GTB Chapter 209

Chapter 211: Dancing Under the Moon

Chapter 211: Dancing Under the Moon

Seeing Jiang Jiuchu pull away, Shí Yan didn’t insist. He retracted his hand, untying his robes as he looked at the hot spring and sighed, “It’s been so many years since I’ve soaked in this hot spring. I really do miss it.”

Jiang Jiuchu reached up and untied thepibo – a type of scarf from her shoulders. She looked around. Although it was night, the moon in the mountains was bright as day.

She asked Shí Yan with some worry, “Husband, no one comes here, right?”

She was taking an open-air bath for the first time in her life. Even though it was night and in the mountains, she still felt a little uneasy.

What’s more… the man in front of her had been abstinent for ten days. She seriously suspected that he had come prepared.

“Don’t worry, no one knows about this place. My master and I stayed here for three years, and no one ever came up. Besides, Mu Feng and the others are guarding outside, so you can rest assured,” Shí Yan said, quickly taking off his clothes and jumping into the hot spring. Water splashed everywhere.

“Soaking in a hot spring is so comfortable!” He sighed in contentment, then looked at Jiang Jiuchu on the shore and smiled, “Come down quickly, how about your husband teaches you how to swim?”

Jiang Jiuchu looked at his handsome face in the mist of the water. His hair was slightly wet, and his smile was bright, unconsciously lifting the corners of her lips as well.

“Husband, let me dance for you! Consider it a thank you for taking me on this trip.”

Shí Yan was stunned, as if he hadn’t expected Jiang Jiuchu to suddenly offer to dance for him.

Could this woman be deliberately stalling because she doesn’t want to come down?

His eyes flickered slightly, then he swam to the stone wall on the side and leaned against it, looking at Jiang Jiuchu with a smile. “Alright.”

He wouldn’t refuse. Anyway, she wouldn’t dare to run around alone. She would still have to come down after the dance. He might as well enjoy the view.

Besides, this was the first time she had danced for him. The dance at the palace banquet last time was really beautiful, very beautiful.

Jiang Jiuchu walked to a flat area on the side, positioning herself perfectly in the moonlight. This dance by Xiao Li was called “Moon Enchantment,” and the moonlit mountain forest in front of her would definitely complement the dance perfectly.

She turned her back to Shí Yan, assumed the starting pose, then danced with her hands, turned her head, and twisted her slender waist charmingly. Her arms were boneless, her dance seductive. Every lift of her leg, every flick of her hand, every glance, every curve of her lips, revealed all kinds of alluring charm.

Under the moonlight, the already extremely alluring dance was even more bewitching, irresistibly charming, ethereally enchanting.

By the pool wall, Shí Yan’s lazy posture remained motionless. The light gathering in his narrowed eyes grew deeper and deeper, gradually covering his consciousness.

Even if what was in front of him was a demon or a spirit, as long as it was Jiang Jiuchu transformed, he would gladly accept it.

As the dance ended, Jiang Jiuchu stopped her movements, looking at the dazed Shí Yan with a light smile.

After a long while, the two spoke at the same time:

“Was it beautiful?”

“Come here.”

Hearing this, Jiang Jiuchu smiled and walked to the stone wall where Shí Yan was leaning. “Does Husband think it was beautiful?”

Shí Yan tilted his head slightly, looking at Jiang Jiuchu next to him, her eyes full of smiles and a hint of triumph. He calmed his disordered breathing and said calmly, “I’ll tell you when you come down.”

Hearing Shí Yan’s overly calm voice, Jiang Jiuchu didn’t know why, but she felt a sense of impending storm.

She swallowed and said timidly, “Husband, I… I’m still not used to bathing in the open air.”

Shí Yan shifted his body, propped his hand against his temple on the stone wall, looking at Jiang Jiuchu with a lazy posture. “Do you want your husband to help you undress?”

Jiang Jiuchu pursed her lips and obediently took off her clothes under Shí Yan’s gaze.

The night wind carried a chill. As soon as Jiang Jiuchu took off her inner garment, she cowered and squatted down. Before she could put her feet in the water, Shí Yan immediately reached out with a long arm and pulled her into his warm embrace.

Shí Yan held her, his body sinking into the water, his voice hoarse as he asked, “Warm?”

“Mmm.” Jiang Jiuchu hummed softly. This place, this scene, and Shí Yan under the moonlight all made her feel exceptionally ambiguous. Her heart couldn’t stop beating.

“Your husband will make you even warmer.” As he said this, he couldn’t control the desire stirring in his body any longer. He lowered his head and kissed her.

Shí Yan, who hadn’t touched Jiang Jiuchu for ten days, felt every pore filled with longing. His whole body was clamoring for her.

His kiss was uncontrollably frantic, aggressive, and demanding, until Jiang Jiuchu couldn’t breathe, then he left her lips.

He placed one hand on her lower back under the water, and cupped Jiang Jiuchu’s face with the other, brushing away the wet hair at her temples. He caressed her delicate skin, his eyes filled with infatuation. “Jiuchu is so beautiful, and the dance was also very beautiful, so beautiful it’s deadly.”

Jiang Jiuchu gasped for breath, looking at Shí Yan. “Husband is also very handsome, very handsome.”

Shí Yan’s hand under the water pressed slightly, and he asked in a low voice, “How handsome?”

Jiang Jiuchu’s breath caught in her throat, and she said, blushing and stammering, “The most handsome I’ve ever seen.”

These words undoubtedly pleased Shí Yan. “Then, if one day I am no longer handsome, become old or ugly, will Jiuchu still want me?”

Jiang Jiuchu’s eyes paused. She hadn’t expected a man to ask such a thing. “Husband, I should be the one asking that. If one day my beauty fades, will Husband still love me like this?”

“Husband knows that many women, after bearing children, have waists that are no longer slender, figures that are no longer graceful, and appearances that fade.”

“No, how could your husband stop loving you because of mere changes in appearance? No matter what Jiuchu becomes, my heart will not change.”

“Mmm.” Jiang Jiuchu smiled and pulled down Shí Yan’s handsome face, giving him a peck on the lips. “Me too. No matter what Husband becomes, I only want Husband in this life.”

Shí Yan smiled, wrapped his arms around Jiang Jiuchu’s waist, lifted her up slightly, their lips entwined, their dark hair tangling in the water, rippling circles.

The moonlight shone on the two of them, as if wrapping their entanglement in a permanent glow. The cold wind blowing through the forest seemed to be scorched by the heat of their love and detoured.

At this moment, the forest was silent, leaving only the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the ambiguous, tender murmurs in the hot spring.

The next day.

In Mo Feng Pavilion’s third floor, Leng Da pushed open the door and entered, cupping his hands towards Song Fuge who was sitting by the window looking out at the river, “Master, the Shadow Gate headquarters has received three assassination missions simultaneously.”

Song Fuge withdrew his gaze, his eyes carrying a trace of curiosity. “Three missions?”

Leng Da nodded, “Yes.”

Hearing this, Song Fuge picked up the teacup in front of him and brought it to his lips. “Didn’t we say we don’t accept assassinations? Just refuse them directly. Or are they asking us to kill some heinous person?”

Leng Da shook his head. “All three parties didn’t reveal the name or the person they want to assassinate. However, it can be confirmed that the people behind these three parties are all prominent figures in Kyoto.”

“Another point is that the people they want to assassinate are all outside Kyoto. It’s obvious that the assassination target of these three parties is the same person.”

“The last and most important point is that one of the parties, whether intentionally or unintentionally, when we refused, threatened us and accidentally revealed the words ‘Second Prince’, but stopped in time after realizing it.”

“Because of this, Leng Er didn’t dare to make a decision on his own and asked Master to decide.”