[TCFO] Arc 3 – Chapter 143 (H)
The Vicious Princess Wants to Reverse Fate (37)
"No...! Shangguan Qi, don't... please, don't touch me!" Zhou Min, unable to bear more passion, kept pleading, not even hearing the last words Shangguan Qi whispered in her ear.
He chuckled lightly, forcefully th!@#ting into her most sensitive point. When she screamed, he suddenly slapped her fair and plump b!@#ocks hard.
"Ah..." The pain brought intense pleasure, and the white-hot excitement thoroughly plundered Zhou Min's senses. She cried out, fainting in Shangguan Qi's arms.
After Zhou Min collapsed, Shangguan Qi directly laid her on the ground, ignoring her unconsciousness. He used his large hands to press her legs on either side and forcefully entered with each subsequent th!@#t.
The scalding flesh pole relentlessly pounded the tender orifice, evidently making the act of p3!@trating her a pleasure he couldn't resist at the moment.
"Puchi... Puchi..." The sounds of water were distinct, accompanying the man's low growls and Zhou Min's unconscious cat-like moans echoing through the jungle. The colours of the bonfire became even more embarrassing.
"Oh!" Suddenly, in the increasingly rapid th!@#ting, Shangguan Qi lifted his head and let out a loud groan. His massive and thick member p3!@trated deeply into Zhou Min's w**b. Then, both b!@#ocks trembled, and he ejac!@#ted scalding seeds once again.
Although Zhou Min remained unconscious, her body shivered involuntarily. Her face, flushed from passion, carried an indescribable and captivating charm.
After the passion, Shangguan Qi, sweating profusely, pressed on Zhou Min. A part of him still deeply embedded within her, he panted, calming the aftertaste of climax. After a while, he shifted his body and lay down beside her.
Zhou Min, who had long passed out, was pulled into his embrace with a sweep of his large hand. Due to Zhou Min's injuries on her back, he had long been accustomed to letting her lean against him, smelling the sweet floral fragrance she naturally carried.
And, though he didn't want to admit it, he gradually found himself addicted to the warmth of her body...
Pulling his clothes over and wrapping himself and Zhou Min in them, Shangguan Qi folded his hands and held her, drifting into sleep.
A white mist began to shroud the jungle as if in a fairyland. The waking jungle, in the dawn light, exuded vitality and liveliness. Dewdrops refracted the morning glow, petals shimmered with morning dew, leaves sparkled with colours, and the river's water carried a melodic rhythm, bringing tranquillity and mystery to the jungle.
When the first call of the cuckoo began, Shangguan Qi woke up. Looking at the still soundly asleep Zhou Min in his arms, he got up, tidied himself and Zhou Min briefly, then sat aside to meditate, checking his pulse.
Though finding it strange, he felt his poison diminishing, one by one. The pulse was no longer erratic; it was gradually calming. Opening his eyes, Shangguan Qi looked at the still-sleeping Zhou Min, his gaze complex but ultimately firm.
Getting up, he entered the jungle and picked some wild fruits and valuable herbs for making poison powder. The silver needles were gone, and he felt uneasy without some means of self-defence.
When Zhou Min woke up, the afternoon was already approaching. Seeing dappled sunlight shining through the leaves onto Shangguan Qi, who sat lazily against a tree, she observed his half-shaded face with a faint calm and thin aura. He sat, leaning sideways, his face half-hidden in the shadows beneath long eyelashes. Some loose strands of hair hung on his cheek, partially covering his features.
In the gaps of the large tree, bathed in speckled sunlight, his face appeared pure and alluring, carrying an almost serene beauty and mystery. His focused gaze and gentle, skilled movements made the herbs in his hands seem like his lover, treated with tenderness.
Perhaps her gaze was too focused or enthusiastic. Shangguan Qi sighed slightly. However, without turning to look at her, he casually asked, "What are you looking at?"
"You!" Zhou Min subconsciously replied. After saying it, she felt embarrassed and turned her head away. Propping herself up, she attempted to stand, but her legs softened, causing her to fall back down.
Thinking about Shangguan Qi's wild and unrestrained behaviour from the previous night, Zhou Min couldn't help but find it hard to believe.
Putting down the herbs in his hands, Shangguan Qi handed Zhou Min a bowl of medicinal herbs he had prepared over the jungle fire. "Drink this."
Without asking what it was, Zhou Min drank it directly.
"Why didn't you ask what it is? Aren't you afraid I might poison you?" Shangguan Qi said casually, looking at Zhou Min's actions with a slight surprise.
"I trust you!" Zhou Min's unabashed trust made Shangguan Qi's rising motion pause slightly. Then, without further hesitation, he turned around and sat back in his previous position, continuing to concoct his poison.
"What are you doing in the depths of the jungle?! Are you injured? You don't have any inner strength. The jungle is dangerous, and weird creatures like that giant python might still appear. Are you throwing your life away? And your poison hasn't been completely resolved yet, you..."
"Shut up!" Shangguan Qi listened to Zhou Min's incessant chattering and felt a headache coming on. His voice turned cold, but seeing Zhou Min's worried expression, he sighed helplessly. "In your eyes, do you see me, without inner strength, as fragile and vulnerable, as if a single blow could render me useless?"
"No, that's not what I meant. I don't want you to die," Zhou Min said with a bit of a downturn, lowering her head and speaking softly. Shangguan Qi might not have heard the last part of her sentence if it weren't for the jungle's environment being too quiet.
The calm on the surface did not match the turbulent emotions within. Shangguan Qi walked to Zhou Min's side, half-squatting, lifting her chin with his hand, staring into her eyes. They were clear, deep, black pearls reflecting his figure.
"Why do you always think I'll die?"