“However, I can loosen the wire so you won’t be in too much pain,” Ye Hui mustered her courage and took two steps forward. The wolf lay docilely on the ground, and she took two more steps. Within a meter, even with tiny steps, she was close.
The black wolf seemed to understand this human woman meant no harm and was unusually gentle.
Ye Hui drew her dagger from her deerskin boots, suppressing her pounding heart – a feeling not much different from when she was first captured into the Turkic camp. Taking a deep breath and calming herself, she squatted down, first gently stroking the wolf’s head in a friendly gesture, then carefully working to remove the wire deeply embedded in its neck, though not daring to completely remove it.
Even if the black wolf seemed harmless, she had to protect herself. Seeing the horrific bloody mess around its neck, she tore a strip from her white satin dress and carefully bandaged its neck to stop the bleeding.
“I don’t know why I’m stupid enough to save you,” Ye Hui sighed while bandaging, “but in this eerie wilderness, being a lone human, having you as a living companion makes me less afraid.”
After being bandaged, the black wolf seemed much more spirited, its ink-colored eyes glistening. It lowered its head and gently licked her deerskin boots.
Ye Hui understood this was an animal’s way of showing affection and let it continue, examining the tree roots around it, grabbing one and climbing up. The trap was over a person’s height, but with external support, climbing out wasn’t difficult.
She used hands and feet, reaching the trap’s exterior in half a second.
Standing on dew-covered lush green grass, with the bright moon overhead and the vast, expansive land stretching to the horizon, occasionally interrupted by distant animal cries in otherwise complete silence.
Ye Hui looked back into the trap. The black wolf was looking up, its eyes full of sorrow and endless pleading. She understood its meaning, her heart softening, yet closing her eyes. Forgive her selfishness – in such a dangerous place, being kind-hearted was impossible.
Glancing at the sparse human settlements in the moonlight, she told the black wolf, “Hang on for a few more hours. When I find help, I’ll bring someone to rescue you.”
The black wolf was now her fellow sufferer!
Ye Hui, enduring hunger and thirst, walked towards the human settlements under the moonlight. After ten-odd minutes, a swift wind sound came from behind…
She instinctively turned back, suddenly both shocked and delighted. A man in a long white robe stood before her, his features chiseled and beautiful, body tall and sturdy, exuding an ethereal quality. Moonlight cascaded on him, resembling a celestial being.
“Eleven,” Ye Hui felt like she’d found family. Remembering the day’s suffering, she shed tears of joy, smiling at him – both from sorrow and happiness. Without thinking, she threw herself into his broad embrace, feeling him hold her, his dry lips pressing and grinding against hers.
When had they become intimate enough to kiss upon meeting? Well, if she wanted to kiss, she’d kiss! She couldn’t speak, enveloped in his powerful arms, nestled into his embrace, feeling his warm breath and intense love.
After a long kiss, Ye Hui felt her tongue being bitten painfully and moved back to catch her breath.
“Wife, I’ll take you home,” Eleven said, reluctantly stopping the kiss. Due to his excitement, he had even abandoned the formal address and directly said “wife”.
Ye Hui gazed at his handsome face, seeing his warm eyes filled with a crazy light. In the moonlight, she could clearly see the bloodshot corners of his eyes and the deep furrows between his brows. She gently touched his forehead and whispered, “You must have been so worried, Eleven.”
Eleven's mouth curved deeper: "You're safe, and that's all that matters." Seeing her unharmed made all his searching and anxiety worthwhile.
Ye Hui pointed to a village a mile or two away and said, "I'm almost starving, and my legs are about to break. Let's go to that village, find a house, clean up, eat something to fill our stomachs, and continue our journey tomorrow morning!"
Eleven swept her up in his arms: "I'll carry you there!"
Held horizontally against him, their eyes met. Ye Hui felt his gaze contained immeasurable emotions. Suddenly feeling indebted to him, she rested her head on his chest and softly said, "Put me down. You're tired too. I can walk."
He gave an almost imperceptible smile: "My lady need not worry. I... your servant is fine."
As Eleven carried her, she suddenly exclaimed, "Put me down! I have something to tell you, something I promised..." But he didn't release her, instead asking, "What is it, my lady?"
Ye Hui recounted falling into a trap and encountering a black wolf, concluding, "You know, adversity reveals true feelings..." Oh, revealing true feelings to a wolf - a slip of the tongue. She wanted to bite her own tongue and quickly shook her head: "I mean, in such a situation, it's rare to have a companion to ease the loneliness, at least to prevent feeling completely desperate."
Eleven laughed softly, the moonlight illuminating his ivory-like face, making him even more beautiful: "I'll help you rescue it."
He turned and walked back the way they came, moving incredibly fast even while carrying her. Following her directions, they reached the trap in just a few minutes.
Setting her down, he lightly touched the ground, leaped into the trap, removed the iron wire from the wolf's neck, grabbed its waist with one hand and a tree root with the other, and effortlessly jumped back to the surface.
After placing the wolf on the ground without a second glance, he picked up Ye Hui and headed towards the eastern village.
Ye Hui clung to his shoulder, looking back. In the moonlight, the black wolf crouched on the ground, its dark pupils extraordinarily brilliant.
"Eleven, that black wolf is so strange. It's bowing again. Really, compared to many unreasonable humans, wild animals are actually much purer. I just don't understand how it ended up alone - aren't wolves pack animals?"
"How does my lady know wolves are pack animals?" Eleven continued walking, looking surprised. Beyond those he cared about, he was rarely interested in anything else.
Ye Hui looked him up and down, knowing that he was urgently restless and would feel guilty about rejecting such a handsome man’s advances.
“Eleven, I now surrender myself to you.”
Ye Hui changed her posture, facing him, kneeling at the head of the bed, her full breasts slightly trembling with the movement, two red buds washed with warm water, looking particularly moist and alluring.
Eleven suddenly grabbed one in each hand, squeezing forcefully, deforming the fullness in his grip.
“Ah!” She gasped, involuntarily crying out in pain.
“Don’t be afraid, my lady. I know what to do. The old person in the palace taught me the secret techniques of lovemaking, and I know how to quickly ignite the desire in your heart.” Eleven spoke while pulling and twisting her red buds.
Ye Hui cried out again, leaning forward and resting on his shoulder, hearing his seductive voice: “My lady, straighten your chest, look down at yourself, it will feel better that way.”
“Oh, okay.” Ye Hui rose from his shoulder, kneeling upright.
He continued to play with her breasts, sometimes rubbing, sometimes pulling, sometimes roughly massaging… Ye Hui didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure, trembling all over, liquid seeping between her legs and dripping onto the bedsheet.
Suddenly, his arm snaked around her lower body, his middle finger finding its mark and ruthlessly plunging inside…
The body pleasant and painful more and more, a few want to explode, finally all with the hot flow slowly rushed into the belly, and again to the …… moment the hips contracted, the mouth whimpered out of the mouth, the body trembled, hands, feet are curled up.
