The Unmoving Bride

“Thank you, Dream girl.”
Wu Yangfeng said sincerely. In the courtyard behind Heizaimen, a charming woman in a light pink dress could be seen darting through the tall reeds, popping out here and there, seemingly full of joy. However, after a few playful dives, she stopped. “How boring!” Yan Xinmeng plucked a reed and aimlessly twirled it among the others. Shang Bieye, upon arriving at the back mountain, saw her joyfully frolicking in the reeds, but in just a moment, she declared boredom. He approached her. “Weren’t you just having fun? How come you’re suddenly bored?” Shang Bieye asked indulgently. Yan Xinmeng turned to see it was Shang Bieye, and her expression brightened, “Big brother, you’re back?” “What’s wrong? Did you miss me after not seeing me for days?” Shang Bieye looked at her tenderly. Yan Xinmeng shyly nodded, “How did you know I was here?” “Seeing you weren’t in the pharmacy playing with herbs with Yangfeng or in the school arguing with Yuchen to be the teacher, I figured you’d be here in the back mountain, so I came.” Shang Bieye said with a smile. “And you say that! What have you been busy with these past few days, leaving me alone in Black and White Gate? I asked Brother Wu and Brother Bu, and they just exchanged strange looks and laughed without telling me anything.” Yan Xinmeng said with a dim expression. Seeing her like this, Shang Bieye laughed, pulled her into his arms, and playfully tapped her nose, “Are you angry?” “No!” Yan Xinmeng said, her heart not matching her words. Shang Bieye, seeing through her pretense, decided to tease her. “Is that so? I thought you were upset and wanted to take you to see Aunt Qian and her son. Since you’re fine, I’ll go back to my own business.” As soon as he said this, he let go of Yan Xinmeng and turned to leave. Hearing this, Yan Xinmeng quickly grabbed his sleeve, “Yes, I’m very angry, so you can’t go back to your work; you have to take me to see Aunt Qian.” Shang Bieye looked at her with amusement. This girl was still as stubborn as ever, clearly upset but refusing to admit it unless teased. Realizing she had been tricked, Yan Xinmeng’s eyes, bright with understanding, stared at him, “Oh—you did that on purpose!” “What did I do on purpose?” Shang Bieye asked leisurely. “You…” she pouted, slightly annoyed. “What about me?” “Never mind, I’ll go see them myself!” She was about to leave when Shang Bieye, noticing her slight anger, knew it was time to stop teasing. “Alright, don’t be mad. I’ll take you to see Aunt Qian and Little Tudou.” Shang Bieye caught up and held her. “No need, I’ll go by myself!” Seeing her slight frown, Shang Bieye embraced her, “Are you angry?” “Hmph!” Yan Xinmeng pouted, her lips looking tempting. Shang Bieye, unable to resist, lowered his head to kiss her soft lips, his tongue intrusively exploring her sweet mouth, coaxing her tongue to dance with his. Although initially resisting, the longing of the past days overwhelmed Yan Xinmeng, and she moaned, her body heating up, her legs weak, as she clung to Shang Bieye’s waist. Hearing her soft moans, Shang Bieye reluctantly pulled away from her lips, his tongue gently trailing to her ear, his hand moving to caress her chest, feeling the rise beneath her thin shirt. “Brother, I… I feel hot…” Yan Xinmeng’s voice trembled and broke. “Xinmeng, I missed you, I want you now,” Shang Bieye whispered softly in her ear. “But here…” “No one will come here.” Shang Bieye gently pushed her down onto the reeds. “But…” “Don’t talk anymore!” He sealed her lips with another kiss.