Chapter 169: Chapter 169 – Mei did well preparing Ying Jia.

“Haa…”

Her body flinched in his arms, a sharp tremor running through her like a current, her breasts heaving against his chest with the sudden intake of breath.

’N-no, I need to know… why.’ She bit her lip—visible through the gossamer veil—before lifting her silver eyes to meet his, wide and searching, like pools of liquid moonlight reflecting his own crimson gaze.

“What exactly do you want?” she asked, her voice soft but edged with quiet defiance, the words vibrating against his skin where her lips nearly brushed his neck.

So he didn’t understand exactly why he was doing all that, including saving her. Even though he claimed it was for her body, in the end, if she could recall, there was not even a hint of her beauty that any man would dare to lay his eyes on.

In a sense, she was humiliated.

Tianlong’s hands tightened on her, one arm supporting her back while the other gripped her ass more firmly, fingers sinking into the plush, yielding curve—warm, soft flesh dimpling under his touch, the silk of her dress sliding silkily over it like a second skin.

“Your body,” he said simply, his voice low and rough, carrying that possessive growl that made her breath hitch, given the way he pushed his embrace by tightening his grip over her body.

He was too rough.

“Hah..!” She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes for a moment, her chest heaving as her lips let warm breath simultaneously escape, like the flowers blooming around them with soft pops, their petals brushing against her legs.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a determined glint in their silver depths.

“Aren’t you going to give me the wedding gift?” she asked, her voice steadier now. But she could feel how he was going to do it from the way her dress started to bunch on her leg, exposing her to the outside cold air.

He halted mid-step, his smile vanishing as surprise flickered across his features.

The air in the room grew heavier, the candle flames flickering as if holding their breath.

“You want anything more than me?” he replied, his tone shifting from playful to curious, his hand on her ass loosening slightly, though his fingers still sneaked to slide and bunch her dress.

“Yes, I want an answer,” she uttered, knowing how he was hardly under control, given she felt his hand touching her exposed thighs. He was too perverted—because even though focused on the conversation, his fingers were touching her legs as if telling her he wanted to do it now.

Tianlong moved then, carrying her to the bed.

’!’

“Ah~!” But instead of setting her down gently, he tossed her onto the silk sheets.

She fell with a bounce, her body recoiling against the plush mattress, a sharp wince escaping her lips as a jolt of lingering pain from earlier shot through her core.

The impact made her breasts jiggle heavily under her dress, the silk straining, and her wide hips settled into the bedding like two spilled melons pressed by her own body weight.

She looked up at him from where she landed, propped on her elbows, her veil slightly askew, revealing the flush on her cheeks.

Ironically, her dress was on her knees, bunched, unlike the face still covered.

He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling casually, the candlelight playing over his chiseled form.

“Now speak what you want, as I prepare ourselves.”

Tianlong’s words hung in the air, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Ying Jia’s body.

She lay there on the silk sheets, her crimson wedding dress rumpled from the toss, the gossamer veil still partially obscuring her face, silver hair splayed out like spilled moonlight.

The fabric clung to her curves, the deep red silk stretched tight over her full breasts, the embroidered golden dragons twisting across the heaving mounds.

Her wide hips pressed into the mattress, the dress riding up slightly to expose the pale skin of her thighs, where faint red marks from his earlier grips lingered like fingerprints on marble.

“Ask,” he said simply, his crimson-gold eyes locked on hers, intense and unyielding.

Ying Jia’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing uneven as she pushed herself up on her elbows, the silk shifting against her skin with a soft whisper.

“Why… why did you marry me?”

She kept looking at him as his hands moved to undo his robe, fingers working the golden clasps one by one, the black and crimson fabric parting to reveal the hard planes of his chest—rippling abs etched with faint curls, golden skin taut over muscle that flexed with each movement.

The robe slipped from his shoulders, pooling on the floor, leaving him bare-chested, his broad frame looming over her while his lower dress did not hide that bulge.

“Tell me,” she pressed, her voice firmer now, though her silver eyes flickered to the exposed skin, tracing the V-line dipping toward his waistband.

At this, he moved, stepping closer to the bed, his presence filling the space, heat radiating from his body as he loomed over her.

“Because I hate your son,” he said bluntly, his tone matter-of-fact—no malice, just raw truth. “Wanted to teach him a lesson.”

As he spoke, he stepped closer, the heat from his body brushing hers, and slowly began to undress her, his fingers finding the ties at her shoulders.

He tugged gently at first, the crimson silk loosening, sliding down her arms inch by inch, exposing the pale, glowing skin of her collarbone, then the upper swells of her breasts—full, heavy orbs that jiggled slightly as the fabric caught on her hardened nipples before giving way.

Ying Jia could feel her body trembling under his touch, her skin prickling with goosebumps as the dress peeled away. She realized she was being used as a puppet in some grand scheme, her value reduced to a tool for revenge.

’Was I just a tool—’

Even before she could think more, he interrupted.

“That’s why I was searching for you,” he continued, his hands pushing the silk lower, bunching it at her waist, revealing her breasts fully—massive, pale mounds with wide, pink areolas, nipples erect and puckered from the cool air, the left one still reddened from the bites he left last time, a faint tooth mark circling the base.

It appeared she hadn’t removed these marks he left from last time, which he appreciated, to be honest.

“And I did find you, but then saw your state. It was strange… I found you just like me.” His fingers trailed down her sides, hooking into the dress’s waistband, pulling it down over her hips, the fabric dragging against her skin, exposing her flat, chubby stomach, then the faint silver fuzz of hair above her mound.

She blinked, looking towards him, her silver eyes wide and searching, his gaze steady, waiting for her reaction as he tugged the dress free from her legs, leaving her naked except for the veil still draped over her face.

“You have several seals on your body,” he said, his eyes roaming her exposed form—her pussy now bare, plump outer lips slightly parted, inner folds pink and glistening with a hint of wetness, the silver hair trimmed short and neat, framing her clit like a small, swollen button peeking from its hood.

’Huh?’ His eyes flickered, a clear smirk tugging at his lips as he saw how she seemed to have prepared herself well for tonight. But clearly, he knew which of his wives might be behind this preparation, making him inwardly determine, ’You are going to cosplay today, Mei…’

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