Nie Shuang bit her lip and threw the blanket aside, standing up from the bed to face him. She only came up to his shoulder, and looking up at him had put some strain on her neck.

    “General, you should go spend the night with your Yi Niang. They wait for you every night, lanterns lit.”

    She didn’t want him here. Was he too dense to understand?

    “Nie Shuang,” Song Qilin’s voice dropped to an icy tone, and the temperature in the room seemed to plummet. “Where I choose to stay is not for you to decide. Have you forgotten your place?”

    Nie Shuang clenched her fists tightly. She hadn’t forgotten that he only saw her as an outlet for his desires. She knew he was retaliating. If she resisted, it would only give him more satisfaction. So, instead, she smiled sweetly, gazing at him with a coquettish look. Her delicate hands moved to untie his belt without hesitation, with the air of a woman experienced in such matters.

    “Nie Shuang hasn’t forgotten, General. I only worry that you might despise me. If I can serve you, then life here won’t be too lonely for me.”

    Instead of pushing her away in disgust, he suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, and lifted her onto the bed.

    Nie Shuang froze. Wasn’t he supposed to despise her? Why wasn’t her usual plan working? Whenever she gave in like this, wouldn’t he usually leave?

    What she didn’t realize was that, under the dim lamplight, her soft, delicate figure was more alluring than ever. How could he possibly resist? And there was her freshly bathed scent and the slight glimpse of her cleavage as she bent down to untie his belt—no man would be indifferent to such temptation.

    Startled, Nie Shuang found herself being laid down on the bed, her clothes swiftly stripped away. He was fast—within moments, they were both completely bare. She curled up to escape, raising her arms to cover herself. Her skin was fair, with faint traces of the kisses from the previous night. Her entire body flushed with embarrassment.

    “W…What are you doing, General?”

    Nie Shuang refused to believe. She still thought she could use words to break his resolve. He was a man who cared deeply about his pride—if she brought up her father, Nie Ran, surely his anger would get the better of him.

    But before she could speak, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, and leaned down to capture her lips. He licked her full lips before slipping his tongue inside, greedily tasting her sweetness.

    His hands roamed her body like an octopus, making her feel strange and overwhelmed. His kisses left her breathless, her limbs weak. Nie Shuang whimpered in her throat as his fingers teased her most sensitive spots. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling visibly with each one.

    “Ahh...s..stop, please...”

    Nie Shuang’s body trembling uncontrollably, feeling as though she was about to fall apart. He didn’t stop. His intense gaze locked onto her flushed face as he continued to touch her more passionately, drawing sweet moans from her lips. Lifting her onto his lap, he held her tightly, their bodies pressed together so closely there was no space between them. Her full breasts pressed against his broad chest, their heartbeats syncing. Nie Shuang felt dizzy, her lower body became aware of his arousal as he was ready to devour her. 

    What should she do...She was still sore from the previous night.

    She clung tightly to his back, her fear palpable as her nails dug into his skin when the pain surged through her. He slowly pushed into her body, holding her firmly when she tried to struggle away. His deep, soothing voice murmured softly in her ear. 

    "Shh...Don't be afraid."

    Nie Shuang squeezed her eyes shut, tears slipping from the corners. She felt something steadily pushing deeper into her, filling her completely. A low whimper escaped her throat as she squirmed in his tight embrace, her body slick with sweat. She could feel his muscles tense and hear his gritted teeth. It seemed he was suffering too.

    "Can I go deeper?"

    He whispered hoarsely. Nie Shuang furrowed her brows, shaking her head vigorously, her hair spilling around her. Was he insane!? She already felt like she was being torn apart. If he pushed any further, she would be utterly destroyed.

    He said nothing more but began moving inside her, starting with shallow, quick thrusts that gradually became deeper and faster, making her feel a painful pressure. She pushed against him, trying to escape, but he pinned her down, their bodies still entwined.

    "Sob..It hurts..."

    Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice breaking with sobs. He lowered his mouth to her chest, sucking and teasing her tender skin. Nie Shuang moaned softly, her body growing hotter as the friction sent waves of pleasure through her. Soon, she found herself instinctively pulling him closer. He gripped her waist tightly, driving into her with increasing intensity. Her delicate body trembled like a flower caught in a storm.

    He didn’t speak, only touched her with fierce passion, over and over again. In her mind, Nie Shuang cursed him for acting like a ravenous beast. Didn’t he have two concubines? Why was he treating her like he was starved? Eventually, she cried and hit him, begging him to stop. By the time Song Qilin’s desire was fully satisfied, Nie Shuang had already passed out, her tear-streaked cheeks flushed a deep red.

    As usual, he left the quarters before dawn. The faint scent of her body still clung to him, and just thinking about her made his stomach burn with an unfamiliar heat. Song Qilin frowned in displeasure.

    He had to make her hate him, to force her to flee back to her father. The only reason he had slept with her was to make her unable to tolerate him.

    He wasn’t affected by her, not at all... 

    He convinced himself of this as he walked back to the main quarters.