Chapter 649: Who’s more wicked? (2/2)

“Don’t what?” he asked, his voice dreadfully low.

“You! You’re being naughty!” She tugged on his wrist until he came to his senses, but he simply planted both hands on the couch to trap her between them with a frown. “Who’s being naughty? Say it clearly!”

Now she was really embarrassed. “You! You’re the one!” Covering her face, Han Yunxi turned to one side, but he only drew closer and left a trail of kisses down her cheek and slender neck that tickled her on purpose. She wasn’t afraid, but she did tremble from the unbearability of it all.

“Enough, enough!” she began to give out soft cries as his kisses trailed down further. One hand rose to brush against her chest, making her exclaim, “Enough enough! Long Feiye, that’s it! Don’t!”

“Long Feiye, it’s enough already! Don’t! I don’t want to!”

“Long Feiye, get away. Long Feiye, I’m begging you…”

“Long Feiye, you’re wicked! Scoundrel!”

Outside the carriage, Uncle Gao had already “walked off into the distance” again of his own accord. Mu Linger, being an inexperienced virgin, was wearing a face as a red as a monkey’s bottom as she stood with her back to the carriage and her hands over her ears. Still, she couldn’t resist eavesdropping every now and then. Meanwhile, Duanmu Yao was still sprawled on the ground by the carriage, her face covered in tears. She looked downtrodden and humiliated as she stared at the carriage curtains, hearing Han Yunxi protesting and laughing at the same time. Her complexion was as pale as a corpse.

She loathed Han Yunxi as much as she hated everything about today. But still she wanted to know just how wicked Long Feiye was acting! How far could he go?! She’d loved her senior brother since she was young, adored him for his taciturn ways and quiet personality. What did he look like when he was naughty? How did he even know what to do?

“Sobsob….” Duanmu Yao began to whimper. This was a massive blow. But why was it that even she herself felt like she was being a pitiful, petty disappointment?

Long Feiye, why are you treating me like this? Why?!

The flirting and giggles continued nonstop from within the carriage. By the end, even Long Feiye himself was laughing. Duanmu Yao was absolutely floored. She sat unmoving on the dirt, looking like every inch a woman who’d lost her wits.

It was a long time before Long Feiye finally finished his punishment of Han Yunxi. Actually, the two of them hadn’t done much at all besides toying with each other. Han Yunxi had been tickled from head to foot by him in a thorough lesson! Right now she was catching her breath on her back, Long Feiye sprawled on top of her.

“Get up already,” she urged. He was a heavy man, after all. Even if this wasn’t his full weight, it was still a little unbearable.

“Be good and let me lie here for awhile,” Long Feiye’s tone was gentle, nothing like the raging beast of before.

Han Yunxi gave in to him easily and started stroking his back, only to find that it was soaked in sweat. She couldn’t help but burst into giggles again.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked.

“You’re sweating after a little thing like this?” she asked frankly.

The implications of her words were…

Long Feiye propped himself up and knitted his brows at her. “Just how wicked can you be?”

Han Yunxi drawn her conclusions in a perfectly guileless manner. She was blameless for connecting the dots, so she simply retorted, “How wicked? Where’s your mind gone now?”

But Long Feiye only dipped his head to nip her on the ear. He murmured back, “Once your lordship has nothing else to do, I’ll know exactly…how bad you can be.”

Finally, Han Yunxi flushed from the tips of her ears. Before long, her entire face was red! Of course she knew what he meant by that…so as it turned out, he was thinking of the same thing.

By the time Han Yunxi and Long Feiye straightened their clothes to resume their seats, half an incense’s worth of time had gone by. They didn’t get off the carriage or acknowledge Duanmu Yao. Long Feiye simply said coldly, “Uncle Gao, still not leaving?”

Uncle Gao quickly came over to take the reins. Duanmu Yao awoke from her depression and sprang to her feet to block the carriage with both arms. She wasn’t going to let Han Yunxi get anything she couldn’t get, either! Even if Han Yunxi already had it, she was going to snatch it away from her!

“Senior brother, master told me to look for you. Have you received his letter yet?” Duanmu Yao asked loudly.

“It’s no use. Your lordship has no time, scram.” Long Feiye’s tone was impatient. In the past, he’d been polite on the surface because they both hailed from the same sect. But after she teamed up with Jun Yixie, he’d dropped all formalities with her.

“Senior brother, I’ve brought master’s letter with me.” Duanmu Yao took out the letter written in the sword sect master’s own hand. Once she heard that master had failed to get in touch with senior brother, she told him she’d find him herself and taken the letter personally.

Master was like a father to senior brother, who owed him a debt of gratitude as weighty as a mountain in exchange. Senior brother had never disobeyed any orders from their master in the past, so she refused to believe that a single woman would make him break his habits now!

“Uncle Gao!” Long Feiye proclaimed.

Uncle Gao made to take the letter, but Duanmu Yao refused to hand it over. “Master said that I was to give it personally to your hands. You have to read it in front of me too!”

Han Yunxi was really to slap Duanmu Yao’s thick-skinned face! Without a doubt, the letter in her hand was the one with three “musts” from the sword sect master. Long Feiye was about to speak, but she stopped him and got off the carriage herself…