At the border of Daliang lies Qingshi Village, backed by Qingyun Mountain and facing the Qing River, sparsely populated. The village has over a hundred households, mostly making a living from farming. There is only one small martial arts school, run by an outsider, Li Yunzhou. Li Yunzhou is twenty-eight years old, having practiced martial arts since childhood and received guidance from several recluses. He possesses deep internal energy and solid fist and foot skills, but ended up here due to sect disputes. The village elders, seeing his exceptional martial arts and upright character, invited him to open a school to teach young people self-defense and also literacy. Li Yunzhou lives on the official grain stipend for teachers. In this remote, male-preferring area, he became the object of everyone's envy as a 'public grain eater.'
Three years ago, in the village, Zhou De-shan, the father-in-law of the Zhou family, was ambushed by bandits on his way back from the market and hacked to death with random blades while protecting a cartload of grain. He left behind his orphaned daughter Zhou Xiao-mei and his second wife Wang. Wang was originally a widow from the neighboring village. Her first husband had been beaten to death in a dispute over irrigated farmland. When she remarried Zhou De-shan, Xiao-mei was already fifteen. Although Wang was a stepmother, she treated Xiao-mei even better than her own daughter, washing clothes, cooking meals, teaching her needlework, and never speaking a single harsh word. After Zhou De-shan's death, the mother and daughter depended on each other, and the land was farmed by the clan. Life was poor but peaceful.
Two springs ago, Li Yunzhou passed by the Zhou family field embankment and saw Xiaomei transplanting rice seedlings alone, mud and water splashing over her body as she kept her head down in concentration. He stepped forward to ask about the farming work; Xiaomei looked up, her eyes as clear as a mountain spring, and when she smiled, shallow dimples appeared. That simple sincerity, like wildflowers, deeply stirred his heart, long adrift in the jianghu. After that, Li Yunzhou often visited the Zhou family under the pretext of teaching boxing, helping repair farm tools and teaching Xiaomei to read. A year later, under the auspices of the village head and the clan elders, the two married. Li Yunzhou was exactly eight years older than Xiaomei, while Mrs. Wang was only eight years older than Li Yunzhou. The villagers all said: “Master Li the martial artist has married into the Zhou family, and the Zhou family finally has a man.” According to village custom, a household without a male could let the son-in-law live there permanently, so Li Yunzhou rightfully moved into the Zhou household and became the only male under that roof.
Qingshi Village has ancient customs, with a deep-rooted preference for sons over daughters. The Festival for Worshiping the Earth God is particularly grand, held for five consecutive days after the busy farming season each year. During these five days, every household closes its doors, refrains from farming and visiting, only setting up offerings in the main hall, bathing and burning incense, and drinking homemade five-grain white wine for five days to pray for favorable weather in the coming year. In previous years, the Zhou family had no sons, so the prayers were performed by village elders on their behalf. Now that Li Yunzhou has married into the family, Wang Shi and Xiaomei both feel proud and elated.
That day was the first night of the festival. In the morning, the mother and daughter rose early to clean the main hall, replace incense and candles, slaughter chickens and fish, and prepare a lavish dinner. Li Yunzhou practiced his boxing routine at dawn, circulating his internal energy for a full cycle until steam rose from his body. Watching him complete a set of "Thirteen Moves of the Azure Cloud" in the courtyard, Wang Shi smiled and said, "Yunzhou, today you are the head of the Zhou family. You must personally recite the prayers tonight. We'll prepare extra wine to accompany you." Xiaomei nodded beside her, her eyes filled with respect for her husband.
At dinner time, the main hall was brightly lit with candles. Li Yunzhou took the seat of honor, with Madam Wang and Xiaomei sitting on either side. The five-grain white liquor was extremely potent, burning like fire upon entry. Li Yunzhou was not a good drinker to begin with, and after three cups, he felt heavy-headed and unsteady. Madam Wang and Xiaomei, however, surprisingly had a high tolerance for alcohol, drinking cup after cup, their cheeks flushed, and their words grew more numerous. Madam Wang grew increasingly excited: 'In previous years, as a widow, I had to rely on outsiders for sacrificial rituals. Now that we have a respected man like Yunzhou, the earth god should bestow more blessings.' She frequently clinked glasses with her daughter, and the scent of alcohol gradually filled the air.
Approaching midnight, all three were unsteady on their feet. Li Yunzhou's head throbbed with pain, and he only wanted to collapse and sleep. Seeing the hour had arrived, Madam Wang, afraid of delaying the sacrificial rite, helped him up together with Xiaomei. Although drunk, Li Yunzhou was not completely senseless. Waving his hand, he said, 'I'll go perform the sacrifice and then sleep. You two go back to your rooms and rest first.' Mother and daughter staggered back to their respective rooms.
Li Yunzhou downed a bowl of strong tea, washed his face with cold water, and knelt before the altar, reciting a few sacrificial prayers like the village elders. Just as the ritual ended, his stomach churned, and he rushed to the courtyard to vomit. The moonlight was bright, a cool breeze blew, clearing his mind slightly. He closed the door and groped his way back to the east wing where he lived with Xiaomei.
Inside the east wing, Xiaomei was already lying down, breathing evenly. Li Yunzhou took off his clothes and got into bed; alcohol and body heat mixed together, leaving his whole body burning hot. He kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed and pressed his body against his wife’s back. His scorching skin touched the desire that had already risen hard in him, and in a moment of impulse he wanted to wake Xiaomei. But the person beside him didn’t move like a block of wood. Li Yunzhou forcibly pulled down her panties, lay on his side, wet his penis with saliva, and rubbed it against the entrance. A hot surge in his chest made him unable to hold back, and he forcefully thrust in.
With this stab, history was rewritten from then on.
Although Wang had a good tolerance for alcohol, she had drunk too much tonight. Hazily, she felt someone climb onto the bed, toss and turn sleeplessly, then kick the covers off. Subsequently, that person forcibly removed her underpants and pressed a burning object against her lower body, rubbing. At first, she thought it was an illusion—having been widowed for three years, she had also had erotic dreams of intercourse with men. But when the penis truly thrust in, bringing a real, distending pain to her lower body, she suddenly realized: tonight was definitely not an illusion. This man was most likely her son-in-law.
Heavens! Her whole body trembled, half-sobering from the alcohol. She wanted to struggle and stop him, but felt utterly weak. If the village knew of such an immoral affair, according to old customs, she would be put in a pig cage and sunk in the river. She wanted to speak out, but didn't know how to end this. Li Yunzhou lay vaguely on his side, thrusting in again and again. Her body twisted slightly, which instead stirred even fiercer desire in him. Li Yunzhou hadn't been near a woman for many days already, and now he thrust wildly a hundred or two hundred times.
The weather was already muggy, and the alcohol made the heat even more unbearable. Li Yunzhou simply lifted the person beneath him, making them kneel and lean against the head of the bed. He grabbed the plump buttocks and thrust in forcefully from behind. Moonlight spilled through the window crack, illuminating the spine, buttocks, and legs. He suddenly felt something was wrong—this body was different from Xiaomei's. The muscles were firm, very elastic upon impact; the skin, though not as delicate as Xiaomei's, had a mature, powerful beauty. Could this local wine have aphrodisiac effects? His internal energy was already disordered from the alcohol, and now he felt an even more surging heat in his lower body.
Madam Wang's consciousness had mostly recovered, but her body wouldn't obey. As a peasant woman, she originally didn't have many ideas. Now, being fucked hard by her son-in-law, she felt extremely sad in her heart. But her body just kept responding, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger. When fixed in a kneeling position, she actually cooperated by twisting her waist herself. Having not tasted male pleasure for nearly three years, what now brought her almost to heaven was actually her son-in-law's cock. Every time it reached the deepest point, circled a few times at the cervix, and then withdrew, that sensation made her both hate and fear it, yet she couldn't refuse.
As the alcohol gradually dissipated with his body heat, Li Yunzhou felt increasingly that today's pleasure was different from before. This body was fully developed, its strong muscles trembling rhythmically with his thrusts. Gritting his teeth, he turned the person over. The moonlight still didn't reach the face, but that bellyband—dark red background, a triangular embroidery at the bottom just covering the private parts, the back completely bare. This was definitely not Xiaomei's bellyband!
Li Yunzhou gasped sharply. Beneath him was actually his mother-in-law! What kind of situation was this? How to end it? How to explain to mother and daughter? A series of question marks flooded his mind. His mind was quick; he decided on the spot: for now, continue acting out this absurdity, otherwise standing there dumbfounded would be worse. As for how to end it, he'd figure that out later.
He immediately inserted the still-rigid cock again, but he didn’t dare lie fully over her, afraid that meeting each other’s eyes would be too awkward. Kneeling in a seated position, he grabbed her ankles and lifted them up, resting them on his shoulders, thrusting his waist hard as he played with the mature, voluptuous body before him. Wang-shi was flipped onto her back and nearly cried out; her legs were lifted again, and her vagina was filled once more. The pleasure of going in and out quickly spread through her whole body. Her mind raced: had her son-in-law not noticed at all, thinking he was fucking his own wife? She felt him undo her dudou and toss it aside, his hands pressing and kneading her breasts, each impact fiercer than the last. Suddenly she had an idea: better let the mistake keep going, use every trick to exhaust him completely, then wait until he fell asleep before thinking of a way to get him back to his own room.
With this thought, she felt as if a heavy stone had been lifted, and her body began to twist, throwing herself wholeheartedly into the tide of carnal desire. Li Yunzhou judged from her body language that she might already be awake, but he didn't expose it. Since she didn't say anything, future matters would be easier to handle. Moreover, at this moment, her pussy was overflowing with fluids, clearly indicating she was extremely excited as well. He also threw himself into it wholeheartedly, tilting his head to lick the sturdy long leg resting on his shoulder, thrusting nine shallow and one deep, using all the methods he had for dealing with women.
Madam Wang suppressed her moans in her throat, but her body responded extremely lewdly. Her buttocks matched the thrusting rhythm, forcefully driving Li Yunzhou to climax repeatedly. The taste of a mature woman was completely different from that of a young wife—deeper, tighter, and more skilled at clamping and sucking. His internal energy unconsciously circulated in the pleasure, injecting a stream of heat into her body. Madam Wang only felt a warmth in her lower abdomen, her whole body as if thrown into the clouds, trembling violently, actually reaching her peak as well.
Afterward, both of them were panting heavily. Li Yunzhou still had not fully woken, but he had already confirmed who she was. He looked down at his mother-in-law's chest, gently rising and falling in the moonlight, and silently cursed, “What a sin.” Mrs. Wang closed her eyes, pretending to still be drunk, but in her heart she was already figuring out how to clean things up afterward. After a long while, Li Yunzhou got up, carefully covered her with a blanket, and quietly made his way back to the east wing. Xiaomei was still sleeping soundly; he lay down beside her, but did not sleep a wink all night.
The next morning, the second day of the festival. The three got up as usual and prepared breakfast. Mrs. Wang's eyes were slightly red, but her expression was normal, only occasionally glancing at Li Yunzhou with a flickering gaze. Xiaomei, completely unaware, still smiled as she served her husband porridge. Li Yunzhou, guilty at heart, forced himself to remain calm. After breakfast, he practiced boxing in the yard as usual, but when circulating his internal energy, he felt a faint heat in his lower body—last night's encounter seemed to have loosened some barrier within him a little.
During the five-day festival, every household closed its doors. Li Yunzhou taught Xiaomei to read characters and helped Wang Shi tidy up farming tools during the day, but at night he no longer dared to drink much. However, on the third night, Wang Shi actively brought over a pot of wine, saying, "Yunzhou, offering sacrifices to the gods cannot be without wine. Drink a little less, I'll accompany you." Xiaomei also urged him on the side. Li Yunzhou couldn't refuse and drank a few more cups. When the wine's effect rose, Wang Shi found an excuse to let Xiaomei go back to her room to rest first, tidying up alone. When Li Yunzhou returned to the east wing, he found Xiaomei's door slightly ajar, while the west wing—his mother-in-law's room—still had its lamp lit.
He stood under the corridor, his heart pounding like a drum. What happened last night had been an accident; if he went again tonight, it would be true incest. Yet his body would not obey him. His inner energy was agitated because of the alcohol, and his lower body had long since risen. He pushed open the west side room door. Wang-shi was sitting by the bed, wearing that dark-red dudou. Seeing him come in, she was not surprised, only said softly: “Come in. Close the door.”
That night, the two of them no longer had alcohol as an excuse. Li Yunzhou pressed her beneath him, his movements even fiercer than the night before. Wang Shi bit her lip, enduring her son-in-law's thrusts, occasionally letting out a few suppressed moans. Her body knew better how to respond than in her youth, her legs clamping around his waist, her hands gripping his back. Li Yunzhou circulated his internal energy, sending waves of heat into her body again and again, both of them sweating profusely. At climax, Wang Shi finally couldn't help but let out a low cry, 'Yunzhou...', then immediately covered her own mouth.
For the next two days, similar events quietly occurred in the moonlit side room. During the day, the three still acted like an ordinary mother, daughter, and son-in-law, but at night, Li Yunzhou would 'get lost' after drinking. Xiao Mei, exhausted from consecutive days of work, slept deeply and never noticed. Wang Shi gradually stopped resisting and even began to actively hand Li Yunzhou a hot towel after his martial arts practice, letting her fingertips linger a moment longer in his palm.
After the festival ended, the village returned to its daily routine. Li Yunzhou continued running his school teaching martial arts, his reputation growing even greater. A young man asked him, "Master Li, how can one refine internal energy?" He replied, "Only with an undistracted mind can one enter the subtle." Yet his own mind was already distracted. Every full moon night, the lamp in the west wing would light up. Wang Shi would then undo her bellyband, waiting for him to push the door open and enter.
Days passed one by one. Xiaomei became pregnant, delighting Mrs. Wang so much she couldn't close her mouth. Li Yunzhou was both overjoyed and guilty. He accompanied his wife every night but would still go to the west wing after she fell asleep. Mrs. Wang was extremely good to her daughter and even more protective of her unborn grandson, but she could no longer let go of her son-in-law's body. She often whispered afterward: 'Yunzhou, don't tell Xiaomei. I'm a widow; having a son-in-law like you is already a blessing. I just ask that in the future... don't neglect her too much.'
Li Yunzhou nodded, yet knew he was already deeply entangled. His internal energy, stimulated by the continuous coupling and desire, actually showed signs of a potential breakthrough. One night, during an extreme climax, he felt a torrent of heat surge from his dantian, actually making Wang Shi's lower abdomen slightly red and warm. Afterwards, Wang Shi touched her own abdomen and laughed, 'Your martial arts, it's like you're trying to melt me.'
Autumn passed and winter came; Xiao Mei was about to give birth. Wang Shi took care of her day and night, while Li Yunzhou rushed around outside to fetch a midwife. The child was born smoothly, a boy. The villagers all said the Zhou family now had an heir; Master Li Wu had brought honor to his ancestors. At the full-month celebration, Li Yunzhou was made thoroughly drunk. Late at night, he once again sneaked into the west wing. Wang Shi had just finished breastfeeding her grandson and was still wearing her bellyband. Seeing him enter, she sighed but opened her arms.
That night, the two of them were extremely fierce. Li Yunzhou pressed her against the window, moonlight spilling on their joining, a silvery white expanse. Wang Shi's legs were hooked over his shoulders, enduring impact after impact, until she finally cried out, 'Yunzhou... I'm old... do you still want me?' Li Yunzhou kissed her lips and whispered, 'Yes. As long as you don't regret it.'
In the years that followed, Qing Stone Village remained peaceful. Li Yunzhou's martial arts school grew larger, and he took on over a dozen disciples. Xiao Mei was virtuous and managed the household, while Wang Shi became the true 'hidden mother.' The village custom of mother and daughter serving the same man was seen by outsiders as merely filial piety and respect; no one knew what truly happened in the moonlit side room.
Li Yunzhou often stood alone in the courtyard after practicing his martial arts, gazing at Qingyun Mountain. The jianghu was long gone, yet the jianghu in his heart had, in this rustic village, become entangled with the bodies and affections of two women into a web he could never unravel. Forbidden spring nights played out time and again, internal energy and carnal desire fueling each other, until even past forty, he still felt that dark red bellyband was the most soul-stirring sight in the world.
Time flowed like the clear river water, silently eastward. By the time Li Yunzhou passed forty, Qing Shi Village was no longer its former self. The martial arts school had expanded from its initial three thatched huts into a two-courtyard compound with blue-brick buildings, taking in over thirty disciples, with youths from near and far drawn by its reputation. His internal energy had quietly refined over years of desire and cultivation, the true qi in his dantian surging like rivers, his punches and kicks faintly carrying the sound of wind. The villagers still respectfully called him 'Master Li,' yet none knew what forbidden years lay hidden behind the slightly ajar wooden door of the west wing.
Xiaomei recovered extremely well after giving birth, and the following year she gave birth to a daughter. Both children were healthy and lively, and Wang Shi spent her days holding her grandchildren, smiling so widely she couldn't close her mouth. During the day, the family was harmonious and joyful: Li Yunzhou taught martial arts in the courtyard, Xiaomei sewed clothes under the corridor, and Wang Shi busied herself in the kitchen. At night, the lights in the east wing went out early, but occasionally a faint glow would appear in the west wing.
That dark red bellyband had been worn for over a decade. The fabric was washed somewhat pale, but the embroidered silk threads remained clear. Wang Shi was nearly fifty, her skin no longer as delicate as in her youth, but her waist was still firm from years of labor. Her breasts, having nursed grandchildren, sagged slightly, yet appeared even fuller and softer. Whenever Li Yunzhou pushed the door open, she would first untie the bellyband, gently place it by the pillow, and then open her arms.
“Yunzhou, are the boxing lessons today tiring?” She often asked this, her voice low and gentle.
Li Yunzhou didn't answer, just leaned down and kissed her lips. Over a decade of intimacy had long made them familiar with every inch of each other's skin. His fingers would slide from the side of her neck to her collarbone, then down to knead that pair of heavy breasts. Wang Shi let out a soft moan, her legs parting of their own accord. Li Yunzhou's cock was already hard as iron, pressing against her moist entrance, but he was in no hurry to enter, just slowly rubbing, feeling the warm, slick fluid gradually envelop him.
“Don’t... don’t grind against it...” Wang finally couldn’t hold back; she grabbed his arm with both hands. “Come in.”
Li Yunzhou chuckled softly, his hips sinking, burying himself completely inside. Wang Shi's vagina had loosened slightly with age, yet, having been moistened by his internal energy for years, it remained tight and passionate. Each thrust produced a sticky, wet sound. Li Yunzhou circulated his internal energy, sending a stream of warm true qi slowly into her body. Wang Shi felt a tingling numbness in her lower abdomen, her whole body from scalp to toes going limp, her legs involuntarily clamping around his waist.
“Sl... slower...” She bit her lip, but arched herself even tighter toward him.
Li Yunzhou was in no mood to slow down. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, thrusting deeply into the deepest part, gently grinding against her cervix. Wang Shi's moans could no longer be suppressed, spilling out from her throat one after another. Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, insects chirped in the courtyard, but inside the west wing, there was only the rhythm of colliding bodies and suppressed gasps. When the climax came, Wang Shi's entire body trembled violently, her vagina contracting in waves, making Li Yunzhou's scalp tingle. He let out a low roar, releasing his scalding semen entirely into her body.
Afterward, the two embraced as they lay together. Mrs. Wang's fingers gently traced the scar on his chest—that mark left by old jianghu grudges in his early years. She said softly, "Yunzhou, tell me... if Xiaomei found out, what would happen?"
Li Yunzhou was silent for a moment, then pulled her even tighter. 'She won't know. As long as we're careful.'
Wang nodded, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She knew she shouldn't indulge in this warmth any longer, but every full moon, her body would faintly heat up. Li Yunzhou's inner strength seemed to possess a peculiar power, capable of igniting her middle-aged body time and again. She had tried to refuse, but when his palm covered her breast, all reason would turn to smoke.
The children gradually grew up. The son was named Li An, the daughter Li Ning. Li An practiced martial arts with his father from a young age; by twelve, he could perform the 'Thirteen Forms of Qingyun' quite well. Li Ning was more like her mother, gentle and quiet, often learning needlework from her grandmother. Wang Shi was extremely good to these two children, pouring almost all her affection into them. Only at night, when the grandchildren were sound asleep, would she quietly untie that dark red bellyband, waiting for the familiar footsteps.
One winter, news suddenly spread in the martial world: the remnants of the 'Black Wind Fortress,' who had a grudge against Li Yunzhou, seemed to have found the whereabouts of Qing Stone Village. Li Yunzhou remained calm on the surface but secretly increased the security of the martial arts hall. He arranged several of his top disciples to take turns guarding the village entrance, while he himself circulated his internal energy day and night to guard against any unexpected events.
That night, snow fell silently. Li Yunzhou had just returned from patrolling the village entrance, covered in cold. He pushed open the west wing door and saw Wang-shi already waiting by the bed early, holding a bowl of hot ginger soup.
“Drink this first to warm up.” She handed over the bowl.
Li Yunzhou took it and drank it all in one go. The warmth of the ginger tea slid down his throat, dispelling some of the chill. He looked at Wang Shi, suddenly reached out and pulled her into his embrace. 'During the patrol today, I kept feeling like there were eyes watching from the shadows. Maybe I'm just being overly suspicious.'
Wang helped him take off his outer robe, her fingers gently sliding over his firm chest. 'No matter what, you must be careful. Xiaomei and I... and the children, we all depend on you.'
Before the words faded, Li Yunzhou had already pinned her down on the bed. Tonight he was exceptionally fierce, as if wanting to vent all his pent-up insecurity onto this familiar body. He tore open Wang Shi's undergarments, his lips moving down from the side of her neck, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Wang Shi let out a soft cry, her hands threading into his hair. Li Yunzhou's other hand probed between her legs, two fingers easily sliding into the moist passage, curling and pressing against that sensitive spot of soft flesh.
“Yunzhou... don’t... don’t do this...” Wang Shi’s voice was already trembling.
Li Yunzhou ignored her, his fingers accelerating their thrusting while his thumb rubbed her clitoris. Wang Shi's body soon tensed, a surge of warmth welling up from deep within, wetting his palm. He withdrew his fingers and brought the wet fingertips to her lips. Wang Shi hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and gently licked them.
This scene made Li Yunzhou's eyes burn with even greater desire. He flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees, and thrust into her from behind with force. This angle allowed for deep penetration, each impact feeling as if it would pierce through her womb. Wang's hands clutched the bedsheet tightly, her buttocks trembling with each thrust. Li Yunzhou's internal energy circulated once more, a surge of heat flooding into her body like a tide. Wang felt as if her entire being was filled by that power, pleasure building layer upon layer, finally reaching its peak with a suppressed cry.
Li Yunzhou, however, did not stop. He turned her over, entered her from the front, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. Their gazes met in the dimness. Wang Shi's eyes held tears, desire, and also an indescribable complexity. Li Yunzhou leaned down to kiss the tears from the corners of her eyes, but his hips continued their relentless conquest without mercy. This climax came urgently and fiercely, both of them almost reaching the peak simultaneously. Li Yunzhou released all his semen inside her, then collapsed on top of her, panting, unwilling to get up.
After a long while, Wang Shi gently pushed him. 'Heavy... get up a bit.'
Li Yunzhou lay on his side, pulling her into his embrace. Outside the window, the snow fell heavier, but inside the room was warm and cozy. Wang Shi's fingers traced circles on his chest, and she suddenly whispered, 'Yunzhou, I'm old. Look at this body of mine, how can it compare to Xiaomei's when she was young?'
Li Yunzhou took her hand and placed it over his own heart. 'It's not youth I want. It's you.'
Wang was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. 'Smooth talker. If Xiaomei heard you, she'd probably hit you with a broom.'
The two exchanged a smile, and the tension in the air eased a little. But Li Yunzhou knew very well that the shadow of Heifeng Village had not yet dispersed. He had to increase his inner strength faster and protect this family—including this woman who should not have belonged to him.
Another few years passed in the blink of an eye. Li An was already capable of handling things independently, often accompanying his father on patrols at the village entrance. Li Ning also reached the age for marriage discussions. Xiaomei busied herself with her daughter's wedding arrangements, running around all day without a moment's rest. Wang Shi spent more time in the west wing, occasionally standing by the window, gazing absentmindedly at Li Yunzhou practicing martial arts in the courtyard.
That dark red bellyband finally tore a hole during a wash. Wang Shi sat under the lamp, mending it stitch by stitch. The stitches were fine, yet they couldn’t conceal the traces of time. When Li Yunzhou pushed the door open and saw her sewing with her head down, he suddenly felt a pang in his heart.
“Don’t mend it.” He walked over, took the dudou from her hands, “I’ll buy you a new one.”
Wang shook her head. 'This one has been with me for over ten years. It can still be worn after mending.'
Li Yunzhou stopped talking and simply pulled her up, gently laying her down on the bed. Tonight, there was no fierce conquest, only slow and deep intimacy. He kissed her skin inch by inch, from her forehead to her toes, as if trying to memorize every curve of this body with his lips. A mist gradually clouded Wang Shi's eyes. She knew that her body had long been branded by him and could never return to how it was before.
At the moment of climax, their fingers interlocked. Li Yunzhou's inner energy was warm and enduring, stretching the pleasure to an extreme length. Wang Shi felt as if she were floating in warm water, her consciousness hazy, and suddenly she whispered softly, 'Husband...'
Li Yunzhou's body stiffened, then he held her even more tightly. That 'husband' was like a heavy hammer striking his heart. He knew that ever since that sacrificial night many years ago, there was already no turning back between them.
The next day, uninvited guests indeed arrived at the village entrance. Three men in black claimed to be traveling merchants, but their sinister eyes revealed they were clearly scouts. Li Yunzhou calmly sent them away, then immediately gathered his disciples to strengthen their vigilance. That night, he made an exception and went to the east wing, staying with Xiaomei and talking for a long while until she fell into a deep sleep before quietly getting up.
The lights in the west wing were still on. Seeing him enter, Madam Wang immediately stood up to greet him. 'Have those people come again?'
Li Yunzhou nodded, embracing her. 'There might be a tough battle. If it really comes to a fight, you and Xiaomei take the children and hide in the secret cave in the back mountain first.'
Wang nodded vigorously, yet trembled slightly in his embrace. Li Yunzhou lowered his head to kiss her, but his movements were more urgent than usual. The two tumbled and entwined on the bed, as if trying to transform all their unease into physical union. Li Yunzhou's inner strength, amidst extreme emotional turmoil, suddenly showed signs of a breakthrough; the true qi in his dantian surged wildly, almost bursting through his meridians. Gritting his teeth, he suppressed it, channeling all that power into Wang's body. Wang felt only a searing heat in her lower abdomen, her entire body as if set ablaze. She climaxed three times in succession before collapsing limply beneath him.
Afterward, Li Yunzhou leaned against the headboard and gently stroked her hair. “If there comes a day when I cannot come back... you must take good care of Xiaomei and the children for me.”
Madam Wang raised her head, tears in her eyes. "What nonsense are you talking. You are the master of the martial arts school, the pillar of this family. You are not allowed to die."
Li Yunzhou smiled and didn't speak further. He simply embraced her again, listening to her heartbeat, seeking a moment of peace in this forbidden spring night.
Before dawn, the snow stopped. Li Yunzhou got up and dressed. Before leaving, he turned back for a look. Wang Shi still lay on the bed, that mended dark red bellyband casually draped over the edge of the quilt, like a touch of an old dream unwilling to fade.
He knew that no matter what blades and shadows lay ahead, this door of the West Chamber, this familiar body, this desire and bond intertwined with him for half a lifetime, would be the deepest concern in his heart. The forbidden spring night would go on staging itself again and again, until the end of life and death, until there was no moonlight left in this world to shine through that window.
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