Chapter 290: Chapter 268: God Buddha, Can’t Control Me_2
Mu Xian was still looking at him: "Young Master, what about tonight?"
"..."
Yu Wenye glanced at him again and suddenly said, "You return overnight and tidy everything at the residence."
"Ah?"
Mu Xian was dumbfounded—usually for such things, wouldn’t one or two people be sent back to deliver a message? They had brought two attendants on this trip, specifically for such tasks. Why did he have to make this trip?
But Yu Wenye showed no pity for him, coldly tossing him a sealed letter that he didn’t even open, and then turned and left.
Standing on the platform, watching his master’s back, it took Mu Xian a while to gather his senses. He forcefully slapped his forehead and left with a sigh.
As soon as he left, the sun completely set.
Darkness fell quickly, enveloping the entire forest along with Ban Yan Temple almost in the blink of an eye.
Shang Ruyi sat in the closed hermitage. She didn’t know how long it took to calm her heartbeat that thundered like a drum. When she lifted her eyes, she found it was already dark around her, the room almost too dark to see her hands.
She hurriedly got up and lit a candlestick.
As the flame leapt up, it illuminated her clear black and white eyes. The flickering light and shadow danced across the empty hermitage. Despite the air being full of the scent of sandalwood and the distant sound of the evening bell and monks’ chanting, the shadows around her seemed oddly bewitching, even ghostly alluring.
For some reason, even though her heartbeat had calmed, Shang Ruyi felt an uneasy sensation, as if the world could turn upside down at any moment.
Then, she heard footsteps.
The footsteps were not heavy but came closer and closer, as if stepping directly on her heart. It made her heartbeat truly begin to flutter anxiously. Shang Ruyi instinctively looked up, seeing a tall figure faintly appear outside the door.
It stopped at the doorway.
Seemingly also waiting for some calm, the figure clearly did not move, yet seemed deeply stirred, causing Shang Ruyi’s breathing to become chaotic.
Then, he reached out and pushed the door open.
A gust of wind suddenly blew in, nearly extinguishing the candle flame Shang Ruyi held, casting the room into darkness.
Yet the darkness only highlighted his eyes, bright like a leopard analyzing its prey in the dark.
He then closed the door behind him.
The flame, as if redeemed from the brink of extinction, struggled and gradually rekindled, illuminating the room filled with enchanting shadows and Shang Ruyi’s trembling and hesitation.
The next moment, Yu Wenye approached her, lowered his head, and blew out the candle.
The room was plunged into complete darkness.
Shang Ruyi widened her eyes, momentarily unable to react, not knowing if the shadow before her was an illusion or real movement. All she felt was a lightness in her hand as the candlestick was taken and tossed into a corner, followed by a lightness on her body.
She was suddenly lifted horizontally.
"Ah!"
She let out a soft gasp, somewhat unprepared, yet instinctively reaching out to grip the person beside her. She felt him walking briskly, reaching the other end of the room shortly, then gently setting her down.
Then, he bent over, covering her with his whole body.
His scorching lips met hers.
This time, it was different from the gentle kiss on the platform earlier, filled with restrained tenderness; now, she felt a complete sense of possession. A visceral sense of invasion emerged in the intense and hot breaths, not allowing her any resistance, not permitting her to retreat in the slightest.
Shang Ruyi was a little panicked.
What was he going to do?
Why suddenly—
Realizing she had momentarily lost her focus, her clothes were already half pulled off, coldness creeping in, only to be followed by hot hands caressing her delicate, luminous skin, making her shiver uncontrollably. She could already feel the ardor of the body pressing down on her, ready to ignite and consume her.
In the tangle of cold and heat, Shang Ruyi finally found a thread of sanity. She instinctively reached out, attempting to push the person on top of her away, yet his strong body was impervious to her feeble strength. Even as her small hand brushed his sweating shoulder, sweat fell drop by drop onto her.
Like sparks setting her alight.
At last, Shang Ruyi couldn’t help but speak, her voice trembling almost to the point of breaking: "Second brother..."
The man in the dark covering her paused for a moment, but his heavy breathing did not cease. Instead, it moved closer to her ear, speaking in a hoarse yet alluring voice, "At this moment, you can call me Feng Chen."
"...Ah."
Shang Ruyi’s heart was pounding, nearly leaping out of her chest.
She didn’t know what to say at this moment; what this man wanted to do was self-evident. What’s more terrifying was she seemed clueless on how to stop him.
Nor did she know if she should even stop him.
All she could do was murmur right before he claimed her: "This is a temple."
"..."
Yu Wenye seemed to pause.
The next moment, in the utterly dark hermitage, a soft chuckle sounded.
Then, he whispered in her ear: "God Buddha cannot restrain me."
When pain struck, tears involuntarily welled up, and every moan and cry swallowed by him, Shang Ruyi finally understood, truly, God Buddha could not restrain him...