The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Almost instantly.

She was staring intently at the figure in the courtyard below—the man who had just stepped through the moon gate and was walking step by step into this "trap," Wang Meng.

Their gazes were precisely fixed on his body.

There was no way to move it even an inch.

Although Wang Meng had kept his face covered the whole time and was pretending to be fine at this moment, he held his head high and endured the tearing pain in his chest.

But Li Qingluo recognized him immediately... as if Wang Meng's simple mask was a joke.

it's him!

This lowly servant, this audacious lackey!

How dare... how dare you do such a thing to her!

But ironically, only he could give her that ultimate feeling of her soul burning.

A cold yet slightly eerie smile slowly crept onto Li Qingluo's lips.

She took another deep sniff of the coarse cloth garment.

Then, he clenched it tightly in his palm, as if trying to completely absorb its essence into the lines of his hand.

Unconsciously, my fingertips traced the folds of the coarse cloth, and the rough texture brought a strange sensation.

She could clearly feel her heart racing, pounding in her chest like a drum.

The strong masculine scent emanating from this coarse cloth garment was now more than just a token that evoked memories; it was like a key that unlocked the deepest, most secret gates of Li Qingluo's heart.

Her fantasies surged like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfing her reason.

The elegant boudoir before her was gone; her spirit seemed to have been dragged into a more primitive and rougher scene.

No longer a soft bed, but a cold, hard stone pavilion. She could "feel" that she was being pressed down by a strong and powerful figure. The man's breath was heavy and hot, with an irresistible tyranny.

She struggled symbolically, but was met with even tighter confinement and a sudden, all-encompassing, and ruthless invasion.

There was no foreplay, no caresses, only the most direct and primal possession.

It was a force that bordered on savagery.

Inside the embroidered tower, Li Qingluo was already covered in sweat. Her thin, gossamer-like gauze robe was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her trembling body, outlining a breathtakingly alluring figure.

She unconsciously twisted her waist, as if to meet the raging storm of the illusion, or as if futilely trying to alleviate the pain that was almost tearing her apart, yet also strangely sweet.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, and intermittent, tearful moans escaped from her throat, like those of a wounded female beast, yet exuding a heart-stirring allure.

"Well!"

Her consciousness oscillated between waves of shame and desire.

Each petal trembled under that brutal ravages, yet frantically absorbed that deadly nectar, anticipating a magnificent, all-consuming bloom...

Outside, the sun shines brightly, birds sing, and flowers bloom; inside, however, it's a different story—a boundless spring scene, yet undercurrents surge beneath.

at last!

As his eyes opened again.

She leaned back slightly against the window frame.

To support her somewhat weak waist.

The prey has entered her hunting range.

Next, it was her turn to properly "entertain" him.

This time, let's see where you run to!

Chapter Fifteen: Counterattack! Capture Li Qingluo! (Part 1)

Wang Meng stood in that quiet little courtyard, his unease rising like waves.

He kept his head down, his gaze wandering over the patterns on the bluestone slabs, while his mind kept replaying fragments of last night and various speculations about his current situation.

With each passing moment, the ominous premonition deepened.

Just then, a slightly languid yet crystal-clear female voice, like the cool morning mist, drifted down from above: "You... are Wang Meng?"

The sound came from the second floor of the embroidered building in front of him.

Wang Meng's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly looked up, his gaze falling on the window frame covered with a pale blue gossamer gauze.

He couldn't see the figure inside the window clearly, only a vague outline standing quietly by the window.

Li Qingluo did not come down.

She stood behind the paper-covered window, looking down at the slightly cramped figure in the courtyard below through a hazy barrier.

Her voice sounded calm and serene, as if it were just a casual question, without any emotion.

However, just as she opened her mouth to speak, her slender, fair fingers slowly and with an almost provocative ease untied the ribbons of the white gauze robe that was completely soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her skin.

The lingering warmth of the illusion that had overwhelmed her earlier was still present, and the heat coursing through her body had not yet completely subsided.

Beneath the thin veil, her skin remained burning hot and extremely sensitive.

The soaked gauze robe clung to his body, creating a feeling that was both uncomfortable and strangely aroused deeper desires.

As the ties were untied, the smooth, water-like fabric first hung limply down, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of skin on her chest that was flushed pink with emotion.

Then, as if it had lost all support, it slowly, with a sticky feel, slid off her round, smooth shoulders. She shrugged slightly, and the thin veil fell further, revealing her slender waist and the ambiguous red marks on her skin that had not yet completely faded—"evidence" left in her imagination after being treated roughly by Wang Meng.

Finally, the thin veil that had held all her secret desires floated down, carrying the lingering warmth of her body, a faint scent of musk, and the strong smell of sweat, and landed at her bare feet, piling up in a messy white heap on the floor.

At this moment, she stood naked behind the window, letting the breeze seeping in through the gaps in the windowpane gently caress her still flushed skin, bringing a touch of coolness, yet like feathers teasing her even more sensitive nerves.

Although Wang Meng couldn't see the erotic scene through the paper window, Li Qingluo seemed to be able to read his tension and fear from his slightly upturned face, which was filled with surprise and uncertainty.

This feeling of being in control of everything and manipulating the other party gave her a morbid sense of pleasure.

She didn't rush to say anything more, but quietly felt her naked body, the strong scent of Wang Meng still lingering on the coarse cloth, and the tense atmosphere that had suddenly appeared on the man below because of her question.

In the courtyard, Wang Meng felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to the question, which was cold yet carried an elusive meaning.

The voice, though calm, was like an invisible hook, making him tremble with fear.

Wang Meng took a deep breath, suppressing the fear churning in his chest and the stinging pain from his wound, and tried his best to make his voice sound respectful and steady: "Reporting to Madam, it is indeed I!"

As he spoke, enduring the tearing pain in his chest wound, he bowed slightly and cupped his hands in greeting.

Although he appeared very respectful on the surface, Wang Meng's eyes began to wander around.

Hearing his proper reply from behind the window, Li Qingluo's cold and eerie smile grew even stronger.

Her naked body leaned slightly against the window frame, feeling the gentle breeze caress every inch of her sensitive skin. The tingling sensation made her involuntarily curl her toes slightly.

"Oh? A lowly person..."

Her voice trailed off, carrying a lazy, cat-and-mouse teasing tone, "I think you, this 'little person,' aren't necessarily 'little' after all."

These words, though light and airy, were like a feather, intentionally or unintentionally stirring Wang Meng's taut nerves, and also stirring the lingering emotions within her own body.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Wang Meng's forehead.

How could he not hear the flirtatious undertone in Li Qingluo's words?

This looks bad.

But at this moment, he was like a fish on a chopping board, and he had no choice but to pretend to be calm.

"Madam... Madam is too kind."

"I am but a lowly and uncouth servant in this household, unworthy of such a request from Madam..."

He lowered his head, his tone becoming increasingly humble.

"Is it vulgar?"

Li Qingluo chuckled softly. Her laughter, though faint through the paper window, clearly reached Wang Meng's ears: "I think that sometimes, being a little 'rough' and a little 'vulgar' actually... has a certain charm!"

She paused, lowering her voice even further, as if whispering between lovers, with a hint of husky magnetism: "You're so strong and healthy, you must... be quite strong too, right? Last night... did you put in a lot of effort?"

The last word, "last night," exploded in Wang Meng's mind like a thunderclap!

That bitch found out after all!

She knows everything!

Li Qingluo seemed quite pleased with his frightened appearance.

"last night?

"I am foolish and ignorant, and do not know what you mean, Madam... I rested in the servants' quarters last night and did not... did not do anything out of line."

Li Qingluo seemed quite satisfied with his "innocent" appearance. She could imagine his expression as he tried to remain calm but was actually inwardly panicked, and the sense of control she felt grew stronger.

She continued to ask unhurriedly, "Where are you from?"

How long have you been in the household? Judging by your age... you're not that old, are you?

So full of energy, what kind of work did you do on a daily basis to develop such... "impressive skills"?

She deliberately emphasized the words "impressive skills," the implication of which was self-evident.

Her questions seemed ordinary, but they all revolved around the "theme" of the previous night. Every word was like a hook, tugging at Wang Meng's heart and also stirring up her own aroused desire.

She could even feel that as she teased Wang Meng with her words, Li Qingluo began to uncontrollably secrete drops of glistening honey.

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng cursed inwardly, but his face still wore an expression of fear and trepidation: "Reporting to Madam, I am... I come from beyond the Great Wall, and I have only been in the manor for a little over a month."

He usually does rough work like chopping wood and carrying water; he's not very skilled...

"Your Excellency is wise."

"From beyond the Great Wall..."

Li Qingluo's voice carried a hint of amusement, "The men from beyond the Great Wall are really honest, and... energetic."

Unlike those delicate, pretty girls in the mansion, who are all looks and no substance.

As she spoke, her gaze seemed to pierce through the thin paper window and land on Wang Meng's muscular body, her eyes flashing with undisguised hunger: "Chopping wood and carrying water are indeed strenuous work."

"I suppose... your waist and abdomen must be quite strong, right? Carrying someone on your back must be a piece of cake, right?" "Mei, you're busy, Mei, I haven't thought about it..."