Chapter 51: Okay

Su Mu responded to him in a low voice: “Okay.”

Xie Yi was still immersed in pouring out his anxious love, and when he heard Su Mu’s faint response, he was momentarily unable to react.

Su Mu cupped his face: “I said okay.”

She was a lone person from another world, never feeling a sense of belonging to this world. It was Xie Yi who stayed by her side, giving her a hint of the warmth of home. She had never considered things like taking a husband or having children before, but if that person was Xie Yi, she felt it wasn’t so hard to accept. Moreover, he would be the one bearing the pain of pregnancy and childbirth; she only needed to enjoy herself to get a child, which was quite advantageous.

She leaned in and kissed him, gradually deepening it.

Xie Yi vaguely understood her meaning, hot blood rushing straight to his brain. His hands climbed onto her shoulders, greedily sucking.

Su Mu now understood what it meant for passion to ignite instantly. At this moment, Xie Yi was like dry tinder, bursting into flames at the slightest touch. Previously, she had seen him as obedient and gentle, very docile and respectful, no different from conservative ancient people, so she had also maintained etiquette with him, afraid of being too forward.

She had originally thought that at this point, Xie Yi would at least act like an ordinary man in a female-dominant society, showing a little restraint, playing a bit hard to get, letting her experience the feeling of a dominant woman forcefully pursuing.

The result she hadn’t expected was that Xie Yi’s reaction was even more intense than hers. Su Mu even suspected that he had prepared for this moment long ago.

She gave just a tiny spark, and his dry tinder instantly blazed up to the sky. He impatiently took off his outer garments, casually throwing them in the hall, following her step by step into the bedroom, closing the door.

Xie Yi’s eyes were tinged with a deep red due to excitement, his green eyes watery. His clothes, half-removed, hung at his waist, barely held up by the still-fastened belt. His chest heaved slightly.

The wind blew in, passing over his bare chest, alternating between cold and hot. Xie Yi trembled slightly beneath her.

Su Mu leaned forward, her kiss falling on his collarbone. Xie Yi’s arms quivered finely, almost unable to hold himself up. Su Mu’s mischievous nature surged, and she gently bit his delicate collarbone with her teeth.

Xie Yi’s expression was dazed as he bit his lower lip and whimpered.

Su Mu laughed, lying by his ear: “Weren’t you quite excited just now? How come now that we’re in bed, you’re afraid to make a sound?”

Xie Yi hugged her neck passionately and whimpered: “Miaorong, Miaorong is still here, I dare not let him hear.”

Su Mu raised her head from his neck, looking at the tightly closed door, as if thinking about Xie Miaorong through the room.

Xie Yi hugged her neck with one hand, untied her belt with the other, and moved restlessly beneath her, trying to attract her attention: “Sister Mu, don’t think about him.”

“I’m not thinking about him, I was just thinking that since you’re concerned about him, why don’t I find an excuse to send him out?” Su Mu said.

“No need, I… I’m not concerned about him.” Xie Yi half-propped himself up, his high ponytail already loosened, the slightly curled hair ends like lazy, stretching seaweed intertwining with her long hair.

Su Mu smiled gently, untying the bed curtains. With their movements, the pure white curtains rippled in waves.

After ten years in the female-dominant world, Su Mu finally experienced the joy of intimacy, and it was… quite pleasurable.

She had thought that men in the female-dominant country would all be physically weaker, like the female protagonists in those romance novels she read as a young girl, unable to get out of bed and such.

Xie Yi looked thin, but unexpectedly, when he took off his clothes, his body was quite well-built. Not only were his muscles firm, but his stamina was also surprisingly good.

Except for the first time when he bled a little and was somewhat inexperienced, by the second time he had become quite adept. He was particularly good, not just good, that waist of his was quite powerful. In short, it was thoroughly satisfying. Xie Yi, dazed and confused, no longer cared about so-called etiquette or covering his mouth in the latter half, his heavy breathing coming one after another.

Su Mu lowered her head and teased: “Now you’re not afraid of your younger brother hearing?”

Xie Yi, his voice hoarse from panting, tenderly brushed away the sweat-soaked hair on her forehead: “Not afraid anymore.”

He wanted Xie Miaorong to listen well, to hear how Sister Mu cherished him, so that he would know to give up and not foolishly covet someone who didn’t belong to him.

Su Mu was dazzled by his moving gaze and couldn’t help but go for another round.

The summer heat and this activity were extremely draining. Su Mu’s throat was almost smoking, and she was about to put on some clothes to go downstairs for some tea to drink.

But Xie Yi understood her thoughts well and took the initiative to put on an outer garment, taking the teapot and pouring a cup of tea for her.

After being served in bed, he continued to serve out of bed. Su Mu felt a bit guilty and pushed the cup of tea in front of Xie Yi: “You drink it.”

You lay comfortably on top of her, whimpering for a long time, your throat should be more parched than hers, needing this more.

After all this exertion, Xie Yi’s face was still flushed red. He seemed to be truly thirsty and drank the cool tea in one gulp.

After drinking, he changed to another cup and continued to pour tea for Su Mu. Only then did Su Mu slowly start drinking.

Xie Yi gathered his light clothes and sat beside Su Mu on the bed, quietly watching her drink tea, his gaze full of tenderness and affection.

He grew up in the Western Regions, where customs were more open compared to the Central Plains. The male elders there were also not stingy and didn’t wait until just before a man’s marriage to hastily teach him how to please women.

Therefore, Xie Yi knew well what kind of man women liked most – passionate in bed, dignified out of bed.

So even though he had just been favored, he constantly reminded himself not to become complacent, always remembering his place.

Seeing Su Mu finish her tea, Xie Yi took the cup and put it back in its place, then knelt halfway down in front of her and asked: “Is Sister Mu tired? Do you want me to massage your legs?”

Su Mu paused, wanting to say no.

But… Xie Yi’s massage skills were really good, so comfortable, even better than professional masseuses. Could she enjoy this for free?

She swallowed the “no” and leaned against the bed rail, shamelessly narrowing her eyes, enjoying Xie Yi’s thoughtful massage.

Seeing her expression of satisfaction, Xie Yi’s lips revealed a gentle smile.

After massaging for who knows how long, Su Mu stretched lazily, feeling a bit sleepy.

Xie Yi tactfully prepared to leave. Even though he had become intimate with Su Mu, even though he knew Su Mu was gentler with him than with other men, he still didn’t dare forget his position.

Suddenly Su Mu grabbed his hand, her sleepy eyes opening: “Where are you going?”

Xie Yi turned back: “Sister Mu is tired, I should go back too, let you rest well.”

Su Mu directly pulled him onto the bed, using her hands and feet to pin him down: “How can your injured younger brother squeeze into one bed with you? From now on, you’ll sleep with me, let him have a single room.”

Xie Yi laughed softly, nuzzling into her embrace like a spoiled child: “Okay.”

After that night, her relationship with Xie Yi advanced by leaps and bounds.

Since they had slept together, she naturally couldn’t not give Xie Yi a proper status. She prepared to arrange the wedding, though of course, the wedding couldn’t be too grand, otherwise her image of being frugal that she had established with Magistrate Xu would no longer hold.

When Shen Yuxue heard that Su Mu was going to marry Xie Yi, she almost choked on the iced jelly in her throat: “Marry him? Marry him? You, you’re serious!”

Su Mu said: “Of course it’s true, I’m not interested in toying with a young man’s heart. I like him, he likes me too, we’re in love so naturally we should get married.”

Shen Yuxue was considered her good friend in this world. She had thought that sharing this news with her, she would be happy for her.

But Shen Yuxue lowered her eyes, not looking very happy: “It would have been better if you were just playing with him.” She sighed softly.

However, she quickly adjusted her mood and smiled: “Alright, as long as you like him. Anyway, you’re a woman, if you get tired of him in the future, you can just divorce him. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely prepare generous wedding gifts for you.”

“No need for gifts, your presence is enough.” Su Mu smiled: “Speaking of which, you used to be quite the player, how come I haven’t seen any men around you lately?”

Shen Yuxue pursed her lips and said disdainfully: “Men? My backyard is full of them, I’m tired of looking at them.”

Of course, these men were all enjoyed by the original Shen Yuxue. The modern Shen Yuxue naturally had no interest, but still had to feed and care for them well. What if the original owner came back one day? Besides, she wasn’t interested in other men either.

“But if you’re getting married so quickly, if Yan Jiyue finds out, won’t he go crazy?” Shen Yuxue said. After all, the Yan family was now tottering, and it was said that the Yan family head was looking for a new wife for him, and even the Yan family’s young miss couldn’t stop it.

If he heard the news of Su Mu getting married at this time, he definitely wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Su Mu’s expression stiffened, then she smiled and said: “What does my marriage have to do with him? If he only indulges in the past and doesn’t know how to look forward, then no one can save him. I can’t remain unmarried for life just for him.”

“Did she really say that?” In the Hanlan Courtyard, Yan Jiyue, who had become haggard beyond recognition, lowered his head. The once arrogant and proud young man now looked dejected with downcast eyes, his heart aching constantly.

Xiao Ping said softly: “Young master, I overheard this when passing by Miss Shen’s shop.”

Yan Jiyue’s heart felt both swollen and pained. Even though he knew that every word Su Mu said was reasonable, he still couldn’t help feeling aggrieved and hurt. How he wished that Su Mu could care about him a little now, like when they had just gotten married. Even if she just pretended to say some polite words, it would be better than being so cold-hearted, so cold-hearted that he couldn’t even find an excuse to deceive himself.

His sister going to plead with Su Mu was also his idea. He wanted Su Mu to accept him as a servant or slave for Yan Ting’s sake, so that he could have a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that one day Su Mu might change her mind and see how he had changed.

But it was all too late. She had fallen in love with someone else.