Chapter 207 The Moon Bears Witness

“Yu Qing, do you really think I wouldn’t dare touch you?”

His voice was hoarse, strained with a danger that seemed about to burst.

Yu Qing stared at the handsome face so close to hers, her breath catching sharply.

【Don’t just talk, Lord Lu! I know you’re scared!】

Seeing the flicker of excitement in her eyes, Lu Yan suddenly smiled.

He tossed aside the knife, leaned down, and pressed his lips against hers.

No hesitation, no teasing—only the direct, overwhelming force of desire.

In an instant, he stole all of Yu Qing’s breath.

“Mm!”

Yu Qing’s eyes widened. The sudden intensity left her completely unprepared.

【Lu Yan, you bastard… you’re serious!】

The drama queen who had been shouting inside her head moments ago instantly turned into a quivering little quail.

Lu Yan’s large hand cupped the back of her head, leaving no room for retreat.

His kiss was hot and wild, filled with a fierce hunger, as if he wanted to consume her whole.

Yu Qing felt as though her lips would be bitten raw, her hands weakly clutching his broad shoulders.

【Oooooh, this is too much! I’m suffocating! Help!】

Hearing the silent plea in her mind, Lu Yan finally paused slightly.

He pulled back just a little, looking at the girl whose eyes were glassy and corners reddened from his kiss.

Her usually chatty lips were now slightly swollen, glistening enticingly with moisture.

Lu Yan’s Adam’s apple rolled once, and all his restraint shattered completely.

“Too late.”

He growled low and pressed himself against her again.

This time, it wasn’t just their lips and teeth entangling.

Rough fingers trailed up along her slender waist.

Yu Qing’s clothes fell away in an instant.

The fiery kisses rained down over her neck and collarbone, leaving mark after mark—each a claim of his.

“Lu… Lu Yan…”

Unconsciously, Yu Qing whispered his name, her voice soft and trembling.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

Lu Yan’s kiss soothed her earlobe.

Yu Qing completely surrendered. The candle flickered, and the bed groaned under them.

The room was thick with intimacy, every corner filled with a heady scent.

Night deepened, and the noise of Pingyang Town slowly settled into calm.

Only the bright moon outside Room One of Tianzi quietly listened to the restrained, scattered sounds coming from the two rooms.

In the room on the left, it was a clash of composure and passion, ultimately collapsing into utter madness.

Su Hewan, in another wave of turmoil, finally faced a harsh truth.

History books lie!

Who says the Director of the Eastern Depot must be a eunuch?

This man was not only a real man but an insatiable madman!

Meanwhile, in the room on the right, it was a collision of ice and fire.

Lu Yan abandoned all rules and doctrine, unleashing over twenty years of suppressed fervor on the imaginative girl before him.

Yu Qing’s tears nearly dried, and her mind couldn’t even form a coherent complaint.

She could only endure this storm of passion, surrendering completely to this cold-on-the-outside, fiery-on-the-inside killing machine.

That night,

No matter how treacherous the schemes of the court.

No matter the dangers hidden deep in the ten-thousand mountains of the southern frontier.

The four of them, in this tiny inn, crossed their final boundaries.

Boundaries dissolved.

Hearts intertwined.

The next morning.

The doors of Room One and Room Three of the Tian building were almost simultaneously pushed open from the inside.

Shen Jue wore a loose, dark red brocade robe draped over his frame, his long fingers unconsciously resting on his lower back.

At the other end of the corridor, Lu Yan’s brow was slightly furrowed, his hand similarly pressed quietly against his waist.

Their eyes collided unexpectedly in the narrow hallway.

A strange, awkward tension immediately filled the air.

In the next instant, both men seemed to have been shocked, quickly averting their gaze.

Shen Jue’s hand dropped sharply from his waist, instantly straightening his back.

Lu Yan immediately withdrew his hand as well, forcing his posture upright by several inches, projecting the cold authority of a Jinyiwei commander.

Men—when it came to this kind of thing—refusing to lose was non-negotiable!

Both forced themselves to appear calm, snorted coldly, and descended the stairs one after the other.

In the inn’s main hall, breakfast time had long passed.

The sun had climbed overhead, warming the tea on the tables with its rays.

Shen Jue and Lu Yan sat facing each other at a round window-side table, glaring silently.

Even by noon, the two room doors upstairs remained quiet as ever, not a single girl in sight.

Shen Jue lifted his teacup and sipped strategically, masking the guilt lurking in his eyes.

He glanced sideways at Lu Yan, a faint, teasing smile tugging at his brow.

“Judging by your complexion, Lu Yan, last night’s… battle must have been quite intense.”

There was a hint of mockery in Shen Jue’s soft, almost delicate voice.

“I wonder if Miss Yu, with her fiery temper, will go on a rampage once she wakes?”

At this, Lu Yan’s grip on his teacup tightened slightly.

He raised his eyelids coolly, snapping back without restraint.

“Shen Dushu, you should worry more about yourself.”

“Miss Su is such a gentle, clear-hearted person. In your hands, she’s truly like a flower planted in cow dung!”

Shen Jue didn’t get angry; instead, he curled his lips with quiet satisfaction.

“Likewise, Lu Yan, your methods are hardly inferior either.”

Though they appeared adversarial, exchanging biting remarks and sharp jabs, they were still caught up in a game of mutual mockery.

Just then—

“What’s wrong with your waist?”

“What’s wrong with your waist?”

Two voices rang out in unison in the hall!

The scene was suddenly comical and absurd, tinged with an inexplicable sense of tacit understanding.

Shen Jue reacted first, unable to suppress a laugh.

“I’ve long heard that the Jinyiwei work day and night. Seems Lu Yan’s body can’t take it anymore.”

Lu Yan’s stern expression darkened instantly, and he shot back through gritted teeth.

“I think Shen Dushu has just been playing the fake eunuch for too long and forgotten how a real man behaves. Did you accidentally strain your waist and make it real?”

Once a man’s competitiveness was stirred, the conversation could become wildly uncontrollable.

Their playful banter somehow devolved into a private discussion.

“I think you should… hold the person at… this angle…”

“Shen Dushu, you’re mistaken. It’s better to… position the person… directly…”

The two most feared “living devils” in the court were now acting like reckless young studs.

Seriously debating which posture was more comfortable!

Just as their discussion heated up, a sudden chill rose from behind.

Shen Jue and Lu Yan shivered simultaneously.

They stiffly turned around to see Su Hewan and Yu Qing standing behind them, hands on hips, glaring furiously!

Su Hewan’s usually delicate face was now as dark as a pot bottom.

Yu Qing’s teeth were clenched, her large eyes practically shooting sparks.

Recalling the morning’s brutal events, the two girls practically wanted to tear these two beasts limb from limb!

Only when the best friends exchanged a glance did they realize…