bigabreads Chapter 128 Forbidden Whispers Under the Cloak: Sister-in-law, Don't Leave My Body Warmth...
Chapter 128 Forbidden Whispers Under the Cloak: Sister-in-law, Don't Leave My Body Warmth...
The daytime heat quickly dissipates after nightfall.
The northwestern night wind, carrying a chill that seeps into your bones, howled across the newly completed, towering city walls of the Langya Special Zone.
On the city tower, the torches of the beacon towers fluttered in the wind, their light flickering and casting jagged, chaotic shadows.
Su Wan stood at the top of the city wall, wearing only a thin gauze dress (the same one she wore during the day), and couldn't help but shiver.
"Achoo!"
She rubbed her nose, just about to turn around and go back to put on another coat.
Sudden.
It's black in front of you.
A thick, black cloak, still warm from her body and exuding the scent of ink, draped over her from behind, instantly covering her completely.
Followed by.
A pair of long, strong, and well-defined hands wrapped tightly around her waist from behind, through the cloak.
"Sister-in-law."
The voice was clear and cold, like jade striking each other, yet it carried a hint of hoarseness and danger that only appeared in the dead of night.
It's getting cold.
"Why didn't you even inform your second brother?"
It's Qin Mo.
I don't know when he came up here.
At this moment, he was not wearing his signature gold-rimmed glasses.
Those long, narrow phoenix eyes were exposed without any cover, and in the flickering firelight, they were as deep as an ancient well that had been there for a thousand years, with dark whirlpools that no one could understand.
"Second Brother..."
Su Wan was a little stiff from his sudden hug.
This cloak is too big.
That was what Qin Mo usually wore, with a lining of fine black fox fur and an outer layer of windproof Shu brocade.
At this moment, she was completely enveloped in it, like a prey that he had captured and packaged.
"I'm not cold, it's just a bit windy..."
Su Wan tried to struggle, hoping to break free from this suffocating encirclement.
"Don't move."
Qin Mo's arm tightened suddenly.
Unlike the third brother Qin Meng, he didn't use brute force. Instead, he used a clever technique to hold her tightly in his arms, her back pressed against his chest.
"It's windy, so you need to wrap yourself up even tighter."
He lowered his head, his chin resting naturally on the top of her head, his voice carrying a slight tremor as it traveled down her skull:
"My sister-in-law is frail; what if she catches a cold..."
"We're the ones who are heartbroken."
He kept saying "we," but the hand that was holding her waist under his cloak showed no intention of sharing.
even.
His hands started to wander.
Through the thick fox fur, Su Wan couldn't feel the touch of his fingers, but she could clearly feel the tightening force moving upwards little by little, as if measuring her waist, or perhaps...
It is about finding a more suitable posture for control.
"Second brother, look down there."
Su Wan's cheeks flushed, and she quickly changed the subject, pointing to the dark wasteland outside the city walls:
"What...what was that noise?"
Qin Mo did not follow her finger; his gaze remained fixed on the section of her snow-white neck exposed outside her cloak.
But he still glanced at it casually.
Outside the city walls, a winding "fire dragon" appeared on the once silent wilderness.
Those were countless figures holding torches.
They did not ride horses or carry weapons, but instead carried huge, heavy bundles on their backs, some even in pairs, carrying thick roof beams and logs.
The line was very long, stretching for several miles.
There were no shouts of battle, only heavy breathing and the rustling sound of wood scraping against the ground in the dead of night.
"That is..."
Su Wan squinted and, by the firelight, finally saw the leader clearly.
That fat man carrying a large iron pot on his back and a bedding roll in his hand, isn't that Wang Datou, the village chief of Wangjia Village next door?
"Are they... moving?" Su Wan asked in surprise.
"No."
Qin Mo chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against Su Wan's earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.
"That's called... surrendering."
"surrender?"
"Look, sister-in-law."
Qin Mo stretched out one hand (his other hand still tightly gripping her waist), pointing to the logs on the backs of those people:
"Those are the roof beams of their own house."
"To get into the Qin family, they demolished the house they had lived in their whole lives."
Su Wan was shocked.
Demolition?
In this era where people are attached to their homeland, a house is their life! They actually demolished their house and came here carrying wood to seek refuge?
"Why?" she murmured to herself.
"Because we can't survive."
Qin Mo's voice was soft, revealing a cold indifference and rationality born from a profound understanding of the fickle nature of human relationships:
"Outside, there's a severe drought, and the wells have dried up. But our Wolf Fang Village..."
He lowered his head, his lips almost touching Su Wan's cheek, his voice becoming somewhat seductive:
"There is water, there is food, there is light, there is bliss."
"Sister-in-law, this is human nature."
"Give them a little something, a little hope... and they'll rush over like moths to a flame, without a second thought."
"Even if they had to tear down their ancestral homes and kneel on the ground like slaves... they would do it willingly."
As he spoke, a hint of arrogance flashed in his eyes.
That's the absolute sense of control you get when you're in a superior position, watching ants struggle at your feet.
"Second Brother, you guessed it all along?" Su Wan turned to look at him.
The two faces were very close together.
The tips of their noses almost touched.
Looking into her bright, sparkling eyes in the firelight, Qin Mo's indifference vanished instantly, replaced by an intense, unyielding affection and desire.
"I don't need to guess."
He tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against her cheek and sliding down to her earlobe:
All I know is...
"You have to give something to get something."
"They gave up their dignity and their houses in exchange for a bite to eat."
"And me..."
His hands tightened suddenly under the cloak, lifting her up and forcing her to stand on tiptoe, pressing herself even closer to his body.
"I give my life to my sister-in-law, I give this Qin family fortune to my sister-in-law..."
"Sister-in-law, could you...?"
"Give me a little something in return?"
Su Wan's legs went weak from his teasing, and she clung to him, her voice trembling:
"What kind of reward do you want?"
"I think……"
Qin Mo did not answer directly.
He suddenly released his hand that had been pointing at the landscape and pulled it back into his cloak.
The cloak was very large.
It can accommodate two people.
His hands, now completely concealed by his cloak, embraced her fully and without any obstruction.
In that dark, warm, and masculine enclosed space.
His hands were no longer satisfied with touching through the fabric.
Instead, it slipped silently under the hem of her gauze dress, like a nimble fish.
"Hmm!"
Su Wan's eyes widened suddenly, and her body trembled violently.
That instant.
Cool fingertips touched her hot, delicate skin on her waist.
That feeling was absolutely divine!
"Second brother! No..."
She tried to push him away, but her hands and feet were bound by the cloak, and she couldn't move at all.
"Shh-"
Qin Mo still maintained a well-dressed, aloof, and ascetic demeanor in public.
He watched the crowd approaching below the city wall, a faint smile on his face, as if he were admiring some scenery.
It can be worn under a cloak.
His hands, however, became extremely unrestrained.
His rough fingertips, calloused from writing, gently swirled and caressed her waist.
Each thrust felt like an electric current, making Su Wan weak all over. She could only bite her lip tightly to keep herself from making any shameful sounds.
"Sister-in-law, don't make a sound."
He whispered in her ear, a wicked pleasure in his voice:
"There are hundreds of eyes watching from below."
"If they were to hear... the matriarch of the Qin family is currently on the city wall, being... by the Second Master..."
"What do you think they'll think?"
"You...you're shameless!" Su Wan's eyes were red and brimming with tears, making her look extremely pitiful.
How can this be considered a civilized person?
This is clearly a beast in human skin!
"I'm shameless?"
Qin Mo chuckled, his movements becoming even more outrageous, his fingertips tracing the contours of her spine, climbing upwards vertebra by vertebra:
"Sister-in-law, it's so windy here."
"I just wanted to... warm my sister-in-law up."
"Look, your skin has goosebumps..."
"Is it very cold?"
Or perhaps...
He deliberately blew a breath into her ear:
"Is it because...you're too excited?"
Su Wan was going crazy.
The taboo of being intimately exposed in a cloak under the watchful eyes of others (even though they were separated by city walls) left her mind blank.
"arrive."
Just then, Qin Mo's hand suddenly stopped.
At the foot of the city wall.
The demolition team from Wangjia Village has arrived at the gate.
Several hundred people, a dark mass.
They looked at the five-meter-high, impregnable city wall, and at the two figures on the city tower, nestled together like a divine couple.
"Thump! Thump!"
It was like toppling dominoes.
Led by Wang Datou, hundreds of people knelt down in unison.
His knee slammed into the hard concrete, making a dull thud.
"Second Master Qin! Madam Su!"
Wang Datou shouted hoarsely, his voice trembling with sobs:
"Please! Take us in!"
"We'll tear down all the houses! We'll give you all the timber! Just give us some food! Just let us into the city!"
"We're not going to be human anymore! We'll be dogs, no problem!"
That humility, that despair, that madness that disregards everything for survival.
The scene was particularly breathtaking in the firelight.
Looking at the pairs of eager eyes below, Su Wan felt the heat that Qin Mo had stirred in her heart subside slightly, replaced by a heavy sense of responsibility.
"Second Brother..."
She gripped Qin Mo's arm (through his cloak), her voice slightly strained:
"Let them in."
Qin Mo did not agree immediately.
His hand, hidden beneath the cloak, slowly withdrew from her skin, tidying up her slightly disheveled hem.
then.
He wrapped her up tightly again, leaving only her eyes exposed.
"My sister-in-law is kind-hearted."
He made a casual comment, then waved to Huhe, the barbarian security captain below the city gate.
That was an extremely casual action.
Yet they possessed the power of life and death.
"Open the door."
"Boom!"
The massive, iron-clad city gate slowly opened with the sound of winches turning.
That sound was heavenly music to the refugees outside the door.
"It's open! The door's open!"
"Thank you, Second Master Qin! Thank you, Madam Su! You're like a living Bodhisattva!"
The crowd surged in like madmen, with cries and shouts of gratitude filling the air.
Qin Mo watched all of this with a cold eye.
He remained unmoved by the gratitude shown to him, maintaining his aloof and distant demeanor.
But beneath the cloak.
He lowered his head again and planted a kiss on Su Wan's forehead.
It's very light.
It's very cold.
Yet it carries a deep-seated possessiveness.
"Sister-in-law, look."
His voice drifted on the night wind, only Su Wan could hear it:
"People's hearts are easily bought."
"Give them a bite to eat and a place to live, and they'll kneel down and call you a Buddha."
"But I..."
He held her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her faint, sweet fragrance, his voice revealing a barely perceptible vulnerability and obsession:
"I don't want food, and I don't want a place to live."
"As long as my sister-in-law gives me a little something sweet..."
"Even if it's just letting me hold you like this, to warm you up..."
"I'll give you my life."
"Even if it means going to hell... I'd be willing."
Su Wan's heart skipped a beat.
She turned her head and looked at this man who was usually shrewd and calculating, and had a deep and cunning mind.
At this moment.
There was no scheming or power struggle in his eyes.
Only her.
It's completely filled with her.
"fool."
Su Wan's eyes welled up with tears, and she reached out (this time inside her cloak) to gently hug his waist.
Her hands were so small that they couldn't even wrap around his broad back.
But her body heat seeped through her thin clothes and into his body.
"Who wants to kill you?"
In the darkness, she groped her way to his hand and grasped it, their fingers intertwined:
"Your life is mine."
"You have to keep it... for me..."
She paused, a blush rising to her cheeks, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz:
"Give me... a warm blanket."
Qin Mo's body stiffened.
immediately.
In those phoenix eyes, a wild joy and blazing light burst forth, enough to start a prairie fire.
"it is good."
He gripped her hand tightly, with a force so great it felt like he wanted to crush her bones.
"Warm the bed."
"Sister-in-law keeps her word."
"tonight……"
"I'll go warm it up for my sister-in-law."