Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 691 - 687: Relentless Obsession

At dawn the next day, while the tribe still lay in silence, the caravan of the Hu merchants broke camp and set off. Lin Wanwan had also left at midnight.

Inside Baye Feng’s yurt, riches abounded. Lin Wanwan had left a bag of snow-white sugar, a brick of Pu’er tea wrapped in bamboo reeds, and half a brick of aged tea already opened.

She gave him these three invaluable items directly, telling him to procure goods and join the caravan with them, and handle the transit paperwork. She wasn’t at all worried he might pocket them and deny the transaction, which surprised Baye Feng a bit.

This lone woman roaming the world had a truly bold spirit.

Baye Feng sat on the wolf pelt, practicing meditation and martial arts in silence, waiting for the last message to confirm whether Lin Wanwan’s task had succeeded. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He did not have an obsession with personally slaying his enemy. For him, as long as the enemy was dead, revenge was accomplished.

He and his blade were straightforward and efficient, caring only for the final victory, never entangled by the process.

Adili died on the stomach of the beautiful Hu Ji in his yurt, a sudden death during intercourse.

Last night, he was particularly excited, not immersing himself in dreams but rather frolicking with the Hu Ji attending him, thus losing his life.

No one suspected his death was related to the tea egg from Baye Feng earlier, because many had eaten last night, including Baye Feng and the newly captive Tang woman.

Everyone was perfectly fine, even having a night full of pleasant dreams, except for the little scuffle Baye Feng seemed to have with the Hu merchants.

People died daily in and outside the tribe; hunger could kill, and freezing was even deadlier. Death was nothing unusual; it was often experienced.

Ordinary deaths led to bodies discarded far on the grasslands, left to the ravages of carrion birds and beasts, but the leader’s demise naturally warranted a funeral ceremony.

While cooking the morning’s wild vegetable soup, Baye Feng heard the leader’s death from excessive excitement last night.

His actions paused slightly, then resumed without any anomaly.

This meal would be his last within the tribe.

After eating, he would sell all his sheep and dispose of his belongings.

He would not stay to join the battle for the new chief’s position. He would keep his promise and head to Chang’an to serve those ten years for Zhen Shiyin’s junior sister, the Village Lady, Le’an, Lin Wanwan.

Before traveling through time, Lin Wanwan threw off the blood-stained Hu jacket and black boots, leaving them behind, walking away in just a thin undershirt, barefoot.

Back in the modern bedroom, the sun was about to set.

The day Lin Wanwan had experienced was effectively worth two full days, dosing and killing had exhausted her both mentally and physically, leaving her utterly drained upon relaxation.

She entered the bathroom for a simple shower, washing her hair until the last trace of blood scent was gone, then dried her hair halfway before opening the bedroom’s security latch and collapsing onto the bed in sleep.

When Lu Shouyue noticed the time and returned to the yurt, he wasn’t sure if Lin Wanwan was back, only finding out when he probed the master bedroom door to discover it was unlocked.

He entered, directly draping himself over Lin Wanwan’s blanket, finding that the person inside only stirred slightly, with no sign of waking.

Lu Shouyue drew down the blanket, gazing at Lin Wanwan’s sleeping face, whispering gently by her ear, but could not rouse her.

"So tired? Wanwan, what on earth have you been through?" Lu Shouyue muttered, starting to examine the room’s items.

Soon, he discovered traces of Lin Wanwan’s bathing, and her ancient boots were gone.

Finally, his glance fell on Lin Wanwan’s suitcase. He didn’t peer into her luggage, merely hefted it to feel its weight, then knowingly returned it to its place.

He had no intention of waking Lin Wanwan to take her to dinner. After a couple more calls, seeing how deeply she slept, he quietly left the room and dined alone.

Lin Wanwan’s absence at dinner led Wang Bocheng and the others to mistakenly tease that Lu Shouyue had finally gotten the hang of things.

Lu Shouyue finished dinner with composure, declining a card game invitation from the group amid their laughter, returning leisurely to the yurt.

An hour passed, and Lin Wanwan slept even more soundly, deep in slumber, completely unresponsive to Lu Shouyue’s noises from showering and blow-drying his hair.

She was unaware even when he climbed into bed, only waking from hunger in the middle of the night to find herself nestled in a man’s arms.

In the darkness, she was momentarily bewildered, dizzy, unsure of the date or year.

Her movement awoke the lightly sleeping Lu Shouyue.

His first action on waking was to clasp her retreating hand, turning to pin her, stealing a kiss.

Lin Wanwan was utterly powerless against the kiss; the energy she displayed while killing and poisoning dissipated completely, as if the previous happenings were nothing more than a fleeting dream, she seemed a different person now cradled in a man’s embrace.

The strange strength that the Space-Time Gate branded into her always vanished without a trace in moments like this, offering no help.

When Lu Shouyue’s long hands began to wander across her body, she finally mustered a bit of strength, reaching out to stop him.

Lu Shouyue lifted his head, his gaze unwavering in the dark as he looked at Lin Wanwan, their breaths disrupted by heated breaths.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Lu Shouyue withdrew the hand Lin Wanwan held, turning more docile: "Just a hug."

He enveloped Lin Wanwan in his arms, reaching to turn on the dim bedside lamp.

The room was instantly flooded with warm, yellow light, inexplicably cozy.

On a night with so much strife, having a warm and strong person beside her kindled a new sentiment within Lin Wanwan.

She suddenly felt a desire to confide, but instead her stomach grumbled first.

Lu Shouyue laughed quietly, the rumbling shaking his chest. Lin Wanwan, annoyed by his laughter, tried to get up, but he held her down again: "Shall I order supper for you and have it brought here?"

This time Lin Wanwan, regaining her strength, pulled away, getting off the bed.

"No, I want to eat out myself." She was already looking for her clothes, "I barely have a chance to be here at the Anxi Grassland, and we leave tomorrow morning. I want to explore more."

Lu Shouyue chuckled: "If Wanwan hasn’t had enough fun, we can stay for two more days."

Lin Wanwan, holding her lingerie, glanced at him askance: "Don’t you have work?"

Lu Shouyue sprang from the bed, tackling her into his embrace, laughing softly: "Won’t attend court henceforth for you, my sovereign."

Lin Wanwan laughed at his words, "Let me go, I need to get dressed."

Lu Shouyue clung tighter, hands wandering where they shouldn’t: "I’ll help you."

Lin Wanwan gasped, turning to bite his shoulder: "You pest!"

Lu Shouyue retaliated, returning bites and kisses, refusing to be outdone.