My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 732 - 468: Zhou Yitang Asks About the Sword (Two in One)

Yin Tingxue's body was petite, but wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket all day long, she was warm like a heater. Chen Yi naturally pulled her into his embrace.

He leaned in close. The little fox wasn't used to it and retreated slightly, her breath rolling onto Chen Yi's neck, making it itch.

The bedroom fell silent for a moment, leaving only the sound of their soft breathing.

Chen Yi's eyes lingered patiently for quite a while.

But there was no movement.

He immediately looked up at Yin Tingxue.

Yin Tingxue, caught under his gaze, asked back, "What's wrong?"

Chen Yi raised a brow and asked, "Don't you have something you want to say to me?"

"Mm."

"What is it?"

"I… I haven't thought it through." Yin Tingxue lowered her head as she replied.

Chen Yi glared at her and pretended to sound angry. "Oh, you're messing with me, huh? Well, I'm going to deal with you right now."

"No, don't, please don't…"

Yin Tingxue repeatedly refused, urgently leaning closer to him and familiarly planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Not today…"

She never wanted to engage in those things. Every single time left her completely exhausted. One reason was her unwillingness to inflict pain. Another was her innate dislike for such acts; deep down, she felt it was disgraceful of Chen Yi to enjoy bedroom matters so much. After all, she came from the Prince Mansion. No matter how long it had been, her girlhood purity lingered in her bones, as if she would never grow up.

Chen Yi was well aware of her shy nature. She had rarely shown initiative in wanting such things, typically only giving in to his insistence.

At this moment, he leaned closer, his fingertips lightly brushing as he murmured beside her ear:

"What about tomorrow?"

"…Still don't want to." Yin Tingxue, a little frightened, nevertheless responded.

"The day after tomorrow?"

"…Still don't want…"

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow both don't work. What about the day after that?" Chen Yi's tone remained unchanged.

Yin Tingxue suddenly shivered, hesitating for quite a while before saying, "If you insist… it's not like I can refuse…"

"I insist? Then I insist right now."

Chen Yi bore his teeth in a wolfish grin, flipping her over as if to pin Yin Tingxue beneath him.

"Six months without you—looks like I've lost my mind, actually asking for your opinion."

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't, no, stop…" Yin Tingxue cried out in panic, her hands pushing against his shoulders. When Chen Yi looked down, he noticed her eyes reddening slightly.

It wasn't clear whether she was angry or aggrieved, nor could he tell if there were tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Chen Yi suddenly had the urge to watch her cry. With ill intentions, he stared at her.

Yin Tingxue panted for a moment but ultimately didn't cry. Instead, she looked at him pitifully and mumbled, "Why do you want to bully me the moment you come back?"

Chen Yi froze for a second before realizing she could hear the voice in his heart.

Nevertheless, he always prided himself on having thick skin—so long as one didn't hit him where it hurt.

"What, I can't bully you? Little fox, from the day we met, have I ever not bullied you?" His tone was full of self-righteousness.

Though she had long been used to his shamelessness, Yin Tingxue still shrank back a little.

"No, you can't…" As if worried this wouldn't convince him, Yin Tingxue whispered, "I… I'm your wife, aren't I?"

"And so what if you are my wife?" Chen Yi found it amusing.

"A wife is different from a concubine."

"How are they different?"

Chen Yi was relentless. Over the past six months, he had thought about Yin Tingxue a lot, even imagining treating her with care and respect, living harmoniously and playing music together. Yet for some reason, when they met face-to-face, the urge to bully her overwhelmed him, as if pouring out his love in this way—whether she liked it or not—was the only way she could bear it quietly.

Yin Tingxue curled up beneath him as moonlight poured in, chilly and clear. Her pale neck exuded a faint glimmer, her lowered eyes showing she had racked her brain for quite a while.

After some time, she spoke: "My father... listens to my mother. Whatever my mother says, he listens to it…"

Yin Tingxue didn't know what relationships between husband and wife were supposed to look like. To her, her parents' was the most perfect model.

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Why?"

Why… Yin Tingxue suddenly felt aggrieved.

Six months had passed, and he was still the same, always resorting to cunning means to corner and bully her. He found it so easy to be cruel and so difficult to be kind. Even making simple requests felt like grasping scraps from a tiger's mouth. She couldn't resist him and could only continuously compromise.

Chen Yi continued to stare at her, as if determined not to let her escape.

Yin Tingxue softened her voice and spoke: "There are no concubines anymore, we're husband and wife now… and you promised that if I was obedient, you'd treat me better."

Chen Yi looked at her, half-smiling but not saying a word.

"You told me to miss you, and I did. You told me to stay at Yin Sword Mountain and not leave, so I didn't take a single step away. And… I think I've grown to like you a little…" Yin Tingxue leaned into his arm pleadingly. "I've always listened to you. Would you listen to me once, just this once?"

Her pleading demeanor was so heartwarming that Chen Yi couldn't help but agree, "Alright, this time I'll listen to you."

With that, he finally relented and let Yin Tingxue go, no longer pinning her down.

Yin Tingxue breathed a sigh of relief and broke into a smile.

Chen Yi held her shoulder and asked, "So what did you want to say?"

"I wanted to say… ha…" Before Yin Tingxue could finish, a big yawn escaped her.

After such a commotion, exhaustion finally overtook her. Added to that was the emotional upheaval she had experienced when she feared Chen Yi might truly die, leaving her drained and worn out. No matter how much she had wanted to say, her eyelids were now too heavy to stay open.

Chen Yi watched and helplessly laughed before saying, "Get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

Yin Tingxue nodded and closed her eyes. Sleep quickly overtook her, and before she knew it, she had nestled into Chen Yi's embrace.

She had always lacked a sense of security, often sleeping pressed tightly against the wall, as if a drifting ship needed to find its shore.

Chen Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and he let out a soft sigh.