His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"There's no rush. Anyway, these weapons are much better than the ones we used before, they just haven't met my expectations."

"Weapons are indeed very important, how about this?"

Mo Sangyu thought for a moment and made a decision: "I'll take a look first. Don't worry, I'll definitely be able to forge a weapon that will satisfy you."

"Um."

"You can continue, I'm going back."

After saying that, she turned to leave, but Feng Xingyu held her hand tightly.

He stared at her intently, gently squeezing her fingers, and lowered his voice, "Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

Mo Sangyu: "..."

The training ground was packed with people. Although no one dared to look openly, they were still quite bold enough to peek secretly.

Not only did they secretly watch, they also secretly laughed.

Unexpectedly, the city lord, who usually appears cold, indifferent, and aloof, is like this in front of his wife.

I was really blind.

Mo Sangyu did not answer his question.

She touched her waist.

It's already the second day, and it's still sour.

The first time was not a pleasant experience, which made Mo Sangyu somewhat resistant.

Although she really liked Feng Xingyu's figure.

"Someone is calling you from over there."

Mo Sangyu pointed at Feng Xingyu, and when Feng Xingyu turned around, she took the opportunity to run away.

"Where is it?"

He glanced around but didn't see anyone calling him. When he turned his head again, Mo Sangyu was nowhere to be seen.

Little liar.

……

On her way back, Mo Sangyu made a point of buying some delicious pastries, and the first thing she did upon returning to the mansion was to visit Ya Zi.

When he saw that the young lady had actually come to see him, Ya Zi's eyes were filled with flattery and surprise.

He thought he was nothing more than a slave, just like he had been in the Colosseum, where if he was injured, crippled, or died, no one would even glance at him.

I never expected that Miss would come to see him in person!

Ya Zi's eyes reddened for a moment, but he suppressed it with all his might.

"Has Dr. Luo examined you?"

Mo Sangyu placed the pastries on the table and asked with concern, "What do you mean?"

"I've seen it."

Ya Zi lowered her eyes and said in a respectful and gentle voice, "Doctor Luo said there's nothing serious. After taking the medicine and resting for two days, I'll be fine."

After saying that, he quickly glanced at Mo Sangyu, then quickly lowered his eyes again: "Last night... it was my fault. I angered the City Lord and even implicated Miss..."

"It's none of your business."

Mo Sangyu interrupted him, saying in a calm tone, "When he gets angry, he becomes unreasonable. I apologize to you on his behalf for this."

Ya Zi looked up in disbelief.

Miss... you actually spoke up for him?

"You should get some rest."

Seeing that he was indeed alright, Mo Sangyu stood up and said, "You don't need to stay by his side tonight. We'll talk about it after he recovers."

"Yes, Miss."

Ya Zi agreed and got up to see her out of the room.

After the door closed, he was left alone in the room.

Ya Zi walked to the table, picked up a pastry that Mo Sangyu had brought, and slowly put it in his mouth. His eyes became deep and unfathomable, as if he was thinking about something.

Mo Sangyu returned to her room and, after dinner, locked the door before Feng Xingyu returned.

Only then did I feel at ease enough to take a shower and go to bed.

She also felt that it was a bit embarrassing to talk about this.

But she couldn't worry about that too much; she'd wait and see.

When Feng Xingyu returned from the training ground, he took a special look at Mo Sangyu's room and saw that the light was still on. He quickly went back to his room to take a shower and change his clothes.

Fifteen minutes later, he stood in front of Mo Sangyu's door.

The room was dimly lit, but it was still on.

Are you waiting for him?

Feng Xingyu gently knocked on the door.

However, there was no sound from inside, and no one responded.

He stood outside the door for a moment, then gently knocked twice more.

Are you asleep?

Without thinking, Feng Xingyu reached out and pushed the door open.

Surprisingly, nothing came of it.

Realizing something, he quickly tried it and found that the door was indeed locked from the inside.

To prevent her from barging into his room at night, he developed the habit of locking the door.

As for Mo Sangyu, who never used to lock her door, she suddenly started doing so today. Is she... deliberately keeping an eye on him?

Didn't you say you weren't angry anymore?

Feng Xingyu's fiery heart was instantly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

His aura also turned cold.

He listened intently to the atmosphere inside the room. Although Mo Sangyu's breathing was very light, it was clearly not as light and steady as when she was asleep.

She wasn't asleep at all, ignored him, and even locked the door.

it is good!

Good job!

Feng Xingyu's eyes darkened, a hint of annoyance at being turned away flashing across them, but quickly, that annoyance transformed into a dangerous glint.

In the darkness, his thin lips curled up silently.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Inside the room, Mo Sangyu held his breath and listened intently.

Only when the footsteps disappeared did her tense shoulders relax.

I let out a soft sigh and refocused my attention on the map in my hand.

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a faint noise suddenly came from the window on the other side.

Mo Sangyu's heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head abruptly.

The next instant, the tightly closed window was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Immediately, a tall figure nimbly climbed through the window and landed silently on the floor inside the room.

The faint light filtering through the window outlined his silhouette.

It was Feng Xingyu.

He had clearly just taken a bath, and was only wearing a soft, dark-colored nightgown.

His belt was tied loosely, and his neckline was wide open, revealing a large expanse of his muscular chest and clearly defined collarbone.

His dark hair wasn't completely dry; it clung damply to his forehead and the sides of his neck.

A few strands of hair were still dripping water, the droplets rolling over her sharply defined jawline and disappearing into her slightly open collar.

He didn't approach immediately, but instead casually leaned against the windowsill.

One leg is bent, the posture is lazy yet has a touch of wildness.

His dark, deep eyes were fixed on Mo Sangyu on the bed, his gaze filled with lingering dampness and a hint of resentment at being shut out.

But more than anything, it is an undisguised aggression and seduction.

He just stared at her, her wet hair dripping, her clothes half-open, like a spirit that sneaks into a boudoir at night, born to bewitch and seduce, silently radiating a fatal attraction.

Mo Sangyu had never seen Feng Xingyu like this before, and he swallowed hard, completely losing his composure.

She put down the map in her hand, stood up, casually conjured a towel, and slowly walked towards Feng Xingyu.

Halfway there, she stopped and beckoned to him: "Come here."

Feng Xingyu stood still for a moment, then walked towards her as instructed.

They are quite obedient.

Mo Sangyu's red lips curved slightly.

She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, slowly sliding it down to his loose belt, pulling him close to her.

Then, I helped him sit in a chair and gently dried his hair with a towel.

Feng Xingyu looked up at her face, not expecting her to react this way.

He thought she would be unhappy.

Unexpectedly, she started drying his hair.

Why are you looking at me? Don't you recognize me?

Mo Sangyu felt uncomfortable under his intense gaze, even the most composed person would feel uneasy.

Why is the door locked?

Feng Xingyu pulled her into his arms, his voice muffled, his eyes filled with accusation.

Mo Sangyu: "...My back hurts."

"..."

Feng Xingyu's expression froze for a moment.

He considered many reasons, but he never expected it to be this one.

"I'm...I'm sorry, it's my fault for not controlling the pressure properly. Let me massage it for you."

After speaking, without waiting for Mo Sangyu's reply, he placed his large, warm palm, through the thin nightgown, on Mo Sangyu's sore waist.

He started by gently rubbing her, and seeing that she didn't resist, he gradually increased the pressure.

Mo Sangyu was a little stiff at first, but under his rhythmic kneading, she gradually relaxed her body and even let out a soft moan of comfort.

The soft groan was like a feather brushing against Feng Xingyu's heart. His eyes darkened, but his hands didn't stop moving; his voice was lower and hoarseer: "Does it hurt badly?"

That's not quite right...

However, seeing how gentle Feng Xingyu was, she felt a little reluctant to part with him, so she nodded: "A little."

She turned her head and her gaze fell on his still-open collar, where she could vaguely see his muscular chest.

It looks kind of nice to touch.

Mo Sangyu strongly suspected that this man had deliberately dressed like this to seduce her.

Absolutely shameless!

"If you keep looking, I might not be able to resist doing something to you."

Feng Xingyu revealed a smug expression, but deliberately said, "The look in your eyes makes me think you want... me."

"..."

Mo Sangyu sat on his lap and could clearly feel some of his changes.

She stood up in surprise, but he pulled her back down.

"Don't be afraid."

Feng Xingyu coaxed softly in a low, husky voice, "Tonight, I won't do anything, I'll just hold you while we sleep."

He carried Mo Sangyu back to bed with one arm.

At that moment, Mo Sangyu truly believed that he couldn't do anything.

After lying down on the bed, he continued to massage her lower back.

I must say, the technique was really good, and it was indeed very comfortable.

Mo Sangyu closed his eyes and enjoyed it, occasionally increasing the intensity, which made her gasp softly.

The moment I opened my eyes, I was met with his malicious gaze.

"Mo Sangyu".

He slowly lowered his head and gently, tentatively, kissed her lips: "I'll be gentle, okay?"

He verbally asked for her consent, but in reality, he remained assertive and didn't give her a chance to refuse.

Mo Sangyu succumbed once again to his coaxing, deception, and various temptations and seductions.

Feng Xingyu's prowess proves that a man's words cannot be trusted in bed.

This time, however, he was clearly no longer so inexperienced. Although he was still fierce, the feeling he gave Mo Sangyu was completely different.

And that night was very long.

Even with spiritual power protecting her, Mo Sangyu couldn't withstand his insatiable demands... She didn't even know how she finally fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was already noon.

My whole body felt like it was falling apart, and I almost couldn't get up.

Feng Xingyu!

That mad dog.

His physical strength is insanely good.

What kind of good person could stand it seven or eight times a night?

He probably wanted to kill her!

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but curse inwardly.

However, she learned from last night that the man she met the first time was inexperienced and had poor technique, which is why she didn't feel very friendly.

But last night was a completely different feeling.

Considering that the experience was not bad, Mo Sangyu decided not to hold it against him.

"Miss, you're awake?"

Hearing the commotion inside, Feng Mian immediately pushed open the door and came in to serve: "The city lord said that Miss should sleep until she wakes up naturally, so I didn't wake her."

She brought in hot water, unable to suppress a giggle as she covered her mouth: "Miss, would you like to take a bath first?"

Mo Sangyu got out of bed, put on her shoes, and was about to nod when she suddenly realized...