After I traveled through the book, I fought back in the Hou Mansion

Chapter 473

Ye Yunzhou stared straight at her, his dark eyes filled with stubbornness and grievance. Like a neglected lone wolf, he met her gaze without hesitation: "I'm just narrow-minded. It's just a small matter to you, but to me, there's nothing more important than you in this world."

He suddenly approached softly, his warm breath brushing against her ear, "Yaoyao, I know you always rely on yourself when encountering problems, but don't forget, I'm still standing behind you. If you need me, I will do my best to help you..."

The words stopped abruptly, his Adam's apple rolled, and his grievance became even stronger. "But if you only think about others when you encounter problems, I will be very sad."

Luo Shuiyao closed her eyes. Although she had gradually grown accustomed to his occasional scoundrel behavior over the past few days, she still felt overwhelmed every time she faced him. This aggrieved and clingy man before her was completely different from the cold-faced Dusi she remembered. She couldn't help but wonder, was this really Ye Yunzhou?

She felt his chin resting gently on her shoulder, his warm breath spraying on her neck, as if waiting for her response. Luo Shuiyao sighed helplessly, her tone full of compromise: "I understand, I won't do this next time."

Ye Yunzhou seemed satisfied and said "hmm" softly. Unexpectedly, this man went further and his soft lips were already quietly pressed against Luo Shuiyao's neck.

Luo Shuiyao's whole body trembled violently, and she subconsciously raised her hand to push him away.

Ye Yunzhou seemed to have anticipated this. Before she could move, his arms suddenly tightened, holding her tightly in his embrace. Inside the narrow carriage, the sound of breathing gradually became heavier, an ambiguous atmosphere quickly filled the air, and the temperature rose steadily.

After a long while, Ye Yunzhou finally let go, contentedly. He held Luo Shuiyao tightly in his arms, leaning against the carriage wall, breathing heavily, his Adam's apple rolling, clearly still immersed in the passion. Luo Shuiyao leaned softly in his arms, neither struggling nor rising, but his heart was filled with helplessness - he always disturbed his mind and embarrassed himself like this, but he never tired of it.

Her thoughts turned back to her, her eyes flickering slightly, and doubts grew like vines. Ye Yunzhou's jokes and diversions were clearly an attempt to avoid her question about "putting himself in front of others."

She couldn't help but wonder in her heart: What exactly was his purpose? Or rather, what was he hiding from her?

Luo Shuiyao knew that even if she pressed him, Ye Yunzhou wouldn't necessarily tell her the truth. Her fingertips gently grasped the jade belt around his waist, feeling its warmth and coolness, just like his seemingly cold, yet in reality, burning heart. She could clearly feel the warmth of his palm around her waist, the undisguised attachment and nervousness—a sentiment so genuine that it temporarily put aside her doubts.

Moreover, during these days together, although he acted cunningly, he never had the slightest intention to hurt her. Thinking of this, she sighed softly, buried her head deeper into his shoulder, listened to the gradually steadying heartbeat in his chest, and whispered: "Ye Yunzhou, there are some things I can not ask, but you must promise me..."

Before she finished speaking, he gently pressed his fingertips against her lips. The man chuckled softly, his voice a little hoarse and alluring: "Just trust me."

Luo Shuiyao's body stiffened slightly. She looked up at the dark tide surging in his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason. Her throat tightened as she softly replied, "Okay."

Ye Yunzhou chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against the tips of her red ears. He lowered his head to place a kiss on the top of her head, then pulled her closer to him. His palms gently patted her back through the fabric of her clothes, like soothing a frightened cub.

Feeling the stiffness in his arms gradually relax, he continued to move, his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on the roof. Outside, the sun shone brightly, the rhythmic sound of wheels rolling over gravel reached him. He lowered his voice, with a touch of bewitching tenderness, "Get some sleep. Get some rest." His fingertips unconsciously stroked the hair at the back of her neck, but his eyes shone with a depth that others could not understand.

Being comforted, Luo Shuiyao felt that even though she was sitting in the bumpy carriage, she slept very soundly. Until the sound of the wheels suddenly stopped, Ye Yi's voice came from outside the carriage: "Sir, there is a group of people coming from the opposite direction. They look like ordinary people, but they are riding the same horses, which makes them look extraordinary."

Ye Yunzhou's eyelashes, which had been pretending to sleep, suddenly fluttered, his eyes sharp as a knife, and then gradually faded away. He said in a deep voice: "Don't pay attention to it, just keep going."

Ye Yi nonchalantly replied, "Yes," and with a flick of the whip, he slowly moved the carriage to the side of the road. In his eyes, this small event was nothing more than an ant, just a routine notification.

Unexpectedly, when the team of yamen runners arrived in front of the carriage, they all tightened the reins, and the dust raised by the horses' hooves fell on the green cloth curtains.

"Who's in front?" the leading jailer shouted in a hoarse voice, and the rusty iron knife at his waist clanged with his movements.

Ye Yi narrowed his eyes, his peripheral vision sweeping across the other person's patched-up boots. A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his lips. "He's just a passerby. What do you want? Are you going to block the road like a bandit?"

Before he could finish his words, a man with a face full of flesh suddenly emerged from the team, the tip of his knife flashing coldly and pointing directly at the carriage. He shouted in a gruff voice, "Stop talking nonsense with them! Who is sitting in the carriage? Quickly open the curtain and let us check!"

While he was shouting like this, his lustful eyes kept glancing at Chun Xing.

Yin Ye was driving the carriage, and only Chun Xing was riding alone in front of the carriage. At this moment, she stopped the horse reins on the side of the road. The yamen runner's eyes were glued to her slim figure. Such behavior clearly showed that he had ill intentions.