Exclusive Possession – CH 044

Chapter 44.

“I will be there soon,” Mu Xian said softly.

“Mmm.” I leaned against his back, looking at the slightly upturned ends of his hair behind his ears, and couldn’t help but reach out and touch them. He didn’t say anything, nor did he stop walking, but I saw a change in the lines of his face—he smiled.

Feeling a sweet warmth in my heart, I glanced at Yi Pucheng beside me. He seemed to be looking straight ahead, oblivious to their presence.

I just ate and walked for a while, and I got tired. Mu Xian carried me on his back without saying a word, but Yi Pucheng was quite close, and I kept talking to Mu Xian, so I didn’t have a chance to speak. We were almost at the top of the mountain now.

I slowly moved my fingers along Mu Xian’s back, silently tracing lines: Yi…

“Xiao Mu, are you tired?” Yi Pucheng suddenly appeared from the side, looking calm. “Shall I carry her for a bit?”

I quickly withdrew my finger and smiled at him. “No need.”

“No need,” Mu Xian’s voice rang out at the same time, pausing before adding, “Yi, I don’t like other males touching her.”

Yi Pucheng gave me a meaningful look, then smiled nonchalantly: “Okay.”

But his interruption made me afraid to move. Just as I was feeling frustrated, I suddenly felt Mu Xian pinch my calf. My heart skipped a beat, and then I heard him say calmly, “If you’re tired, take a nap. Don’t worry, Yi and I will arrange everything.”

Upon hearing this, Yi Pucheng laughed and said, “That’s right, women just need to wait for men to protect them.”

I smiled and didn’t say anything, resting my head on his back, my heart pounding.

He understood; he definitely understood, even though I hadn’t even finished writing the first word.

He told me to wait for his arrangements.

**

The higher we climbed, the sparser the forest became. What we needed to do was find a large enough open space to leave a distress signal so that search and rescue aircraft could find us when they arrived on this planet.

Then all we had to do was survive and wait.

We finally reached the summit.

This was a flat area, but it was littered with many round boulders, resembling giant eggs. We walked through the stone formation. After taking only two steps, the city of Yipu ahead suddenly stopped.

He muttered a curse under his breath.

Mu Xian paused and walked around to his side.

I straightened up abruptly, frozen in place, feeling cold sweat pouring down my body.

The center, surrounded by boulders, was indeed the open space we had been hoping for, and it was quite spacious, almost the size of a football field. But now, the open space wasn’t empty; it was densely packed with—

unicorn.

Each one was at least three times the size of the previous one. Clearly, the ferocious one from before was just a cub.

The unicorns seemed oblivious to our presence, still lying there resting. Mu Xian and Yi Pucheng exchanged a glance and silently retreated. I also held my breath, clinging to Mu Xian’s back without making a sound.

After taking four or five steps back, the two stopped at the same time, exchanged a glance, Mu Xian frowned slightly, and Yi Pucheng gave a bitter smile. My heart sank, and I heard a faint rustling sound behind me.

The rustling sound of claws scraping against the ground.

I felt like my entire back was going to stiffen up.

They both turned around at the same time, and I gasped—at least twenty unicorns were blocking the path leading up the mountain, their pale and terrifying eyes all staring at us.

“Did you hear a sound before?” Yi Pucheng asked in a low voice, his face grim.

“No,” Mu Xian replied.

“This is fucking weird,” Yi Pucheng cursed.

I understand now—with their hearing, they couldn’t possibly not hear so many animals on the mountaintop; otherwise, they wouldn’t have gone up the mountain so carelessly.

What did that mean? These animals didn’t make a sound before? That was incredible.

Moreover, they weren’t afraid of Mu Xian at all. But back on Stan Star, all the wild beasts were terrified of Mu Xian.

There was no time to think, for the unicorns, like a pack of tigers unleashed from their cages, roared angrily and pounced on us. Behind us, the sound of hooves followed in quick succession.

**

The mountaintop quickly became a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The unicorns attacked relentlessly; no matter which direction I looked, all I saw were ferocious beast faces and their lunging figures. But for the time being, no unicorn could reach me, because Mu Xuan and Yi Pucheng were like two meat grinders, coldly slaughtering the beasts approaching from all directions.

They used the bones from the unicorn they had killed to smash their heads, the brains splattering with each blow; their hands were stronger than blades, sending unicorns flying with a single punch, or simply grabbing one and tearing it in half… The two stood back-to-back, and I was protected in the middle, trying to move as nimbly as possible to keep up with their pace and not distract them.

They fought their way through the thorns and brambles, moving slowly down the mountain.

Perhaps their ferocity and tenacity intimidated the wild beasts. After a while, I sensed their attacks slowing down, and some beasts even began to turn and run away in the distance. But most of the beasts still relentlessly surrounded us.

I felt a sense of relief—it seemed there was a good chance of escaping.

Suddenly, Mu Xian reached out and pulled me into his arms, facing the enemy with one hand without the slightest hesitation. I was puzzled—wouldn’t this put even more pressure on him?

But after a while, I suddenly realized that, without our knowledge, we had been separated from Yi Pucheng by the beast horde, and the distance between us was getting farther and farther.

Was Mu Xian doing this on purpose? He was incredibly bold and meticulous.

A feeling of joy suddenly welled up inside me.

Finally, just when we could barely see each other anymore, Yi Pucheng shouted anxiously from afar, “Meet at the cave!”

***

Dusk enveloped the earth, and the woods grew dim. Mu Xian held me close, leaning against a large tree, breathing softly.

He carried me all the way down the mountain, and we were now at the foot of the mountain, not far from the cave where we would be staying. We’ve finally escaped the herd of beasts.

Mu Xian was covered in beast blood, his jade-like face marked with marks of varying shades, making him look both handsome and terrifying. He calmed his breathing slightly, then raised his dark eyes to look at me.

Seeing how tired he looked, I felt very sorry for him: “Are you very tired? Do you want some water?”

He didn’t answer, but suddenly grabbed my face and kissed me deeply.

For some reason, this time his kiss was exceptionally long and intense. In a daze, he pushed me down onto the grass, his kisses raining down on my cheeks, neck, shoulders, and the back of my hands…

After a long while, his lips finally left, but he remained pressed against me, his eyes dark, as if he still wasn’t satisfied.

I asked, panting, “Why did you suddenly kiss me?”

He paused for a moment, as if only then realizing the problem.

But a faint smile quickly appeared in his eyes.

“Reward yourself,” he whispered.

I chuckled.

He reached out and pinched my chin, asking in a deep voice, “What do you want to tell me? Is there a problem with Yi?”

I had rehearsed my words a thousand times in my mind, and now I finally felt relieved and quickly explained his and Yi Pucheng’s identities and grudges clearly.

Mu Xian’s face, which had been ashen, grew colder as he listened. By the time he heard that Yi Pucheng had attempted to kill them on their wedding day, leading to their current predicament, his expression had turned quite gloomy.

After I finished speaking, I looked at him quietly.

He pondered for a moment, then looked at me again, his expression calm: “I understand.”

I knew he already had a plan in mind, so I asked, “Then… should we go back to the cave and meet up with him?”

He nodded.

I knew he was looking for an opportunity to kill Yi Pucheng, and with Yi still suffering from amnesia, it was the perfect chance. But I still couldn’t help but warn him, “He’s cunning and treacherous; you have to be extra careful. Shall we go back now? He might have already gone back.”

A cold glint flashed in Mu Xian’s eyes: “Go later.”

I nodded—although I had to continue to feign politeness with Yi Pucheng, Mu Xian certainly didn’t want to spend more time in the same space with him.

The surroundings were deathly silent. Neither of us spoke, except for the soft rustling of the leaves overhead. He looked up, his gaze fixed on the distance, his expression calm and cold, as if deep in thought.

But he seemed to have forgotten that he was pressing down on me as I thought—his heavy body made it hard for me to breathe.

“Let me get up first,” I said.

He then lowered his head, his dark eyes fixed on me.

He didn’t speak, nor did he move.

“Get up,” I pushed him.

He grabbed my hands and easily pinned them to the ground, his dark eyes staring down at me.

“Hua Yao, there’s still time.”

My face flushed instantly. Did he want to do it? No way!

“I want to see my woman,” he continued in a hoarse voice.

I was taken aback—he just wanted to look at me? My cheeks flushed slightly, and I replied softly, “Yes. You look.”

Looking at me more might help him regain his memory sooner. But seeing him staring at me like that made me a little embarrassed, so I lowered my eyes and avoided his gaze.

His intense gaze lingered on my face for a moment before he lowered his head and kissed me again.

As it turns out, Mu Xian and I always had misunderstandings about relationships; for example, when I helped him deal with Kenya, he assumed I liked him and naturally wanted me to touch him. For example, the first time I kissed him, he stripped naked and ran into my bathroom.

And now, even with his amnesia, he follows “Mu Xian’s logic”—when he said he wants to see “me,” he means—

My whole being.

His large hand silently slipped down my back, finding the zipper of my skirt. With a “hiss,” he stared at me and ripped the skirt off my shoulders. I quickly grabbed on, refusing to let go: “Mu Xian! What if Yi Pucheng comes over…”

“There’s no one around.” His gaze lingered on my half-hidden chest. “Let me see.”

With a slight effort, he pulled my skirt up to my waist, exposing my entire upper body to the air. We were almost married, so he wouldn’t be as nervous as before about seeing me like that. But now his gaze was exceptionally intense, fixed on my chest, his delicate cheeks flushed a deep red, his expression as if he were seeing me for the first time, tense and restless. And we were outdoors, the air chilly against his skin, and my heart pounded like a drum.

He slowly lowered his head toward my chest, his gaze growing even darker.

…

It was completely dark. I was slightly damp and covered in hickeys.

He didn’t suggest doing it; after all, we were still in danger. But every part of my body was “re-acquainted” and “tried” by him, who had lost his memory.

He didn’t say a word during the whole process, but I could tell that he was fascinated by my body and… very curious. This curiosity was evident in the fact that every time he touched any part of me, he did so with obvious tentativeness, first smelling it with his nose, then touching it with his hands, and finally putting it in his mouth, licking, biting, and sucking it repeatedly, making a slurping sound.

He acted awkwardly, his awkwardness teasing me until I couldn’t breathe.

It took him a long time to dress me and then pick me up from the ground. As soon as I sat on his lap, I felt that hard thing pressing against me. I was already flushed from his ministrations, so I lowered my head and remained silent.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly grasped my hand and whispered, “Hua Yao, touch me.”

Although his expression remained calm, his voice revealed a hint of hoarseness and a hidden excitement.

I found it somewhat amusing—was it because, in his current memory, this was still the first time he had been touched by a woman? If it were before, he wouldn’t have said a word; he would have simply pulled down his pants, forcefully grabbed my hand, and then stared at me with a flushed face.

“Actually, before…” I said slowly, “You wanted me to touch it every day…”

Before I could finish speaking, he grabbed my hand forcefully and stuffed it into his pants.

…

It was long after dark when he finally picked me up and stood up. My cheeks were burning hot, and the burning sensation lingered for a long time. His face was ashen, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. He would occasionally lower his head to kiss me and then slowly walk towards the cave.