Hidden Shadow – CH 300

Chapter Three-Hundred: The Uncle’s Downhill Path

Despite Chu Dingjiang’s extremely gentle movements, An Jiu still felt a tearing pain.

This feeling was more unbearable than ever before because it was not just physical pain but also a strange psychological sensation that made the whole process long and agonizing.

An Jiu opened her mouth and bit Chu Dingjiang’s shoulder.

Chu Dingjiang’s attention was entirely elsewhere, and he did not feel a trace of pain.

When the two were finally intimately connected, Chu Dingjiang felt as if he had just emerged from water.

All his restraint was focused on the process, so the first time ended quickly, but a second round soon followed.

An Jiu went from being the active one to being passive and then gradually became active again; her passionate abandon amazed and satisfied Chu Dingjiang.

A night of fiery passion.

The next day, the snow stopped.

Outside, the sky was hazy. Chu Dingjiang opened his eyes, heard the even, long breaths beside him, and could not help but smile slightly, pulling the person in his arms even tighter.

An Jiu opened one eye, saw Chu Dingjiang’s silhouette, then closed it again, suddenly noticing that Chu Dingjiang’s manhood was rapidly growing. She immediately opened her eyes. “I want to see!” This surprised An Jiu greatly. Although she understood matters between men and women, this was the first time she had witnessed it firsthand. She was very interested and had forced Chu Dingjiang to “perform” for her several times last night.

“I will not watch, or do not blame me for being ungentlemanly,” Chu Dingjiang said sternly.

But this tactic was completely ineffective on An Jiu; she buried her face in the covers.

Chu Dingjiang, helpless, could only forcefully pull her out. “I have something to ask you.”

“Speak.” An Jiu stopped speaking.

“You are clearly a first-timer. Yet you act so skillfully. You must have secretly read quite a few erotic books before?” Chu Dingjiang teased her. The so-called erotic books, of course, referred to… erotic novels.

“No,” An Jiu said, proudly raising her chin. “It’s animal instinct. It relies on basic talent.” An Jiu had long forgotten where she learned this kind of knowledge, but she had not deliberately looked up any information. Besides, she was not subject to many constraints, and even though her movements were clumsy, her lack of awkwardness made her seem knowledgeable.

This proved that sometimes understanding was one thing, but the state of mind was crucial.

As she spoke, An Jiu suddenly remembered something. “You were so fast the first few times that I could not even tell the speed. Clearly, it is a congenital deficiency. You will not kill me to cover it up, will you?”

Probably only she in the whole world could make such a joke! Chu Dingjiang thought helplessly.

After confirming that he was alright, Chu Dingjiang stopped caring about these unimportant jokes and even smiled, saying, “Then please help me a lot in the future.”

An Jiu patted his shoulder and said seriously, “Do not worry, I will not tell anyone.”

Reassured, Chu Dingjiang could not help but chuckle at her serious expression.

He finally understood that what initially attracted him to An Jiu was her passionate and unrestrained nature, which resembled that of a woman from the Warring States period! Now, he could no longer clearly discern the reason; he only felt a sense of peace and contentment holding her.

Only now did Chu Dingjiang feel truly alive.

After last night, Chu Dingjiang could now easily control his desires. When he habitually circulated his internal energy, he discovered he had fallen from the peak of the second rank of the Transcendent Realm to the early stage of the second rank.

He calmly accepted this reality, anticipating that he might continue to fall.

Based on the current situation, almost all Transcendent Realm experts in the world were dead or wounded. It could be said that those who could fight him to a draw were extremely rare. In addition, he had secretly cultivated some power over the years, which was more than enough to protect himself.

What concerned Chu Dingjiang was the Liao Kingdom’s obsession with the heart’s blood of the medicine person. He had secretly dealt with many ghost figures, but these ghost figures seemed endless, appearing wave after wave. It was clear that the Liao Kingdom had mobilized almost all of its ghost figures to obtain the blood.

“The Liao Kingdom’s ghost figures have recently appeared around Bianjing. Do not go out frequently recently,” Chu Dingjiang advised.

An Jiu listened to his strong, steady heartbeat and simply nodded.

Chu Dingjiang, lost in thought, reached out and gently stroked her hair.

Silence fell for them, but both enjoyed the quiet tranquility.

In this era, marriage was the most important event in a woman’s life, akin to a second reincarnation. Chu Dingjiang felt guilty for not even giving An Jiu a proper wedding, so he decided to stay on the island with her, detached from worldly affairs.

Outside, it was freezing cold, but inside, it was warm and cozy. Chu Dingjiang, dressed in a wide-sleeved robe, his hair half down, leaned against the couch reading, his carefree demeanor clashing with the restrained decor around him.

An Jiu, meanwhile, sat cross-legged to one side, meticulously repairing her collection of small toys, even more engrossed than Chu Dingjiang himself.

“Playing with things is a waste of time.” Chu Dingjiang put down his book. “If you have free time, practice your skills or read books. Is that not more useful than playing these games?”

An Jiu casually hummed in agreement, not even looking up.

Chu Dingjiang lightly tapped her head with the scroll. “Look up.”

An Jiu frowned, staring at him with a bitter and resentful expression.

“It’s not that I do not want you to play, but with a formidable enemy at hand, can you not be a little more careful about your life?” Chu Dingjiang casually grabbed a cloth bag and stuffed his things inside. “Go practice your skills.”

“I’ve already practiced for four hours,” An Jiu said unhappily.

“How many hours did you practice before?” Chu Dingjiang asked.

“How long ago?”

“In your past life.”

“That’s about seven or eight hours.”

“What was the last thing that happened to you in your past life?” Chu Dingjiang asked.

An Jiu was reluctant to speak, but still admitted, “I got my head blown off.”

Chu Dingjiang quickly understood what “head blown off” meant. “See? This is what happens when you are not skilled enough. You used to spend seven or eight hours, and this happened, and now you dare to spend only four?”

“Tch,” An Jiu scoffed without hesitation. “The pot calling the kettle black. Did you not always try to outsmart others? At least I could make up for it with hard work, but your intelligence is what it is. You lost at the starting line, and with age, everything declines. Struggling is useless. I am going to practice! I advise you not to waste your time.”

“You little brat!” Chu Dingjiang flashed, his robes fluttering, appearing opposite her in an instant.

An Jiu naturally would not surrender.

The two started fighting in the room.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Fourteenth! Fourteenth!” A girl’s clear voice interrupted their struggle.

An Jiu stopped fighting, disheveled, and went to open the door.

Lou Xiaowu burst in, grinning. “I heard you are back! Come to my place; I finally finished making that pistol you mentioned!” As she spoke, she grabbed An Jiu’s hand and pulled her outside, completely unaware that someone else was still inside.

A year had passed, and Lou Xiaowu had grown taller and more beautiful. Only her large, almond-shaped eyes remained unchanged. Her lively, chattering manner made it seem as if they had only been apart for two or three days.