Rose Lock - Chapter 61

“Hua Manyi! Should I call you Hua Manyi… or Chen Xixue?” Gong Yan pinned down the woman beneath her, who was completely naked, her clear eyes now filled with rage.

On the bed, their legs were entwined, chests pressed together.

She was the General of the Southern Kingdom. A year ago, the enemy state surrendered, and the Southern Kingdom was completely victorious. Six months later, at a courtesan house, she thought she had found her long-lost childhood sweetheart, a performer. She felt guilt and pity for the suffering the woman had endured over the years, and for the following six months, she compensated her doubly.

The woman said she disliked the bamboo in the General’s residence, so Gong Yan had the bamboo across the mountain cut down and replaced with peach wood.

The woman said she disliked her cousin always bothering her, so Gong Yan spoke harshly to her cousin, hurting her so much that she never came back.

…

It wasn’t until today that she suddenly realized this woman, her pillow companion, was actually a spy sent by the enemy state.

The woman had cut off her wings, destroyed her left and right-hand men, leaving her estranged, with no one to rely on.

“A-Yan… do you also think I’m a spy?” Hua Manyi looked at her with disappointment, tears welling up in her eyes, silently streaming down her cheeks.

“If I were a spy, why would I risk my life to block a sword for you during that assassination attempt!”

“That was to gain my trust!”

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“You scoundrel—” Hua Manyi finally broke down, her vision already blurred. “Get away from me, don’t touch me!”

“Yiyi…” Gong Yan looked at the woman beneath her, a sudden panic stirring in her heart, as if the woman were about to leave her forever.

Hua Manyi cried and laughed, her throat choked with sobs, “Since you believe I am a spy, then I can only—”

“What are you going to do?”

Suddenly, a flash of steel appeared before her eyes. Instinctively, she reached out and grabbed it. A sharp pain shot through her palm, and warm liquid flowed down her wrist.

“Gong Yan, you’re crazy!” Hua Manyi cried out in alarm.

“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have doubted you.” Gong Yan looked at the woman before her, who was clearly distressed for her. Only now did she realize she had doubted the wrong person.

Had she been a moment later, this dagger would have been plunged into the woman’s chest, proving her innocence in this manner.

But then Gong Yan would have lost her forever.

After the wound was bandaged, Hua Manyi’s face remained pale and she was indifferent to Gong Yan’s attempts at reconciliation.

“Since General Gong does not trust me, yet will not let me kill myself, then Manyi can only leave this General’s residence.” Hua Manyi had become cold, devoid of her usual intimacy.

Gong Yan’s heart ached. She knew she had wounded the woman’s feelings, yet she couldn’t suppress her anger upon hearing this. “Where do you intend to go?”

“Cousin Manyi once promised me that if I defected to her, she would never fail me in this life.”

“Then what am I, Gong Yan, to you?!” Gong Yan pulled the woman to face her, the jealousy in her eyes spreading wildly. “Did you plan this all along?”

Hua Manyi acted as if she hadn’t heard, struggling, “Let go of me! Gong Yan, you’re the one who wouldn’t believe me, so my leaving should be what you want!”

“I won’t allow it!”

With that, Gong Yan kissed her. With a ripping sound, before Hua Manyi could react, she was pinned down on the bed. Her underclothes were gone. The woman’s delicate white fingers brought a cold temperature that contrasted sharply with her body heat. The thin calluses on her fingertips, worn from years of holding a sword, slid over the inside of her body, eliciting wave after wave of shivers.

“…Gong Yan, you can’t do this sob—” Hua Manyi couldn’t help but cry out, her voice a mix of youth and delicate beauty, yet her body was always more honest than her mind. Not only was she powerless to push the woman away, but the spot inside her seemed to invite the touch, despite her protests.

She hugged Gong Yan’s head, her arches involuntarily arching. “Gong Yan… please let go of me…”

“Yiyi, do you like your cousin or do you like me, Gong Yan?” Gong Yan watched her alluring expression, her phoenix eyes slightly lowered, filled with an indescribable emotion. Her fingertip moved slightly.

Hua Manyi turned her face away, stubbornly enduring, refusing to answer her question.

“Yiyi, Yiyi, where are you?” The cousin’s voice suddenly called from outside the door. Hua Manyi lifted her smooth, jade-like right arm and stretched it out towards the door in a plea for rescue. Her lips were about to part, “Cousin—”

A loud, undeniable sound of water echoed from a place close at hand. A wave of shame crashed over her. Hua Manyi abruptly covered her mouth, fearfully trying to push the woman off her.

If her cousin saw this, she would rather die.

“A-Yan, please, don’t… Cousin is here, please let me go…” Hua Manyi shook her head, her eyes tearful and hazy, suppressing her reaction.

“Then tell me who you like?”

“I like you.”

“Will you say those things again?”

“I won’t…”

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