Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Humiliation, anger, and despair seeped into Murong Wei's heart.

She wanted to faint, to end it all, but her mind was unusually clear, every detail so vivid it was maddening.

Murong Wei's inner garment was eventually torn to shreds, exposing her delicate skin to the autumn chill.

Xie Xiaoyi's hands became even more greedy, roughly caressing Murong Wei's waist, ravaging her round and perky figure.

Murong Wei gritted her teeth and struggled, her slender fingers scratching and clawing wildly at his sides.

"The more you resist, the stronger I become!"

Xie Xiaoyi grinned lewdly, reached out and grabbed one of her wrists, then reached back and grabbed the other.

—With a swift movement, he brought his left hand together, tightly gripping Murong Wei's hands with a single palm.

He then pressed her down, pinning her hands firmly to the haystack. The more she struggled, the harder he gripped her.

"Sweetie, don't be stubborn."

Murong Wei bit her lip; the effects of the "Drunken Spring Breeze" drug made her limbs feel as weak as a puddle of mud.

She could only let Xie Xiaoyi's weight press down on her chest, making her feel suffocated, and each breath she took was accompanied by a groan.

Xie Xiaoyi freed his right hand and his fingers went straight to grab Murong Wei's shoulder.

Where the gaze falls, below her shoulders and neck are her slightly recessed collarbones, their contours clear and distinct, rising and falling gently with her breath.

Murong Wei could feel Xie Xiaoyi's fingers tickling her collarbone.

Her collarbones have always been very defined and well-defined.

That was the perfect physique she had achieved through countless days and nights of martial arts practice, but now it was being wasted.

After Xie Xiaoyi succeeded, he became increasingly violent. His heavy breathing and one indecent word after another made Murong Wei want nothing more than to die.

The sky was dark and gloomy.

Xie Xiaoyi's triumphant laughter echoed through the dilapidated temple.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Lady Murong is just like any other woman, saying no with her mouth but her body is quite honest."

"You are shameless, you are despicable."

Murong Wei's body trembled slightly on the haystack, like a flower branch ravaged by a storm.

She had tried her best not to let out any soft moans, but Xie Xiaoyi still caught the faint details.

"There's something even more shameless, but don't rush, we'll take it slow..."

I don't know how much time passed.

Xie Xiaoyi, finally satisfied, stood up disheveled and looked down at Murong Wei, who was curled up on the haystack.

Her hair lay disheveled on the haystack, and her bare skin was covered in grass clippings and stains.

Her once clear and bright eyes were now filled with a lifeless, gray desolation.

"How does it taste, Lady Murong?"

From this day forward, you are one of the women Xie Xiaoyi has been with.

"Xie Xiaoyi, as long as I live, I, Murong Wei, will tear you to pieces in my lifetime."

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaoyi walked over and squatted down beside Murong Wei.

With a "smack," he slapped her on her "fleshy spot."

"Stubborn?"

This isn't a good place for a second chance. Let me take you somewhere more comfortable to continue.

"No...I don't want to, you...you mustn't."

Murong Wei was frightened. Although there was anger in her eyes, tears rolled down her cheeks, and her voice was hoarse and trembling.

"Xie Xiaoyi! You lecherous thief!"

If you dare touch a single hair on my head again, my entire sect will raze your lair to the ground.

I'll skin you alive, pull out your tendons, and make you wish you were dead!

"Smack!" Murong Wei felt a sharp pain as her buttocks were slapped again.

It is very elastic.

Xie Xiaoyi looked at his hands and clicked his tongue, saying with lingering satisfaction:

"Would I touch you with one more finger?"

"Then I'll just buy one and get four free, and slap you in the face."

"Get out! Get out of here! Even if I, Murong Wei, die, I will never let you succeed!"

"Die? Not so easy. I haven't had enough fun yet."

As he spoke, Xie Xiaoyi poked the tip of her nose with his finger.

Murong Wei was stunned. She struggled to bite Xie Xiaoyi's hand, but he grabbed her chin.

I forced myself to look up at him.

"Don't move!"

A hint of pleasure flashed in Xie Xiaoyi's eyes, but his tone was mocking.

"If you keep making a fuss, I won't be gentle anymore."

What if people in the martial arts world knew that their pure and virtuous female knight-errant, Murong, had been defiled like this by me?

—What kind of expression will it have?

"You're despicable! Shameless!"

Murong Wei was trembling with anger, but she couldn't break free from Xie Xiaoyi's grasp.

The feeling of helplessness—being a martial arts master yet being at the mercy of others—was more agonizing than death itself.

She wanted to utter even harsher words, but after searching through all the "proper language" she had been taught by her masters since childhood, she couldn't find a single filthy word to vent her anger.

With red eyes and trembling with anger, he managed to squeeze out the words, "Despicable and shameless," after a long pause.

But as soon as the words left my mouth, I felt powerless.

Compared to Xie Xiaoyi's despicable behavior, this "decent" rebuke was like a mere tickle.

Seeing her frustrated expression, unable to win an argument or a fight, Xie Xiaoyi became even more excited.

"Let's go, my heroine Murong, let's continue somewhere else."

That's all.

Ignoring Murong Wei's struggles, he wrapped her voluptuous figure in his black cloak, picked her up by the waist, and carried her out of the dilapidated temple.

Murong Wei was forced to hook her arms around Xie Xiaoyi's neck, futilely pounding on Xie Xiaoyi's back, her voice trembling with sobs.

"Put me down!"

Xie Xiaoyi, I curse you to a terrible death!

"Heh heh curse, even a terrible death is a satisfying one."

Xie Xiaoyi found this feeling of being "a stubborn woman who is powerless to resist" quite enjoyable.

Their steps became lighter and more hurried.

......

When Xie Xiaoyi carried the dazed Murong Wei into the "Desolate Inn," the lanterns on the eaves were flickering in the night wind.

The shopkeeper was an old man with a face full of wrinkles. He glanced at the woman in his arms, a knowing look flashing in his eyes.

He didn't ask any further questions, but simply pointed to the innermost room on the second floor: "Sir, that's the only superior room left, it's quiet."

These people from the martial arts world prefer tranquility, and when two people who are mutually attracted to each other open an inn, they mostly want to get away from the hustle and bustle of the county town.

Firstly, it can avoid acquaintances.

Secondly, people feel safe in remote places.

This is what is known as "distant prostitution and nearby gambling".

The old shopkeeper was a seasoned veteran; how could he not see through the trick?

This desolate inn was originally a place where people from all walks of life could avoid being seen and pursue their own desires.

People from all walks of life come and go; what kind of scenes haven't they seen?

People like Xie Xiaoyi might have secretly pledged their lives to each other and consummated their relationship behind their families' backs.