The secret passage was a tangled maze. Serena Feng wasn’t exactly directionally challenged, but in these endless, identical dark corridors, she couldn’t tell north from south, let alone left from right.
Staring at this web-like place, Serena had to admit: Nolan Dongling really had the right to be confident. If she hadn’t followed him, she’d probably have wandered herself to death in these secret tunnels.
Nolan Dongling was someone you could trust!
But... what’s the result of trusting Nolan Dongling?
She stared at the couple entwined in the room, mortified, wishing she could crawl into a hole and disappear. But to avoid alerting them, she and Nolan had no choice but to keep hiding in the corner, motionless. Most frustratingly, the space was so tiny that she and Nolan were pressed tightly together.
Inside, the man and woman were putting on a passionate show. Serena’s face burned as she listened—she didn’t want to think about it, but her mind kept flashing with all sorts of indecent images. Then she remembered Nolan behind her, and how both their bodies were getting warmer and warmer. Serena wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and hide.
Nolan Dongling, you actually brought me to a place like this.
She’d actually stumbled on a palace maid and a guard having an affair. How remote did this place have to be for something like that to happen? And they were so close—by candlelight, she could see everything crystal clear.
See no evil, hear no evil—she understood that, even as a modern woman. But the ancient man in front of her clearly didn’t; he had absolutely no intention of leaving.
Well, maybe Nolan did understand—he wasn’t looking at all, because he’d buried his head motionless on her shoulder. The heat of his breath against her neck made Serena feel even more stifled and flustered.
Was Nolan Dongling actually embarrassed?
Serena stiffened, not daring to move a muscle, terrified that any movement would get them caught by the wild pair—then the palace guards would be alerted.
But Nolan was absolutely sure she wouldn’t dare move. Not content with just resting on her neck, he actually reached out and licked her ear. Serena jolted, too shocked to cry out, and instead twisted around to pinch Nolan’s waist. But the man acted as if he couldn’t feel pain; aside from a brief stiffness, he didn’t react at all, letting her pinch and twist his flesh without making a sound.
Serena was both angry and annoyed, so she pinched even harder. Unexpectedly, Nolan just kept silent, then suddenly took her ear in his mouth and bit down gently. Serena was so startled she nearly cried out, but her quick reflexes saved her—she clapped a hand over her own mouth. Unfortunately, the movement made her clothes rustle audibly.
Even though they were hiding in the corner, any sound in the room could be heard clearly by the others.
"I think I heard something," the guard exclaimed.
Serena froze, so scared she stopped breathing. Seeing her reaction, Nolan took the opportunity to bite down her ear lobe and then moved lower...
He wasn’t about to waste such a perfect chance!
The maid and the palace girl stopped what they were doing, silent for a long moment. The palace maid finally giggled coquettishly: "You’re imagining things. This is the Cold Palace—usually not even a ghost comes here. No one would show up."
"Maybe I’m just imagining things," the guard replied.
Serena let out a silent sigh of relief—only to realize the man behind her was getting even less restrained. Not only were his lips moving, but now his hands were growing bolder too.
Serena nearly spat blood.
She was sure Nolan was doing it on purpose; this man never missed a single chance to take advantage of her.
Serena was furious, and the consequences were serious—both her hands went to work, and there wasn’t a single spot on Nolan’s waist that she didn’t pinch.
Nolan was like a statue from start to finish; no matter how Serena tormented him, he didn’t move or make a sound. Serena was so busy fighting him, struggling for territory, she didn’t even notice when the couple in the room hurriedly left.
But while Serena missed it, Nolan noticed—and with them gone, he had no reason to hold back. He simply let go and started openly bullying the woman in his arms.
He’d never slept with a woman, but come on—he’d seen pigs run even if he hadn’t eaten pork. Nolan might not have had any experience, but male instinct told him exactly what to do. He was a little nervous and excited inside, but you’d never see it on his face...
Serena’s hands were strong, and she kept targeting the soft flesh of Nolan’s waist. At first, he managed to endure—after all, eating tofu came at a price. But when Serena accidentally pinched the same spot she’d pinched before, Nolan couldn’t help hissing in pain. There were no outsiders left, anyway.
"Ow—Serena..." This woman was ruthless. Was she trying to murder her own husband?
Serena jumped in fright. What was Nolan trying to do—they were sneaking through the palace! Her first thought was to cover Nolan’s mouth, but... her hands were busy.
Nolan had no idea what Serena was thinking. He lowered his voice: "Can’t you be a little gentler...?"
In her panic, Serena lifted her head and kissed Nolan, blocking his mouth with her lips.
Nolan froze for a moment, then instantly switched from passive to active. Serena, thinking she’d successfully silenced him, relaxed a little and tried to pull away—only to find the back of her head held firmly, unable to move...
"Let..."
Serena didn’t care anymore if someone overheard—they were in the middle of a palace infiltration! She tried to push Nolan away, but found herself being held tighter and tighter. Her hands were trapped around Nolan’s waist, leaving her hanging soft and helpless in his arms.