Chapter 103: Parting Has Always Been the Ache of Affection

At the break of dawn, Yang Yaozong stirred awake. Though he had only rested a little over two hours, he felt invigorated, his body brimming with renewed strength. He glanced down at Jing Yijun, still fast asleep in his embrace, her smooth arm draped over his waist, her breathing steady and peaceful, her slumber utterly enchanting.

The fiery passion Yang Yaozong had felt the previous night remained unspent. After falling asleep, Jing Yijun had spent hours tending to his meridians, restoring his health almost completely. Watching the celestial beauty before him, he felt a reverence mixed with a mischievous urge to tease her. After all, this fairy was now his wife. The thought of a mortal playfully tormenting a celestial being stirred a thrilling sensation within him. His restless desire awakened, growing swiftly until it overwhelmed him. Without hesitation, he rolled over and pinned Jing Yijun beneath him.

Normally, even the slightest movement from Yang Yaozong would rouse Jing Yijun, but last night she had exhausted much of her vital energy healing him until she could no longer keep awake. Moreover, knowing that Yang Yaozong was about to journey north and anticipating the sorrow of parting, she had drifted into a deep sleep in his arms. Having placed a special point on Yang Yaozong to keep him in a deep slumber until dawn, she never expected him to awaken so early. Now, pressed beneath him, she suddenly awoke, about to react, when she noticed his intense gaze fixed upon her. She felt the fire burning in his eyes and, unmistakably, something solid pressed against her most intimate place. She knew exactly what it was. Her heart pounded wildly, a flush of embarrassment, nervousness, and a hint of fear overwhelming her.

Recalling the point Jing Yijun had pressed at the back of his head that caused his mysterious sleep, Yang Yaozong first seized her hands. Through the thin fabric between them, his lower body writhed against her softness, his heated breath fanning her cheek. In a low voice, he murmured, "Jun’er, I... I feel so restless."

Jing Yijun felt an unfamiliar sensation radiate from her most private place throughout her body, turning her once-pale skin to a delicate pink. She grew weak and tingling all over. Hearing Yang Yaozong say he was uncomfortable left her uncertain, yet she found herself secretly anticipating his next move. Still clear-headed, she trembled as she said, "Dawn is near, and you will set off soon."

Yang Yaozong kissed her gently from her forehead downward, mumbling, "Jun’er, shall we consummate our marriage first?"

This touched the very core of Jing Yijun’s thoughts. After last night’s meticulous care, she knew Yang Yaozong’s body was nearly fully restored. Had she wished, she could have easily resisted his feeble attempt to restrain her hands. Shyly, she nodded.

Seeing her consent, Yang Yaozong’s fiery desire surged anew. He released her hands, knelt between her legs, and without worrying about the ties of her undergarment, he tore the ribbons with a strongI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.