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An hour ago, inside He Mu Ming's Main Tent.
"Are you not coming over yet?"
He Mu Ming sat lazily on the bed, bare-chested, and beckoned with a hand towards Muer, who stood nearby with a face full of displeasure. There was an undeniable air of command in his gesture.
Muer had deep blue eyes that resembled a clear sky, pure and enchanting. At this moment, those eyes trembled slightly, filled with a mix of fear and anger. He gripped a dagger tightly in his hand, standing on the woolen blanket near He Mu Ming's feet, his lower lip nearly bitten through from the pressure, yet he still dared not take a step forward.
After a moment of waiting, He Mu Ming grew impatient and was about to rise and pull Muer closer when Muer finally moved.
He raised the dagger, its tip aimed at He Mu Ming. His teeth were clenched tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks. His voice was hoarse from intense anger and tension as he said, "You... you better not come any closer."
He Mu Ming raised an eyebrow, watching him with keen interest. A smirk crept onto his lips, as if he were enjoying an amusing spectacle. "What’s this? Not obedient anymore? Have you forgotten about your previous... training?"
Muer pressed his lips together, tears rolling down like pearls from a broken string.
His slightly curled hair fell casually over his Submissive lders. Dressed in a white undergarment, he appeared bathed in soft light under the bright candle flames. His slender figure radiated a delicate beauty that seemed fragile and ethereal, evoking a desire to protect him, yet it was his stubbornness at this moment that drew attention.
He Mu Ming's right hand rested gently on his chin, his heated gaze fixed intently on Muer. The fire of desire in his eyes seemed ready to erupt at any moment, threatening to consume Muer entirely.
"It’s been three months. My brother can’t find me; he will surely send troops to drive you Heavenly Enlightenment People out of our tribal territory. When that happens, I will make sure my brother kills you and feeds you to the eagles on the snowy mountains."
Muer attempted to intimidate He Mu Ming with his words, but the tremor in his voice betrayed the fear within him.
“It’s been so long; if your brother had discovered that I kidnapped you, he would have sent troops to attack by now. Why have only small units come to test the waters these past few months? I think your brother doesn’t even know you’re here with me; he probably thinks you’re dead. Or…” As He Mu Ming spoke, he stood up, walking steadily towards Muer with deliberate steps.
Muer raised the dagger in his hand and instinctively began to back away, stumbling slightly and nearly falling. “Don’t come any closer! I… I will kill you. Don’t… come closer.”
At that moment, Muer resembled a small beast trapped in a corner, using its sharp fangs to protect itself.
“Or maybe he knows you’re here but is too afraid to come for you.”
He Mu Ming’s voice was deep and oppressive; he relished this feeling of control, especially as he watched Muer struggle and resist, which only stirred his darker inclinations.
Seeing that his resistance did not intimidate He Mu Ming but rather made him feel like a toy trapped in a cage, Muer's eyes widened in shock. His porcelain-like wrists trembled violently, almost dropping the dagger.
Just then, He Mu Ming suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed the dagger against his own chest, almost brushing against the boy's flushed earlobe as he whispered softly, “You’ve been quiet for so long; why hasn’t your stomach made a sound?”
He Mu Ming’s arm wrapped tightly around the boy’s slender waist, pulling him forcefully into his embrace. Muer lost his balance and dropped the dagger with a clatter, falling into He Mu Ming's arms.
As warmth enveloped him, He Mu Ming grinned widely, a smug satisfaction evident on his face. His large hand slowly slid down the curve of the boy's waist, bold and unrestrained. “Your body is so soft; I find myself liking it more and more.”
Listening to He Mu Ming’s increasingly audacious laughter, Muer bit down on his lip until it nearly bled, his face contorted with pain and humiliation.
Noticing this, He Mu Ming grasped Muer’s chin firmly, forcing him to meet his gaze. Their foreheads touched as he growled menacingly, “What’s wrong? Still not used to it after all this time? You’ve already been marked by me; my scent is all over you. If you think you can return to your Wolf Tribe, give up that hope right now. Unless I die, you’ll never go back.”
Upon hearing this, Muer's tears flowed down like a flood breaking through a dam, his appearance resembling a flower battered by a storm, pitiful and delicate.
He Mu Ming gazed at his full, red lips, glistening with moisture, unable to contain himself any longer. Like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, he suddenly kissed him fiercely.
As their lips met, the rich aroma of Osmanthus Wine intertwined with the subtle fragrance of Snow Lotus, filling the small space around them.
Gradually, He Mu Ming lifted Muer and brought him to the bedside, gently laying him down before leaning over him.
He Mu Ming's hand gripped the sensitive area at the nape of Muer's neck as he lowered his voice, filled with both affection and an air of command: "Give me a child, Muer."
Muer had long been influenced by the intense Xin Xiang of Tian Gan, his rationality gradually consumed by desire. Following his instincts, he dazedly murmured in response, "Okay."
Seeing this, He Mu Ming smiled with satisfaction. His smile carried a hint of tenderness mixed with an endless possessiveness.
He leaned down to kiss Muer again, and Muer instinctively wrapped his snowy arms around He Mu Ming's neck, pulling him into his embrace.
In that moment, it felt as if they were not forced together but rather long-time lovers in love.
The night was fleeting; their passions intertwined. Who truly fell for whom first?
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