C15 My Wife I Want to Sleep on the Bed!

Leng Wuyan found herself at a loss for words after Ye Yun's retort.

After a moment's thought, Leng Wuyan attempted to regain her composure and barked, "How dare you! I am the Great Empress."

"I am the esteemed Great Empress. I could never be a widow, but you, on the other hand, could pass for a widower!" Leng Wuyan huffed.

Unbeknownst to herself, Leng Wuyan was actually being flirtatious with Ye Yun.

By the time she realized what she was doing, her cheeks were ablaze with color, her ears burning red.

"Darling, I was wrong. We're married now. Please, stop berating me like this. It's bad luck," Ye Yun pleaded, his slender fingers gently lifting Leng Wuyan's chin.

Ye Yun then encircled Leng Wuyan's waist with his arms. Just as his lips were about to brush against hers, Leng Wuyan's hand struck him across the face.

Ye Yun stood there, utterly stunned. Before he could gather his wits, Leng Wuyan had seized his ear.

"Keep your distance!" Leng Wuyan thundered. "You'd better stay six feet away from me."

Six feet, roughly two meters, was the space Leng Wuyan demanded between them, much to Ye Yun's displeasure.

"Don't be so heartless!" Ye Yun implored with a mischievous grin.

It never crossed Leng Wuyan's mind that she, the Great Empress, would be playfully harassed by Ye Yun. She was mortified.

Noticing Leng Wuyan's discontent, Ye Yun assured her, "I promise to keep my distance when others are around."

But Ye Yun was notorious for breaking promises. In just the last couple of days, he had teased Leng Wuyan no less than ten times.

"Will you agree to it? Tonight is our wedding night. Please, don't make it awkward for me," Ye Yun implored.

Ye Yun began to affectionately address Leng Wuyan as his wife, leaving her at a loss for words.

"Call me 'wife' one more time, and you'll be banished from my room," Leng Wuyan declared.

Though Leng Wuyan's words were harsh, her tone betrayed a hint of endearment.

Ye Yun fell silent, no longer daring to refer to Leng Wuyan as his wife.

Leng Wuyan is already mine, yet she remains so demure. It's true what they say—the whims of a woman's heart are as fickle as the weather! Ye Yun mused, shaking his head in bemusement.

Out of the blue, Leng Wuyan snapped at him, "Do you have a problem with that?"

After a brief pause, she added, "Consider it a privilege that I've allowed you into my room. You should count yourself lucky!"

Leng Wuyan and Ye Yun had previously agreed to pose as a pretend married couple, despite having already been intimate.

The thought made Leng Wuyan blush with embarrassment, yet she managed to maintain an air of composure. Her face betrayed no sign of her inner turmoil.

"Regardless, I'm taking the bed tonight, and he's relegated to the floor," Leng Wuyan resolved, leaping onto the bed and claiming it entirely for herself.

Then, with a note of finality, she declared, "I'm exhausted. I need my rest. Don't you dare disturb me."

Ye Yun wore an expression of resigned helplessness and, feigning grievance, asked, "Sect Master, where am I supposed to sleep then?"

Leng Wuyan's response was icy, "The floor is yours. And don't you cross this line, or you'll have me to answer to." With that, she drew a line on the floor with her sword, then crossed her arms and turned away, ready to sleep.

"But the floor is freezing, and I don't even have a blanket," Ye Yun protested cautiously.

Without a word, Leng Wuyan tossed a blanket and pillow his way.

Caught off guard, Ye Yun failed to catch them, and they thudded onto the floor.

"Ouch, my arm!" Ye Yun cried out, clutching his arm.

"Silence! You're making too much noise," Leng Wuyan scolded, drawing her sword and feigning a strike to silence him.

Ye Yun got the message and kept quiet. He then began to undress quietly.

The sound of Ye Yun disrobing caught Leng Wuyan's attention once more.

She turned to see Ye Yun shedding his clothes and sharply rebuked him, "What on earth are you doing? Keep it together."

"I'm getting ready for bed. I need to take off my clothes," Ye Yun retorted with a roguish grin.

"You are not allowed to take off your clothes," Leng Wuyan barked once more.

At this point, Ye Yun was utterly at a loss for words. Leng Wuyan forbade him from undressing and from sleeping on the bed. How on earth was he supposed to sleep?

Ye Yun fell silent, not daring to utter a sound.

Leng Wuyan lay on her side in the bed, feigning sleepiness she didn't feel.

Unable to resist, Leng Wuyan turned over and found herself looking directly into Ye Yun's eyes.

Ye Yun's face was the epitome of handsome, with warm eyes that softened his expression. His long hair cascaded over his smooth forehead, brushing against his thick, lengthy lashes.

Clad in red, Ye Yun's captivating face was tinged with an unhealthy pallor, yet he exuded an air of undeniable nobility.

As Leng Wuyan gazed at him, it dawned on her that Ye Yun was an extraordinarily attractive man—a fact she hadn't noticed before.

Lost in her thoughts, Leng Wuyan forgot that Ye Yun's gaze was fixed on her as well.

Ye Yun gestured with a wave of his hand in front of Leng Wuyan.

"Sect Master, may I speak?"

Feeling somewhat stifled under Leng Wuyan's intense stare, Ye Yun was uncertain if he should break the silence.

"What?" Leng Wuyan responded.

After speaking, Leng Wuyan shifted her position on the bed, feigning ease as she prompted, "What's on your mind? Speak now, or you'll lose your chance."

Without hesitation, Ye Yun tumbled onto the bed and wrapped his arms tightly around Leng Wuyan, who found herself unable to wriggle free.

"Sect Master, I just wanted to say, if you wish to look at me, feel free to do so openly."

"And what else?" Leng Wuyan inquired softly.

"The floor is freezing. I'd like to propose a deal. May I sleep on the bed?" Ye Yun asked, still holding Leng Wuyan close.

Leng Wuyan's heart raced, her breath quickening with nerves.

Seeing no resistance from Leng Wuyan, Ye Yun maintained his embrace.

A surge of elation filled Ye Yun; he sensed that Leng Wuyan might not find him as bothersome as she let on.

Inhaling the sweet scent of Leng Wuyan and stroking her silky hair, Ye Yun felt like the luckiest man alive in that moment.

He was holding none other than Leng Wuyan, the Sect Master of the Wicked Sky Sect, in his arms. Leng Wuyan possessed unparalleled authority and was incredibly beautiful to boot!

Leng Wuyan commanded, "You may sleep on the bed, but you must be fully clothed."

Her voice carried an unwavering firmness.

Despite finding Ye Yun's embrace quite comforting, Leng Wuyan couldn't resist maintaining a cold demeanor towards him.

"Understood, Sect Master," Ye Yun responded.

He promptly rose and dressed himself swiftly. Once clothed, Ye Yun settled onto the bed and bid Leng Wuyan a respectful, "Good night!"

Noticing Ye Yun's sudden calm, Leng Wuyan allowed herself to close her eyes and drift into a serene slumber.