The Rise of Phoenixes Novel Translation #235

Feng Zhi Wei gritted her teeth and lowered her head to think for a while, thinking about whether to punch this guy who had a short moment ago been the most virtuous woman but is now a wonton lady. Suddenly, the person under her chuckled and said, “Too shy? Then it’s my turn…” 

Feeling an arm wrapped around her waist, and an immediate spin of her surrounding, Feng Zhi Wei finds the man back on top of her in the next instant. 

The moment the man is on top, he wrapped his legs around hers and then held her arms with his own as well. Wrapping himself on top of her like an octopus, the man was obviously not giving her any chance of escaping. 

Feng Zhi Wei still wanted to struggle but abruptly felt a feverish heat from that person including a certain place below their waist, that is especially hard and hot. Even though she has no actual experience in the matter, but since she usually spent her time as a man in either military camps or with other government officials, she has certainly heard plenty of dirty jokes and erotic stories. Realizing immediately that she must not provoke the slightest at this moment or else any man with any ability at all would have a misfire…. If there is a misfire, the enjoyment would go to someone else, while she would be the one getting short changed. 

Feng Zhi Wei doesn’t dare to move a single muscle but gradually, beads of sweat appeared on her body. Ever since she was young, she had always been strong and forceful hidden behind her deceptively gentle appearance and mannerism. Even if she at times had to compromise under certain situations but in actuality, she had always inwardly felt she was above everyone else so how could she adapt to being in such a helpless position of being under someone?  Her senses were hit by a familiar fragrance from the person above, their extremely close proximity caused one’s heart to race. In a daze, her mind actually went blank. 

The only thing she could grasp in her daze was to say some mood-spoiling words to dispel a certain someone’s desire so she said with a dry smile, “We are both men here, so why should one man make things difficult for another man.” (This phrase is poking fun at a popular Chinese saying that says a woman should not make things difficult for another woman.) 

The person above was startled at first as if he had not expected her to utter such a stupid sentence at such a time. As the words finally sank in, a laugh burst out of the man. Seemingly more amused the more he thought about it, the man laughed until his body was trembling all over, and slowly rested his head on her shoulder. 

Feng Zhi Wei could only feel his heavy head resting on her shoulder, his silky smooth hair falling on her face, tickling her. He gradually stopped moving and buried his head on her shoulder, causing it to feel more and more heavy, without any way for her to know if he is still silently laughing or is planning on taking a nap on her shoulder. 

She waited for another while, unsure why he just suddenly stopped moving. Detecting a slight strange fragrance emitting from him, she suddenly felt a little uneasy and tentatively reached out a hand to push him and said softly, “Hey…”

He finally moved after being pushed and lifted his face from her shoulder. The smell became more pronounced, she turned her head to look at her own shoulder, but he pressed her shoulder down with one hand and ripped the face cover off her then his own as well. 

The two looked at each other and both smiled. 

One laughed reluctantly, one laughed with resignation. 

In the half-bright and half-dark moonlight, Ning Yi’s eyes were like a sea of starlight, filled with complicated emotions that rose and fell, as he shook his head, “You, you…have always been unwilling to stop making me worry.” 

Feng Zhi Wei blinked, with an innocent expression, “Your Highness’s words are not correct. This is Jingshen Palace (the name of that section of the palace). I was obediently recuperating here, but you, Your Highness, why aren’t you guarding your assigned area but ran over here instead?”

Ning Yi looked at her, his eyes gradually softened, and he said solemnly, “I came on the order of His Majesty to visit Official Wei but who would’ve thought Official Wei’s bed was empty and cold. Without any clue where Official Wei had run off to, I could only search room by room until I finally found you in this tea room. Who would’ve thought that Official Wei would attempt to force your way to destroy this fragile flower…oof…”

With a grin, Feng Zhi Wei pulled her fist out of Ning Yi’s mouth, wiped it on his clothes, and said, “Such a big flower, like a trumpet…ooh..”

Someone used his lips to stop her mouth.

A certain someone was gentler than her. She had used her fist to stop his joking words, and he had used his lips to stop her teasing. Of course he was more domineering than her. She had pulled her fist out right after stuffing it into his mouth but a certain someone was not willing to let go so easily. Pressing his lips on hers, he tossed caution aside and started sucking. Feeling the burning pain, she was horrified by the thought that she may have to face people with pig-snout-like lips. Just as she was about to struggle, he smiled and pushed upward, and even rubbed against her maliciously. Feeling the burning hardness against her, she immediately threw up the white flag since she has always known when to give up…after weighing her options, she can’t win over him physically or verbally, so fine…go ahead and kiss…

Now that she had given up resisting, he is not in a hurry anymore. Pressing against her face softly, from her forehead to brow to nose to chin, he kissed her inch by inch. His lips were warm and soft, like the silk satin that had been warmed by the stove, tenderly pressed against her skin, his breath brushed across her face. His usually minty breaths had a hint of sweetness in them, deep and seductive. She suddenly thought of the blood-stained mandala flowers that supposedly bloomed by the shores of the underworld river that are seductive and demonic, silently beckoning. She has no idea why she suddenly was reminded of that, but seemingly noticing that her attention had wandered, he lowered his head and with a bit of annoyance mixed with a bit of punishment, kissed her eyes forcefully. Her vision blacked out causing her to let out a surprised cry but the sound was silenced by his lips again, turning the surprised cry into more of a gasp, drawing out a low chuckle from him. Pressed against each other, she could feel the laughter vibrating in his chest. His lips wandered down, a little bit greedy, carefully and thoroughly worshiping her delicate refreshing skin that is without any greasy power smells but is instead as clear as the moonlight, with a royal cool fragrance, reminding one of the enchanting snow orchids swaying in the spring breeze. Facing such a flower, he wanted to worship and even wanted to plunder. He couldn’t help but let out a low breathless gasp, and hugged her even more tightly, his ten fingers buried deep in her hair, the tip of his tongue nimbly parted her teeth, slipping into her sea of moonlight, freely roaming in the very narrow yet wide world, wandering the four seas, with boundless joy. 

The sound of his breathing in her ear, low and deep, his lips had a strange sweetness to them, mixed with her cool fragrance. She had been silent, attempting to pretend to be a zombie, just like how she had done to Jin Siyu back then. (Not the brain-eating sort but the stiff unable to move sort.) It is said that this is the thing that ruins a man’s mood the fastest. However, he is surprisingly familiar with everything about her, so familiar that he knows all her little thoughts and body reactions. He wasn’t in a hurry as he tenderly tasted her sweetness and caressed her waist gently. 

Her body trembled at the slightest touch, her body turning into a puddle, spreading like a flurry of water, making it impossible for her to do the zombie pretense anymore. He chuckled softly, almost smugly, and moved his fingers even more skillfully. Those slight trembling, small inches of movements, were all like fingers dancing on the musical strings, zealously and provocatively. Despite her strong will, she is still an eighteen-year-old virgin after all, and couldn’t suppress the low gasps. 

Hearing the alluring gasps, his heart felt like it had caught on fire, and the delicate waist between his fingers and palm are almost shockingly small…so small that it almost cause one to have the obsessive urge to break it, but it was also shocking flexible, flexible enough to make one feel that even a mighty force would not be able to break it. The extremely contradictory feelings are enough to drive one crazy. Slowly, he could feel his perpetually calm and unhurried heart burning up, so hot that it could evaporate this skin, this world, and all the lakes and seas in this heart will dry up in an instant, becoming unrecognizable. 

In the seemingly endless alluring silence, there was galloping of frightened horses (I think this is a reference to their hearts?), she gradually became aware of the changes in him– they are too close together, and without too many layers of clothing between them, any changes in the other could be clearly felt. She became more and more nervous, fingers quietly curled up. She was in the middle of thinking about how she could halt this midway if he really loses control when he suddenly let out a low grunt, bit his lips, let go of his hands, and turned his head aside slightly. Both felt as if they were fleeing, each let out a sigh. 

The sigh came out in unison, causing both to be startled and looked at each other. Seeing each other’s slightly disheveled hair and dazed eyes, he smiled, nonchalantly but also a bit smug. She, on the other hand, blushed and quickly averted her eyes. 

Her eyes were turned away but she couldn’t hide the blush that spread from her temples to the center of her brows, like the ripples in the spring breeze that spread out layer upon layer, with no way to stop it. Beads of clear droplets gradually appeared on her forehead. He leaned down, causing her to tremble in shock but his hand pressed down on her shoulder, not letting her escape. He didn’t try to touch her lips again though, he simply reverently kissed away the fine perspiration before pressing his face against hers with a smile and said softly, “Zhiwei…let’s rest a bit…”

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ps. “If there is a misfire, the enjoyment would go to someone else, while she would be the one getting short changed. ” I had originally translated this as “she would be the one getting the short end of the stick”. Upon reading it through I realized um…that might be regarded as a reference to our hero’s ability so I changed it. Short changed might still fall under the same sort of suspicion…but I was having a hard time coming up with anything else that didn’t use the word short. The Chinese word here didn’t have anything to do with short, but rather, it just meant girls usually are the ones at a disadvantage in this sort of situation.