Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Wife A in Ancient Times - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“What short bond? Are you done? If you’re done, let me go and stop touching me,” Wei Lan said, looking at the person atop her with dissatisfaction. Lu Zijin pinned her down, her neck ached from the bite, and her lips were rubbed repeatedly by Lu Zijin.

Seeing Wei Lan’s reluctance, Lu Zijin’s gaze turned cold. “What? Don’t want next month’s silver?”

Wei Lan glared at Lu Zijin. After a long pause, she deflated and said, “I want it.”

Seeing Wei Lan comply, Lu Zijin’s lips curved slightly. Her thumb grazed Wei Lan’s lower lip. “Then form a short bond with me. Hurry.”

Wei Lan turned her head to avoid Lu Zijin’s finger on her lip and asked, “How do I form a short bond?”

Hearing this, Lu Zijin felt a surge of anger. Though she had absorbed much of Wei Lan’s pheromones, she still felt unwell. She thought Wei Lan was playing her. After all, everyone their age, Qianyuan or Kunze, knew about bonding, except perhaps children.

Lu Zijin grabbed Wei Lan’s chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. “You don’t know how to bond?”

Lu Zijin’s voice was icy. Wei Lan nodded, bewildered, looking into her eyes. She had read books, which said bonding involved biting the bonding mark, but she didn’t know the specifics of how to bite or proceed.

“I really don’t know,” Wei Lan said, her gaze clear, staring straight at Lu Zijin.

Lu Zijin studied Wei Lan. She recalled Wei Lan drinking with friends at a tavern before marrying into the mansion. Was she truly an innocent Qianyuan who didn’t know bonding?

Wei Lan’s expression didn’t seem like a lie. Lu Zijin’s grip on her chin loosened. Her fingertips lightly touched Wei Lan’s bonding mark.

Wei Lan’s body twitched. She found the spot ticklish when touched.

Seeing her twitch, Lu Zijin’s lips curved faintly. She looked down at Wei Lan and instructed, “Bite here to bond. But for a short bond, don’t bite too long. Understand?”

Wei Lan glanced at Lu Zijin and asked, “Just bite directly? Or bite until it breaks the skin?”

“Of course, break the skin and transfer your pheromones. Got it?” Lu Zijin asked.

Wei Lan nodded. She worried about hurting Lu Zijin, as she relied on her for her comfortable life.

“If I bite too hard and it hurts, push me, and I’ll stop,” Wei Lan said.

Lu Zijin, atop her, nodded. She looked at Wei Lan. In her experience, Qianyuan became aggressive, like tempted beasts, during a Kunze’s rain dew period. She had never heard of a Qianyuan being so obedient, even fearing they might hurt her.

Lu Zijin’s lips curved slightly. She looked at Wei Lan, who seemed flustered, her face flushed.

Lu Zijin watched her, offering no guidance or help.

Wei Lan was indeed nervous. In her past life, she never dated or grew close to anyone. Now, biting someone felt deeply awkward.

Seeing Lu Zijin watch her, Wei Lan gritted her teeth, propped herself up with both hands, and raised her body.

Lu Zijin stared, curious when Wei Lan would bite.

Wei Lan leaned toward Lu Zijin’s right neck and brushed her dark hair behind her.

Then, Wei Lan saw a small swollen spot on Lu Zijin’s right neck. She leaned closer, opened her mouth, but couldn’t bring herself to bite.

Lu Zijin looked down at Wei Lan. After several failed attempts, Wei Lan’s hesitation stirred her intensely.

Lu Zijin grabbed Wei Lan’s nape, pressed her toward her neck, and said in a deeper voice, “What are you waiting for? Bite.”

With Lu Zijin pressing her nape, Wei Lan’s lips touched the bonding mark. She gritted her teeth and bit lightly, but used so little force it didn’t break the skin.

Lu Zijin, already nearing her rain dew period, couldn’t withstand such a bite. She collapsed into Wei Lan’s arms.

Lu Zijin’s hands weakly gripped Wei Lan’s waist. She gritted her teeth. “Bite down. Don’t just touch lightly.”

Hearing Lu Zijin’s strained tone, Wei Lan sensed her discomfort. She opened her mouth and bit again, using more force.

She seemed to grasp how to form a short bond. She gently pushed her fresh snow pheromones into Lu Zijin’s body. The person atop her trembled slightly.

Wei Lan thought she bit too hard and lightened her force. Then she noticed Lu Zijin’s grip on her waist tightened.

After biting for a while, Wei Lan felt it was enough and pulled back slightly. Seeing sweat on Lu Zijin’s cheek, she asked, “How is it? Feeling better?”

Lu Zijin felt enveloped by snow, her body’s heat fading. The sensation was strange, far more comfortable than suppressing pills. Wei Lan wasn’t domineering and released her after the short bond, letting Lu Zijin relax slightly.

“Yes. Lie down. Let me rest on you a bit,” Lu Zijin said, sounding tired.

Wei Lan considered helping Lu Zijin up but recalled her earlier prohibition against touching. She didn’t assist, instead lying back down, with Lu Zijin still atop her.

After lying down, Wei Lan noticed the sandalwood scent in the room had faded. Feeling sleepy and seeing Lu Zijin’s closed eyes, she closed hers too.

As Wei Lan drifted toward sleep, she felt her chin grabbed. A cold voice above said, “Who allowed you to sleep here?”

Wei Lan opened her eyes and saw Lu Zijin’s dark eyes staring at her.

“I saw you sleeping and thought I’d rest too. Is that not okay?” Wei Lan found Lu Zijin unreasonable.

“No. Get up. Return to your courtyard. My bedroom isn’t for you to stay in,” Lu Zijin said, her voice clear and cold, as if it could freeze the listener.

Wei Lan glared at Lu Zijin. This infuriating woman was so demanding. She called her over, told her to bite, and now, after using her, discarded her like a tool, not even allowing a moment’s rest on the bed!

“So stingy. I can’t even lie here a bit. Fine, I’ll go. As if I want to stay,” Wei Lan said, pushing Lu Zijin to get off her. She muttered under her breath, discontented.

Needing her comfortable life, Wei Lan kept her muttering soft.

Lu Zijin got off, raised an eyebrow, and asked, “What? Is the lord dissatisfied with me?”

“Hmph, how dare I be dissatisfied? I’m going,” Wei Lan said dejectedly. She put on her outer dress, opened the door, and left Lu Zijin’s bedroom.

Inside, she hadn’t noticed, but Wei Lan had stayed in Lu Zijin’s room for an hour. She carried a sandalwood scent when leaving, though most maids and servants, being neutral, couldn’t smell it.

However, Wei Lan’s bonding mark on her neck lacked a patch. The reddened mark bore several clear bite marks, revealing what she and Lu Zijin did inside.

Qing Zhi noticed and quickly bowed to Wei Lan. “This servant will escort the lord back to rest.”

“No need. I’ll go myself,” Wei Lan said. Her neck was bitten, not her legs impaired.

Seeing Wei Lan’s refusal, Qing Zhi said, “If the lord has any orders, let the courtyard servants handle them or send someone to find me.”

“No need,” Wei Lan replied. In a bad mood and wanting rest, she said little and walked away.

Yun Xiang stood aside, fuming. How could such a useless person be with their lady? The lady must have used Wei Lan’s pheromones out of necessity. Thinking this, Yun Xiang rolled her eyes. Seeing the courtyard didn’t need her, she quietly slipped away.