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“You’re not undressing?”
Zi Menghan: ???
He Qiu’s single question stunned Zi Menghan.
The determination she’d mustered for her seductive smile instantly evaporated like smoke.
Her original plan was to wait until He Qiu was bathing defenseless, then use the soft technique her father taught her to pin him down, choke him out, and give this scumbag a proper lesson—making him cry and apologize for humiliating her earlier!
He took her first time.
Even with the poison wound, Zi Menghan was not someone to be trifled with.
She wouldn’t let this go.
She would make the young man who disdained and defiled her pay the price—or even—
Make him take responsibility!
Today he had to promise to marry her!
Sign the contract, seal it with a spirit covenant, the kind he could never back out of.
And this marriage contract had to be one-sided.
Zi Menghan could choose not to love him, but since he’d wronged her first, he had to love her!
That was Zi Menghan’s rebellion plan.
But alas, dreams were beautiful, while reality was…
She had ignored her own sense of shame.
That was right.
Even if she wanted to stab him in the back while he was off guard, she still had to act normally, like a man and woman bathing together—she had to take off her clothes first, right?
Otherwise, being shy at this juncture would make it strange that she, Zi Menghan, was the one who demanded to bathe together in the first place.
Take…
Take it off, then!
Anyway, when she was unconscious, he’d already seen everything, touched it, licked it all over, hadn’t he?
Her pretty face reddened further.
Zi Menghan bit her lower lip tightly, and with a deeply humiliated expression, she lifted her black dress.
Her fingertips trembled as she slowly unbuttoned it:
Once the black dress fell away, the girl’s [CENSORED BY HOLY LIGHT] skin would be exposed completely under the young man’s gaze!
Humiliation was written all over Zi Menghan’s face.
She closed her eyes, steeled her heart, let go of her hands, and with a whoosh, the black dress dropped to the floor, holy light covering the entire frame.
And at that moment, the young man’s calm voice rang out:
“Oh right, Meng’er, I forgot to get you a bathrobe. It’s in the wardrobe of the room where you were sleeping. Go back and change—damn! Why are you undressed so fast?”
He Qiu hadn’t been staring at Zi Menghan.
He’d been turned away, waiting for Miss Meng’er to change into a bathrobe before turning around.
But after waiting a long time, he suddenly remembered he hadn’t gotten her a bathrobe.
No wonder the girl had been frozen for so long.
Just as he was about to mention it—
He turned his head and saw a girl with purple hair, [FULLY COVERED IN HOLY LIGHT] , her face bright red.
He Qiu: ???
Zi Menghan: ?
The half-naked young man stared fixedly at the girl [COVERED IN HOLY LIGHT] .
The two locked eyes, both frozen for a long time, as if desperately trying to process the situation.
He Qiu was fine—his cheeks only flushed slightly, and his gaze held just a bit more desire than usual.
He had the buff of being immune to women’s charms, so his reaction wasn’t exaggerated. He could still maintain composure.
But Zi Menghan…
She could no longer hold it together.
Here she was, a girl, standing [COVERED IN HOLY LIGHT] in front of a boy.
And the most ridiculous part was that it was all a misunderstanding—she had simply undressed too fast…
It was as if Zi Menghan couldn’t wait to strip naked and bathe with Young Master He!
For a moment, He Qiu’s gaze was complicated.
He looked at the girl who “couldn’t wait” to [BE COVERED IN HOLY LIGHT] and drew in a meaningful breath.
In that instant, Zi Menghan could almost hear him thinking to himself, ‘So she’s been desperate all along.’
“No, that’s not it!”
Zi Menghan crouched down, hastily picking up the wet black dress from the floor, trying her best to cover her [HOLY LIGHT–COVERED] body.
But even so, because the black dress was soaked, the area it could cover was greatly reduced.
No matter how she adjusted it, there were always some [HOLY LIGHT] spots exposed to the boy’s gaze.
At this moment, even her bare feet, ankles, arms, collarbone—parts that were usually exposed—all felt unbearably shameful.
She wanted to wrap herself in a black sack or crawl into a crack in the ground!
She was wrong.
She’d overestimated herself.
If she couldn’t even bear to expose an inch of skin, what right did she have to try seducing He Qiu as a distraction?
She was wrong.
She regretted it now.
She was about to cry from being stared at…
“Ahem, ahem.”
After getting an eyeful, He Qiu cleared his throat, then turned his face away, his gaze returning to its usual cool detachment.
He spoke seriously:
“Miss Meng’er, didn’t I tell you? This is really just a proper scrub-down.”
Although Zi Menghan’s body was beautiful and He Qiu had gotten quite a treat for the eyes, he didn’t feel grateful for it.
He didn’t like the feeling of lust overriding his senses.
If he acted on impulse, he couldn’t bear the responsibility.
So better not be tempted by desires that couldn’t be satisfied.
That was He Qiu’s belief, so his tone now was somewhat cold, showing no sign of the fiery passion inside.
“I… I-I-I…”
Zi Menghan couldn’t defend herself.
In this situation, nothing she said would help.
He Qiu paused, his gaze returning to its usual purity and firmness, and continued:
“No need to explain. I understand. If you like it, Miss Meng’er, then you can scrub my back like this.”
He thought Zi Menghan was deliberately trying to seduce him.
He Qiu believed that Miss Meng’er’s mindset was still too feudal—she might have fixed on the idea of “giving her body as repayment,” and as long as she didn’t give her body to He Qiu to repay the favor, she couldn’t feel at ease.
Simply put, she wanted him to take her.
But He Qiu was a proper man.
She wanted to be taken, but he wasn’t going to do it!
So now He Qiu was deliberately staying calm, to show Miss Meng’er that he wasn’t some vulgar man who coveted beauty.
He was a boy who took relationships seriously.
He would stay true to his principles and never easily fall to vulgar temptation.
With that thought, He Qiu turned his face away, sat upright in the bath, and waited for Zi Menghan to serve him.
Now, if he could just resist pushing her down, she would realize that Young Master He wasn’t a common man.
He hoped she would recognize his character, understand that such little seduction tricks were useless, and behave herself in the future.
“Alright, come on!”
He Qiu raised his voice a bit.
Zi Menghan trembled all over, as if receiving an order.
She stood up shakily.
He had just asked her to scrub his back while staying in this shameful state…
What kind of shameless demand was that?
How could he say it so calmly and seriously?
He, he, he…
Could it be that he had seen through her embarrassment just now and was deliberately pretending to tease her?
Could this be part of his plan too?
You, you, you—do you think I, the princess, would be so shy as to cry over something like this?
You want to make me lose face again, crush my confidence, gradually conquer my rebellious spirit, and eventually make me submit completely under your crotch, right?
That must be it!
I, the princess, am a genius sorceress of the sixth rank in the Spirit Realm.
Am I afraid of a little cultivator like you?
Her resolve grew stronger.
Zi Menghan gritted her teeth, let out a cute little snort, then picked up the scrub cloth and soap from the steps and walked step by step behind He Qiu.
She thought He Qiu was deliberately teasing her just to see her embarrassed look!
So she would not show an ounce of shyness.
She would endure inside until He Qiu could no longer hold back.
She would not lose this battle!
Wait and see, Young Master He.
I’ll knock you out with one punch, then tie your hands and feet, and make you, scumbag, pay dearly for what you did today…
Just you wait!
Gritting her silver teeth, Zi Menghan clenched her small fists, her determination surging.
She had already reached He Qiu’s blind spot, where he was completely defenseless.
She could muster her spiritual energy at any moment and knock him out with one blow.
The girl’s eyes turned cold as she got closer and closer to He Qiu, her little fist clenched tight.
“Hmph~ Take this! Did you really think I’d surrender so easily—AH!”
Her triumphant whisper trailed off as she was about to throw a punch.
But at that critical moment, the girl’s tender bare foot slipped.
She screamed, lost her balance, and lunged forward.
Ahead, He Qiu heard the girl’s startled cry and sensed something was wrong.
He just turned around when he saw the girl [FULLY COVERED IN HOLY LIGHT] charging into him, off balance, and crashing into him face-first.
He Qiu: ??
There was no time to dodge.
The girl’s entire front body pressed onto the boy’s face, sending him tumbling backward into the bath, with her following right after.
Splash!
Water sprayed everywhere in the bathroom.
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Origin Sacred Land
An Lingran, who had been asleep all day, suddenly woke up with a start.
She let out a delicate little sneeze: “Ah-choo.”
“Ranran, you’re awake?”
Lu Lingyun Qing, who had been keeping vigil beside her, came over.
On the bed, the silver-haired woman raised her delicate brows slightly, rubbed her forehead, still groggy from just waking up:
“Yun Qing, you might not believe this, but I just dreamed that Junior Brother was bathing in the same bath with a strange woman who was completely naked, flirting and all…”
Yun Qing: Huh?