In that moment, a powerful urge to kiss him surged within Jiu Youyue’s heart.
She wanted to kiss him. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to tangle intimately with him, with nothing between them…
But no, if she acted too wantonly, he would think she was some loose, flirtatious woman.
In her previous life, she had claimed his body decisively. This time, she wanted to capture his heart as well.
Soon, Jiu Youyue finished a cup of fish soup, her pink little tongue darting out to lick her lips.
Yan Zhen set down the bamboo cup and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe the corner of her mouth. “Do you want some more? There’s plenty of fish soup left.”
Jiu Youyue was about to say yes when Yun Xiu across from her coughed deliberately twice, as if reminding her that it was the senior sister’s turn.
Jiu Youyue nearly burst out laughing. My dear senior sister, you talked such a good game when Yan Zhen wasn’t around. And now, barely getting started, you can’t hold back anymore?
“I want more,” Jiu Youyue said, her tone laced with a coquettish whine. “Feed me.”
“Alright.”
Yan Zhen gently laid Jiu Youyue down, smoothing her beautiful hair as he did so. Then he returned to the medicine cauldron, filled another bamboo cup, and came back to the Demon Woman Sister’s side to feed her once more.
Yun Xiu across from them could only watch eagerly, a flicker of jealousy stirring unexpectedly in her heart—just like in her previous life when she first learned the two of them had already shared intimate relations.
After downing another large cup, Jiu Youyue finally said contentedly, “Little Zhen Zhen, I’m full now. Go feed my senior sister. She’s hurt worse and definitely still can’t move.”
Yun Xiu truly couldn’t move—though she was only pretending.
Yan Zhen turned to look at Yun Xiu and saw that her cup of fish soup hadn’t been touched at all. She had her head bowed silently, like a neglected kitten forgotten by its owner.
“Sorry, I’ll be right there.”
Yan Zhen settled Jiu Youyue comfortably, then hurried behind Yun Xiu and sat down. He gently lifted her upper body.
“Wait!”
Yun Xiu sensed something amiss and cried out in alarm.
But it was too late. As he straightened her up, the blanket draped over her chest slowly slid away, revealing her proud, snow-white peaks tipped with pink to Yan Zhen’s eyes.
“Ah!”
Yun Xiu let out a delicate cry and tried to cover herself with her hands, but her limbs were too weak to manage it. She could only let them remain exposed.
For a moment, Yun Xiu’s heart raced in chaos, her stunningly beautiful face flushing faintly red.
“You—you—”
“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t notice for a second!”
Yan Zhen hurriedly grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her like a bath towel, covering the glimpse of spring that had escaped.
With her ample bosom hidden once more, Yun Xiu let out a slight breath of relief, though the blush on her face lingered.
Yan Zhen felt a twinge of guilt. This was a scene straight from the script, and he had done it on purpose.
…
Jiu Youyue found the moment oddly familiar. In their previous life, she seemed to recall them having a similar little mishap. Her senior sister should have been on guard against it—why had it happened again?
Wait, could she be deliberately seducing Little Zhen Zhen?
Of course!
She kept saying she wouldn’t develop feelings for him, trying to lull her rival into complacency while pulling little tricks herself—using those proud breasts to tempt Little Zhen Zhen time and again.
—What a senior sister I have. You almost fooled me.
Earlier, Jiu Youyue had clutched her blanket to prevent any exposure. Clearly, she was still too conservative. To seduce her lover from her previous life, why hold back with such “restraint”!
And so she shot Yun Xiu another loaded glance, as if to say, “Senior sister, your little scheme is busted.”
Yun Xiu looked up and met her junior sister’s teasing gaze. She inexplicably felt guilty and lowered her head.
The blanket only covered from her bosom downward, leaving her smooth, jade-like shoulders and fair arms bare. For Yun Xiu, this outfit was already quite bold.
But with only Yan Zhen as the man in the cave—and Jiu Youyue being so familiar with her—Yun Xiu endured it.
“Let me feed you some soup.”
Yan Zhen lifted the bamboo cup again and held it to Yun Xiu’s lips.
Yun Xiu blinked, her red lips parting slightly against the cup’s rim as she sipped delicately.
The fish soup warmed her body the moment it entered her stomach.
—Delicious.
Like Jiu Youyue, Yun Xiu stole glances at Yan Zhen’s face from the corner of her eye while drinking.
Careless for a moment, some soup spilled from the corner of her mouth, trailing down her chin and dripping onto her collarbone.
Yan Zhen quickly set down the cup and took out his handkerchief to wipe it carefully.
Yun Xiu felt like an innocent little girl being tended to by Yan Zhen. A wave of shyness washed over her, yet she loved how gentle and patient he was with her.
—I promised myself I wouldn’t fall for him again. What am I thinking? Stay calm, stay calm. This is just ordinary care for an injured person.
Reassuring herself like this, she happily drank the fish soup. In no time, she finished the cup and gazed at Yan Zhen expectantly.
Yan Zhen smiled in understanding. “I’ll get you a bit more.”
He laid her down, fetched a full cup, and returned to feed her.
After another cup, Yun Xiu licked her lips lingeringly. Yan Zhen asked softly, “More?”
Yun Xiu nodded her dainty chin silently, telling herself she was just hungry and wanted more food—definitely not because she craved his embrace and feeding.
She drank a full three cups of fish soup before letting out a tiny burp and declaring herself satisfied.
Yan Zhen carefully laid her down, then finished off the remaining soup himself.
Normally, this amount wouldn’t even be a snack for Yan Zhen, but lately he’d consumed plenty of his beautiful female master’s milk-flavored medicinal juice. His body brimmed with energy; he could go days without eating and still be fine.
After eating, Yan Zhen washed the medicine cauldron and three bamboo cups under the waterfall, stored them away, then took out the tent and pitched it in a flat spot.
Once done, he glanced at the two women. “How are you feeling now? Any discomfort anywhere?”
Both shook their heads.
Jiu Youyue had been fine from the start and was only pretending, while Yun Xiu, after Yan Zhen’s treatment, was mostly recovered—though her acupoints remained sealed, preventing her from using mystic power.
“Good. It’s getting late outside. As patients, you should rest early. Sleep in the tent.”
With that, Yan Zhen scooped up Jiu Youyue, bedding and all, and tucked her inside the tent, arranging her comfortably. Then he lifted Yun Xiu and placed her gently beside Jiu Youyue.
The two peerless beauties lay side by side, their flawless white bodies each wrapped in a blanket with nothing else on. Their arms and legs bared large expanses of smooth, tender skin that gleamed brightly under the glowstone’s light in the tent—like two consorts who had bathed meticulously and now awaited the emperor’s favor on the bed. The sight left Yan Zhen’s mouth dry.
Their two flushed, exquisite faces were equally devastatingly beautiful yet utterly different in charm: one and alluring, the other pure and holy. The contrast only heightened their allure, stirring the heart.
Yan Zhen steadied himself and said, “Sleep soundly. I’ll guard the cave entrance and keep the mystic beasts out.”
He turned toward the entrance.
“Wait!”
Both women called out in unison.
