“Since you’ve got your eye on him, Sis, this little sister will naturally step aside for now and lend Little Zhen Zhen to you temporarily… Who made you my dear Senior Sister, after all~”
Jiu Youyue said this with a mischievous grin, then let out a cheeky “hey” before shoving Yan Zhen out of her arms.
Still dazed and not quite recovered, Yan Zhen stumbled straight into Yun Xiu.
“Ah.”
Yun Xiu had no time to cover her chest. She hurriedly spread her arms wide, pulling Yan Zhen into her embrace. Her F-cup breasts served as a soft cushion for his head, cradling it gently as if it were a precious treasure.
“Why did you push him so hard? Couldn’t you have been a little gentler?”
“Oh dear, Senior Sister, you’re so scary~” Jiu Youyue flashed her classic demoness expression, her cyan-green eyes sparkling like peerless gems, utterly captivating. “How about we start over? I just wonder if you’d be willing to let go of Little Zhen Zhen.”
“Jiuyou!”
“What this little sister means is that Little Zhen Zhen’s so warm and cozy. On a chilly day like this, holding him feels amazing~ What were you thinking, Sis?”
“…”
Yun Xiu knew she couldn’t outtalk her demoness junior sister, so she simply clamped her mouth shut.
All she needed to do was protect Yan Zhen from Jiu Youyue’s teasing. She could ignore the rest.
That was what she told herself, but with her heart’s desire cradled in her arms, Yun Xiu’s mood was a whirlwind of shyness and joy. She couldn’t help but glance down at his reaction.
From Yan Zhen’s perspective, they weren’t all that close yet. Would her intimate embrace annoy him?
Earlier, when Jiu Youyue had held him, he’d looked distinctly unenthusiastic.
“Little Zhen Zhen hasn’t said a word since earlier. Do you not want to be in Senior Sister’s arms?” Jiu Youyue patted her own chest. “If that’s the case, why not come back here to me?”
Yun Xiu’s heart tightened with anxiety. Her arms instinctively squeezed tighter, hugging him closer.
“C-Chen Zhen, do you… dislike me?”
“…It’s not dislike. I just don’t know what to say.” Yan Zhen replied awkwardly. “You really don’t need to do this. I only helped because I happened to run into you collapsed there. I don’t need any repayment—especially not promises of marriage.”
Yun Xiu let out a breath of relief. As long as it wasn’t dislike, that was fine.
Jiu Youyue teased, “We’re two great beauties offering ourselves to you in marriage. Isn’t that wonderful, Little Zhen Zhen?”
“I couldn’t handle it.” Yan Zhen pursed his lips. “You two are both Mystic Lord Realm powerhouses—at the very least, sect leaders. In the Eastern Jialan Continent, you’re top-tier experts who stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the rulers of nations, second only to the sovereigns themselves. Meanwhile, I’m just a fledgling Little Mystic Scholar fresh out of the gate. The only reason we’re chatting like this right now is that your cultivation bases haven’t recovered yet. Once they do, we’ll be worlds apart. I get that much.”
Jiu Youyue fell silent.
In her previous life, that was exactly how she’d thought.
While she was injured and awaiting the Demon Domain’s emissaries, she’d pretended to get along with Yan Zhen—just to keep this hotheaded kid from siding with Yun Xiu and causing her trouble.
Once they parted ways, there would be no further contact. They belonged to different worlds, after all.
But Jiu Youyue never imagined they’d reunite in the Great Marsh Desert. She certainly hadn’t expected to fall head over heels for this little fool in a daze, even impulsively offering him her precious Primordial Yin in a moment of passion.
Yun Xiu was different. Otherwise, before leaving in her previous life, she wouldn’t have left him her close-fitting inner armor.
“No, it’s not like that.” Yun Xiu couldn’t help refuting him. “This has nothing to do with status, position, or cultivation. No matter what, you saved my life. How could I, Yun Xiu, be so ungrateful? Please don’t say things like that anymore, okay?”
“Yeah, Little Zhen Zhen, you’re thinking too badly of us.”
The darker her intentions had been in her previous life, the more ashamed Jiu Youyue felt now. She wanted to make up for it.
“Doesn’t this show our sincerity enough? What if we do this?”
With a playful “hey,” water splashed everywhere as Jiu Youyue lunged at Yan Zhen, sandwiching him tightly between herself and Yun Xiu.
“When I say I’ll marry you, I mean it~”
Pressed down by Jiu Youyue, Yan Zhen’s little face plunged straight into Yun Xiu’s cleavage, buried completely.
“Mm~”
Yun Xiu let out a soft, muffled hum. A blush spread across her cheeks, and her clear, cool eyes gradually grew misty.
“Jiuyou, what are you doing all of a sudden!”
“I’ve let you have him all to yourself long enough, Sis. Now it’s my turn to hold him.”
“Get off him already. He must be uncomfortable squished like this.”
“Why don’t you get off, Sis? Besides, being squeezed between two stunning Mystic Lord Realm beauties like us shouldn’t be uncomfortable at all, right, Little Zhen Zhen?”
—I feel super uncomfortable!
Yan Zhen desperately wanted to roar. First the pincer attack right after waking up, and now even bath time turned into an ambush. Any more squeezing and he’d lose his mind.
What was this marriage business? It was way too fast—too sudden for any mental preparation!
He couldn’t understand it. In the script, both Jiu Youyue and Yun Xiu were supposed to avoid intimate contact with the opposite sex. Why was reality playing out so differently?
“How about we hurry up and finish bathing? The water’s getting cold.”
“If it cools, we can just heat it up. You’ve got Extreme Flame, after all~ Mm, yeah, it’s pretty chilly now. Let’s warm it up.”
—Don’t treat me like a human hot-water bottle!
As this thought crossed his mind, Jiu Youyue had already grabbed his wrist underwater. With no choice, Yan Zhen summoned his Gold-Silver Fire and quickly heated the water.
Soon, the pool steamed once more, the rising heat tinting the women’s faces a lovely pink, radiant and alluring.
“Little Zhen Zhen, turn your back to me. I said I’d scrub it for you, remember?”
Jiu Youyue gestured for Yan Zhen to pivot, facing away from her—which meant he’d be facing Yun Xiu.
Neither dared look directly at the other, their faces flushing as they bowed their heads.
Seeing Jiu Youyue happily scrubbing Yan Zhen’s back while humming a little tune, Yun Xiu felt a spark of competitive spirit ignite within her. In a quiet voice, she said, “Let me wash you too. Consider it part of repaying the favor.”
Yan Zhen said weakly, “How about we skip that?”
“If Jiuyou can do it, why can’t I?”
“You’re both injured. It doesn’t make sense for patients to be waiting on me…”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s fine.”
Ignoring his protests, Yun Xiu seized his right arm and began to gently scrub it clean.
With her movements, ripples spread ceaselessly across the water’s surface.
Yan Zhen didn’t know what else to say. His pupils reflected a breathtaking snowy mountain vista dotted with solitary winter plums, and he swallowed hard.
Suddenly, Jiu Youyue leaned in close to his ear, her voice dripping with feigned seduction. “Feeling tempted? My Senior Sister’s heart isn’t just soft on the outside—the inside’s just as soft. As long as you ask, Little Zhen Zhen, she’ll surely fulfill your wish.”
It was like the whisper of a devil.
Yan Zhen froze for a moment, then squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, as if trying to banish the naughty thoughts from his mind.
—No, I’m not! I didn’t!
“Hee hee~”
Jiu Youyue covered her mouth, giggling delightedly.
At that moment, Yun Xiu asked casually, “Chen Zhen, do you have someone special?”
