Jiu Youyue obediently handed the rabbit meat and tree branches to Yan Zhen. Seeing him succeed on the first try, the tension on her delicate face melted away into a smile.
“Little Zhen Zhen’s hands are so deft~”
“Because I’m a Pill Refiner.”
Yan Zhen skewered the rabbit meat and propped it between two stones. Then he summoned his Gold-Silver Fire to roast it, sprinkling on some medicinal powders from time to time for flavor.
Before long, the cave filled with the tantalizing aroma of roasting meat, mingling with the earthy scent of the mushroom soup and stirring up everyone’s appetites.
Wrapped in a blanket, Jiu Youyue sat beside Yan Zhen. Her snow-white legs pressed neatly together, her bare arms propped on her knees, and her palms cradling her pointed chin. She looked utterly bored.
“Little Zhen Zhen, what did you put on the rabbit meat?”
“No seasonings, just some medicinal powders that taste similar—close to chili and cumin. It should come out nice and fragrant once it’s done.”
“Oh~ And what were those powders originally for?”
“They’re used in refining diet pills. They give a faint sense of fullness, which is perfect since we don’t have much food left.”
Jiu Youyue’s gaze shifted from the rabbit skewers to Yan Zhen. She smiled sweetly at him.
“You’ve gone to such trouble for us, Little Zhen Zhen, taking such good care of me and my senior sister. Haven’t we become too much of a burden for you?”
Yan Zhen focused intently on grilling the meat, adding the powders with practiced ease as if he were refining a pill.
“What burden? It’s all just a bit of effort on my part. Don’t overthink it.”
Just as I knew you’d say… Jiu Youyue scooted closer until her hip pressed against Yan Zhen’s. Her cherry lips brushed his ear as she breathed out seductively.
“You’re so gentle, Little Zhen Zhen. I like you so much~”
Yan Zhen felt an itch and quickly tilted his head away from his sensitive ear.
“You’re teasing me again. People might get the wrong idea.”
“The wrong idea about what? That I like Little Zhen Zhen?”
“…”
“I really do like you, though.” Jiu Youyue turned Yan Zhen’s face toward her, gazing at him with eyes full of affection. “You’re the first person to save my life and take such tender care of me. Little Zhen Zhen, you’ve got me completely head over heels~”
Yan Zhen knew the Demoness’s temperament all too well and could only respond with exasperation.
“But we haven’t even known each other for two full days.”
Jiu Youyue’s lips curved into a sly smile.
“That’s what they call ‘love at first sight.’ That’s why I’m offering myself to you~”
“Don’t joke arou—mmph!”
Before Yan Zhen could finish, Jiu Youyue’s red lips sealed his mouth, choking off his words in his throat.
His eyes widened in shock, his mind blank for a moment as he failed to react.
Jiu Youyue was actually kissing him?
The sensation of her lips sucking on his was vivid and clear. Soon, a soft, slick tongue slipped deftly into his mouth, greedily seeking and entwining.
Yan Zhen had just drunk some water, but under Jiu Youyue’s onslaught, his mouth quickly went dry.
He stopped grilling the rabbit and freed his hands to push her away.
Yet, for some reason, no matter how hard Yan Zhen tried, he couldn’t budge Jiu Youyue even an inch. He could only endure her relentless advances.
Her kissing technique was remarkably skilled, advancing and retreating with perfect timing, completely reading Yan Zhen’s reactions.
She seemed especially adept at handling him.
Waves of tingling numbness flooded his brain, gradually dulling his thoughts. Yan Zhen’s face flushed red, his eyes growing hazy. Without realizing it, he began to respond in kind, simply and instinctively.
Jiu Youyue’s heart fluttered with delight. Cupping Yan Zhen’s cheeks, she kissed him even more deeply, losing herself in the intensity.
“…”
Yan Zhen didn’t truly mind Jiu Youyue’s intimate advances. After all, in the script, she was his First Night—the one who offered her Primordial Yin to calm his raging Mystic Power.
In the script, once Yan Zhen learned her true identity, he tried to avoid any deeper ties with her. But when he saw her being hunted in the City of Water, he couldn’t help stepping in to save her.
Their later reunion saw Yan Zhen as a core disciple of the Holy Land Academy, their positions opposed. They clashed many times, but he never struck her with true killing intent. They even ended up in Dual Cultivation once more under duress, breaking through their realms together to face a common foe.
Later, after Yan Zhen joined the Jialan Holy Land and rose to become the Jialan Holy Son, he thwarted the Evil Consort’s schemes several times, drawing her attention.
She commanded Jiu Youyue and another Secondary Body to eliminate him.
But Jiu Youyue secretly approached Yan Zhen instead, claiming she wanted to break free from the Evil Consort’s control and ally with him.
After discussing their options, they decided to turn the tables—luring in and ambushing the Evil Consort’s other Secondary Body to weaken her main form.
On the eve of the plan’s execution, Jiu Youyue climbed into Yan Zhen’s bed under the pretense of building “mutual trust.” She offered herself to him, hoping her beloved would leave his mark within her, but Yan Zhen coldly refused.
They hadn’t anticipated that the Evil Consort had already sensed Jiu Youyue’s betrayal. She flipped the script, trapping Yan Zhen instead.
Overmatched against the Evil Consort’s true body, Yan Zhen was beaten without a chance to fight back, teetering on the brink of death.
Jiu Youyue, as the Evil Consort’s Secondary Body, was no match either. In the end, she chose to burn herself out, using her clone to grievously wound the main body and prove her loyalty to Yan Zhen—she had never betrayed him.
The Evil Consort fled, wounded, while Jiu Youyue collapsed into Yan Zhen’s arms, her form scattering to ash.
Whenever Yan Zhen read that part of the script, a faint pang of regret lingered in his heart, as if he had lived it himself.
That was why he always felt an inexplicable tenderness toward Jiu Youyue.
In this moment, facing her bold advances, Yan Zhen showed little resistance.
After a long while, their lips finally parted. Both panted heavily, their hot breaths mingling on each other’s faces, lost in the heat of desire.
“Now do you believe I really want to give myself to you, Little Zhen Zhen?”
“But this is too—”
Too fast. Way too fast—it shouldn’t happen until after the desert, at least?
Yan Zhen hesitated over his words when Jiu Youyue kissed him again, passionately craving his saliva as if entranced.
Unable to fathom her sudden intensity yet unable to escape her nimble tongue, Yan Zhen started to reciprocate—just as Yun Xiu poked her head out of the tent. She stared at the deeply kissing pair in disbelief.
“You… you two…”
“Mmph…”
Sensing trouble, Yan Zhen struggled harder.
Jiu Youyue heard her senior sister’s voice too. Her tongue slowly withdrew from Yan Zhen’s mouth. She licked her lips savoringly before turning to Yun Xiu.
“Sorry, Senior Sister. Little sis got to taste him first.”
Fuming, Yun Xiu stormed over. She yanked Yan Zhen back, pulling him away from Jiu Youyue, then glared at her.
“You only know how to take advantage of me when I’m not looking!”
“How could I bully Little Zhen Zhen? I’m doting on him~” Jiu Youyue giggled with a hum, her pretty face still flushed. “Speaking of which, Senior Sister, what’s with that outfit? It’s so provocative.”
Only then did Yan Zhen notice that Yun Xiu had changed into his black outer cloak. The hem barely reached her hips, leaving her long, straight legs bare. A single squat away from exposure, the thin, narrow fabric clung to her hourglass figure like a second skin, every curve on full display.
Her chest was especially striking. The crossed lapels strained against her ample bosom, gaping open to reveal half of each side—as if that scrap of cloth couldn’t possibly support such heavy swells.
In a way, it was worse than wearing nothing at all.
Yun Xiu had lingered inside the tent so long precisely because the outfit felt too mortifying.
Yan Zhen was dumbfounded. His cloak was perfectly respectable and stylish on him—how did it turn into erotic lingerie on Yun Xiu?
