Yan Zhen shivered, his little face quickly turning red. He guiltily glanced at Long Ying, who was dozing off in the bath barrel, then silently grabbed Huangfu Wenqing’s mischievous little foot and placed it back into the wooden basin.
But Huangfu Wenqing wouldn’t let up. She extended her jade foot again, provocatively teasing the Dragon Pattern General. Even when it entered rage mode and issued a massive warning, she refused to pull back.
Yan Zhen looked up and glared at his fiancée, only for her to gaze back at him with seductive, passionate eyes. The atmosphere instantly grew charged.
“Long Ying’s still here~”
“She can’t see.”
“…”
—So who could possibly resist this?
Yan Zhen hurriedly stood up and retreated to the side. He coughed twice and said, “Your feet are clean now, Wenqing. I’m going to soak.”
Without waiting for Huangfu Wenqing’s agreement, he dashed into the bath barrel, removed the towel from his waist, and stepped in, clearly fleeing in panic.
There was a small stool inside the barrel just for Long Ying. She sat on it, lazily leaning against the barrel’s wall in a drowsy state—clearly tuckered out after eating her fill.
Yan Zhen affectionately stroked the Loli Dragon Girl’s head. She cracked her eyes open slightly, saw it was him, and hugged his arm, pulling it into her embrace. Then she leaned back against him and tilted her head to sleep.
Yan Zhen felt a bit helpless. The Long Ying from the script had been clingy with him, but that was clearly just her greediness for food. She hadn’t shown this level of dependence.
She seemed more sensible than in the script, yet somehow even more childlike too.
“Better take her out and hold her somewhere else.”
With that thought, Yan Zhen started to rise, only to see a shadow fall over him. Focusing ahead, he realized Huangfu Wenqing had lifted her leg to step into the barrel. The towel clutched over her chest failed to cover her most intimate area, leaving it fully exposed to his view!
Indeed, a little butterfly!
Huangfu Wenqing met her fiancé’s gaze as she entered the barrel and settled beside him. She discarded the towel and slowly sat down, her upper body sinking just below the water’s surface.
“Yan Zhen~” She hooked her arm around his. “Is Long Ying asleep?”
Yan Zhen clearly felt the soft, modest swell pressing against him. It didn’t match the fuller, more voluptuous allure of Zi Xunyi’s, but it had its own unique charm.
He tried his best not to let his imagination run wild and replied flatly, “Yeah, she’s out. Let me take her—uh, Wenqing, what are you doing?”
Yan Zhen’s body stiffened, his voice turning strange.
Huangfu Wenqing clung to his arm, trapping him in place and quietly seizing his weakness, leaving him no room to resist or escape. She didn’t reply—instead, she offered up her fragrant kiss, clearly premeditated.
With his vulnerability in her grasp, Yan Zhen had no choice but to yield to his fiancée’s passion. When the kiss ended, he hurriedly said, “Wait, Wenqing. Long Ying’s still here. Let me take her out first.”
“Then come right back.” Huangfu Wenqing spoke in a soft voice, her hands moving with gentle entanglement. “Come back and keep ‘practicing’ with me.”
“Uh…”
Yan Zhen suddenly remembered: earlier, when Huangfu Wenqing had discovered his relationship with Mentor Yu Xuan, she’d demanded that once they reached Holy Land Academy, they practice their wedding night together.
“If you don’t come back, we’ll just practice out here. If we wake Long Ying, it’ll corrupt the child, don’t you think, Yan Zhen?”
“???”
—She was using this to threaten her own fiancé?!
Yan Zhen was dumbfounded. For a moment, Huangfu Wenqing’s green hair seemed to take on a yellowish tint, but he truly didn’t want to ruin his image as the kind big brother in Long Ying’s eyes. He couldn’t risk her growing to dislike him and derailing the script’s progression.
“Wait just a sec. I’ll be right back.”
Yan Zhen scooped up Long Ying and leaped out of the barrel. He circulated his energy to evaporate the water from both of them, then hurried out of the bathing chamber. At the bedside, he laid her down, undid her coiled hair, and tucked her under the covers before returning.
Back in the barrel, Huangfu Wenqing dropped all pretense. She straddled his lap, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed him fervently.
Yan Zhen’s hands steadied her slender waist. He responded while pressing down on her hips to prevent crossing that final line.
He was supposed to divorce Huangfu Wenqing, after all—he absolutely couldn’t ruin her chastity.
They’d kissed and groped, sure, but that last step was utterly off-limits.
—What a scumbag move, but the script demanded it. Sigh~
—That said, why was Huangfu Wenqing suddenly so aggressively forward? Back when they first enrolled, he’d been able to tease her into blushing submission.
As he pondered, their lips parted, but her kisses didn’t stop. They trailed along his jaw to his neck, then to his collarbone and chest. They lingered and circled at the tip of his heart before continuing downward, her entire body submerging beneath the water.
Yan Zhen drew in a sharp breath and squeezed his eyes shut, fighting not to succumb.
Just as he felt he might lose control, the tingling pleasure abruptly ceased. Huangfu Wenqing resurfaced and leaned to his ear, whispering seductively, “Take me, won’t you, Yan Zhen?”
Yan Zhen felt like tearing his hair out, but he still held firm. “Not yet. If Cloud Heaven Palace finds out you’ve lost your virginity when you go back, it’ll be a huge mess.”
“Master won’t blame me.”
“It’s not just Yun Xiu—there are others. Remember that stubborn old man among the Eight Immortals in the Clouds?”
Huangfu Wenqing bit her lip, a touch aggrieved. “Do you hate me?”
“How could I? I like you more than enough.” Yan Zhen pulled his fiancée into his arms, soothing her. “We’re not kids anymore, so we can’t be impulsive. We have to think about our elders’ feelings too. Love might be just between two people, but marriage isn’t.”
“Then you and Zi Xunyi… you’ve done it too, right?”
“Huh? No, Wenqing, you misunderstood. We haven’t!”
“‘Haven’t’ yet?”
“Ahem, we’ve just slept together. Nothing more.”
“Liar! I heard the sounds.”
“That was—”
“What was it?”
Yan Zhen lowered his voice to explain fully, lest his fiancée continue misunderstanding.
Huangfu Wenqing’s heart bloomed with joy upon hearing it. So Zi Xunyi hadn’t beaten her to the punch!
“In that case, I need to ‘build a solid foundation’ too.” She poutedly. “Yan Zhen, you can’t play favorites. She’s your future wife, but I’m your fiancée right now.”
Her tone was like that of the one kid in a group who hadn’t gotten any candy.
—Future wife? Zi Xunyi said that?
Unease stirred in Yan Zhen’s heart. He was a fake reincarnator—if his ruse was exposed, Zi Xunyi might just cut him down.
“Yan Zhen~”
“Let’s get up first.”
They both rose in the barrel, standing face-to-face without reservation.
—Time to show some real technique.
Yan Zhen stopped evading. He took the initiative, kissing Huangfu Wenqing while one hand wrapped her slim waist and the other sneaked downward.
Huangfu Wenqing was still innocent—no golden finger needed here. As a master of teasing, he could handle it.
“…”
Outside, Long Ying slept soundly, oblivious to the new presence in the room.
Purple hair, purple dress—it was the God Maiden Zi Xunyi.
With Yan Zhen and Long Ying missing for three days, Zi Xunyi had noticed their return. She’d assumed they’d come straight to her, but after waiting an hour with no sign, she came to check.
The door was barred. She knocked several times with no answer, so leveraging her Divine Soul Incarnation’s ability, she slipped through the door crack and entered.
Only Long Ying slept on the bed. As Zi Xunyi wondered where Yan Zhen was, a familiar scent drifted from the bathing chamber.
That was… Huangfu Wenqing!
Her heart stirred, and she quietly drew near.
