“Little Brother Yan Zhen, are you about to give out?”
Inside the cabin, Ji Ya had half her body leaning languidly against Yan Zhen, her posture exceptionally intimate. Yet her words carried a provocative edge, igniting the young man’s competitive spirit.
Yan Zhen turned his head to give his good big sister a sidelong glance. With a smug hum, he said, “No way, I’m handling this just fine. Sister Ji Ya’s the one who’s about to crack, isn’t she? Your face is already starting to look unnatural.”
“You’ve got it wrong, Little Brother Yan Zhen. Sister’s already shared intimate moments with you in her dreams—hugs and cuddles are nothing new.”
“Talk is cheap. Then why’s Sister Ji Ya tickling my waist with her hand?”
At Yan Zhen’s accusation, Ji Ya blinked her lashes with feigned innocence. “Haven’t you started doing it too, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”
“You started cheating first, so I only fought back.”
With that, Yan Zhen deliberately caressed her slender waist in the lewdest way he could muster, even pinching the soft flesh there.
Ji Ya nearly let out a moan from his touch. Instead, she covered it with a burst of giggles. “Sister never said you couldn’t use other tricks to throw the other off~”
Her small hand then slipped under the hem of Yan Zhen’s clothes, going straight for the sensitive skin of his waist. Her delicate fingers curled slightly, as if she were plucking the strings of a pipa.
She’d gone straight for it!? Yan Zhen sucked in a sharp breath and tried to retaliate, but her form-fitting qipao offered no openings.
Under Ji Ya’s sneaky assault, Yan Zhen twisted his waist from the relentless tickling.
“That’s too sneaky!”
“This is called creative thinking.”
Unwilling to lose, Yan Zhen ramped up his caresses on his good big sister’s soft waist—up from her ribs to her hip, then back down again. His forefinger even brushed the soft underside of her breast without him noticing.
Ji Ya’s heart heated up, her cheeks flushing along with it.
Her cauldron constitution made her terribly sensitive to begin with, especially since the mischievous hand belonged to the man she’d quietly crushed on for years.
Yan Zhen’s motions were all about competition, lacking any of the romantic flair she’d imagined. But the feedback from her skin didn’t care about that.
“Sister Ji Ya, you’re blushing.”
“No I’m not—Little Brother Yan Zhen’s the one who’s red. Even your ears are burning.”
“I won’t lose.”
“Little Brother Yan Zhen’s so competitive… but ‘little Yan Zhen’ isn’t quite as resolute, is he?”
“!!!”
Yan Zhen lost regrettably. His obvious arousal left him with no defense.
Sometimes, being too big wasn’t always a blessing.
Sulking, Yan Zhen grumbled, “It’s all because Sister Ji Ya cheated. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have—hmph.”
Ji Ya inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. If he’d kept going, she might not have held out.
Of course, she’d never admit it. Instead, she smiled leisurely. “Little Brother Yan Zhen refuses to concede?”
“Who said I won’t? It’s just acting like a puppy—what’s the big deal?” Yan Zhen pouted. “How about I bark twice right now?”
“Two barks won’t cut it~”
“So what does Sister Ji Ya want?”
“If Little Brother Yan Zhen’s the puppy, then Sister’s naturally the owner.” Ji Ya blinked her beautiful eyes. “Shouldn’t a good puppy obey its master and faithfully carry out her commands?”
Yan Zhen crossed his arms over his chest and declared proudly, “Sorry, I’m a clever husky. My brain’s filled with million-level renovation plans—I won’t follow a single command!”
“You little rascal~” Ji Ya chided affectionately. “Surely even Husky Brother would accept some feeding from his master sister?”
She plucked a cherry from the fruit plate on the table, holding it delicately between her slender jade fingers before elegantly popping it into Yan Zhen’s mouth.
“Come on, good brother, don’t be mad. Sister was just teasing.”
Yan Zhen’s attitude softened instantly. “I wasn’t really mad anyway.”
“Really? Then why aren’t you feeding Sister?”
Ji Ya gave him a skeptical look.
Yan Zhen casually grabbed a large banana, peeled it, and held it to her lips. “Here, eat.”
Ji Ya swept her hair back and took a small bite, covering her mouth demurely until she’d swallowed. Every motion exuded ladylike grace.
“Thank you, Little Brother Yan Zhen~”
For some reason, Yan Zhen felt embarrassed. He stopped feeding her, withdrawing the half-eaten banana and polishing it off in a few bites.
Ji Ya giggled incessantly before issuing a flirtatious provocation with a seductive challenge. “Want a rematch, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”
Yan Zhen’s shyness vanished in an instant. He tossed the banana peel aside. “Bring it on—who’s scared?”
The flying skiff glided steadily through the clouds. Yan Zhen and Ji Ya snuggled up again, resuming their playful tussle. The twin bodyguards sat quietly with eyes closed, meditating. Aunt Mu, who was manning the helm, shook her head to herself, unsure who’d come out ahead.
The Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce headquarters wasn’t within Garo Kingdom’s borders. It lay in the royal capital of neighboring Sunward Kingdom—a considerable distance away. Even a Mystic King powerhouse flying at full speed would take some time to cover it, let alone a mere flying skiff.
An hour later, the flying skiff neared Garo Kingdom’s border. Through the cabin windows, they could see massive peaks rising in the distance, like a colossal dragon sprawled across the earth.
That was the famed Demonic Dragon Mountain Range, spanning the territories of two kingdoms and stretching tens of thousands of li. It was the largest mountain range in eastern Jialan Continent.
Even from such altitude, the peaks blocked the view of the Great Marsh Desert beyond, hinting at its vastness.
The Demonic Dragon Mountain Range teemed with rare herbs and mystic beasts—a land of danger and opportunity. Hunters and adventurers poured in constantly, dreaming of unearthing some ancient powerhouse’s hidden cave or inheritance to soar to the heavens.
Behind the range lay the even stranger Great Marsh Desert. Amid endless dunes stood the City of Water, an oasis fed by living springs, where all worshipped a mysterious great serpent.
Both the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range and the Great Marsh Desert held the extreme flames Yan Zhen sought. After finishing his good big sister’s treatment, he’d head there to explore—and encounter someone important.
A bustling town called Greenwater Town lay near the range, named for the clear river encircling it. It served as a hub for hunters and adventurers to rest and trade.
The Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce naturally hadn’t overlooked the market, opening a small branch there. This stop was a convenient detour for an inspection.
The flying skiff touched down in the rear courtyard of the town’s Gold Jade branch. The group disembarked to be greeted by the shopkeeper.
Yan Zhen trailed behind his good big sister, steeling himself.
He was about to meet that one-of-a-kind confidante here. She held the key clue to his second extreme flame, the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame.
Only with her lead could Yan Zhen enter the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range after treating his good big sister and claim the second flame.
His encounter with her was of utmost importance!
Under the shopkeeper’s guidance, the group entered the VIP lounge for a brief rest. Soon, his good big sister began reviewing ledgers and reports.
Bored, Yan Zhen excused himself and left the lounge.
The moment he stepped out, he spotted his target. She emerged from the opposite VIP room at the same instant, and they came face-to-face.
Their eyes met, and both stood silently, gazing at the other.
