Yun Xiu was suddenly derailed from the topic. She shifted her body slightly, letting Yan Zhen in her arms block her cleavage, and said with an uneasy expression:
“This is clothes I borrowed from Yan Zhen. Staying wrapped in a blanket all the time just isn’t quite right.”
Jiu Youyue wanted to laugh. She was about to tease her—“Does Senior Sister think this outfit suits you better?”—when she suddenly realized something.
Senior Sister was wearing Little Zhen Zhen’s clothes, striking such a sexy and alluring pose. One could only imagine how irresistible it must be to him personally.
The reason Jiu Youyue had kept herself wrapped in the blanket instead of putting on her skirt was to draw Yan Zhen’s gaze, to get him to look at her more.
She hadn’t expected Senior Sister to have the exact same idea—and to execute it even more cleverly, getting a step ahead of her.
—Fine, Senior Sister. Playing little tricks behind my back like that.
Wasn’t this a direct challenge? Hmph. When it came to schemes, Jiu Youyue didn’t think she’d lose!
“Little Zhen Zhen, I don’t want to stay wrapped in this blanket anymore either. I want to wear your clothes too.”
Before Yan Zhen could respond, Yun Xiu said discontentedly:
“You must have other skirts in your storage ring, right? Why do you have to wear Yan Zhen’s clothes!”
Huh? Yan Zhen blinked. Had he just heard something off? Was it his imagination?
“I’m tired of skirts, so I want to try men’s clothes~”
“Then lend me one of your skirts.”
“My skirts wouldn’t fit Senior Sister’s measurements anyway—especially not here.” Jiu Youyue cupped her chest. It was barely D-cup, a far cry from Yun Xiu’s F-cups. “If you wore it, you’d stretch it out. No way—come on, Little Zhen Zhen, pretty please?”
“I can lend it to you, but my outer robes are all thin and narrow. They’re not warm at all—just for covering up.”
Yan Zhen took out another outer robe. It was the same color and style.
Jiu Youyue took the garment, buried her face in it, and inhaled deeply. Satisfied, she darted happily into the tent.
Only then did Yun Xiu release Yan Zhen. Seeing his lips swollen and red from her kisses, a faint sourness welled up in her heart—along with an impulse to kiss him herself.
—What am I thinking!
She quickly suppressed the bold thought. After a moment’s hesitation, she asked:
“Chen Zhen, are you planning to accept Jiu Youyue’s offer of marriage?”
Yan Zhen flushed with embarrassment and shook his head vigorously.
“No, but she’s… really insistent. I couldn’t refuse.”
“As long as you don’t want to, she won’t force you.” Yun Xiu spoke softly. She knew Jiu Youyue well, just as Jiu Youyue knew her. “You’ll see soon enough. You two aren’t a good match.”
“Y-Yeah.”
Yan Zhen nodded awkwardly. Caught red-handed, whatever she said was right.
After a pause, Yun Xiu continued:
“When I said I’d offer myself in marriage too, it was just to protect you… Do you, um, get what I mean?”
Yan Zhen kept nodding. Nodding was the safe bet.
“…”
Yun Xiu inexplicably felt a twinge of guilt, but she soon steeled herself.
What she truly wanted was for Yan Zhen to marry Huangfu Wenqing. As for Jiu Youyue… she’d have to apologize for now.
Soon, Jiu Youyue emerged from the tent, changed into the robe.
The same black outer robe looked utterly different on Jiu Youyue than it did on Yun Xiu.
On Yun Xiu, the collar gaped open, barely containing one of her snowy mounds. On Jiu Youyue, it closed just right, without the chest drawing undue attention. Instead, it was her stunning legs that captivated the eye.
They were sleek and beautifully proportioned—long and slender yet with just the right amount of soft flesh. Her skin glowed with a healthy pinkish sheen, radiating an indescribable allure.
She pinched the cuffs of the long sleeves and spun on tiptoe.
“How do I look, Little Zhen Zhen? Nice?”
Yan Zhen smiled and nodded.
“Very nice.”
Jiu Youyue padded over and deliberately positioned herself right next to Yun Xiu.
“Then between Senior Sister and me, who looks better? No saying we’re equally good to brush us off.”
Yan Zhen’s mouth twitched. After thinking it over, he said:
“…You look even better standing together.”
Jiu Youyue giggled and draped her arms over Yun Xiu’s shoulders. She leaned forward, gazing at Yan Zhen with seductive eyes.
“Meaning you like both of us senior sisters at the same time, Little Zhen Zhen? That’s no good~”
Yun Xiu got pulled into it too, her eyes filled with a resentful look, as if accusing Yan Zhen of greed.
“Chen Zhen, you’re still young. You can’t go picking up bad habits.”
Yan Zhen broke out in a sweat.
“That’s not what I meant! I mean, you’re both beautiful. Together, that’s double the beauty.”
Both women wore the same style of black outer robe, the dark fabric making their porcelain skin look even more delicate and snow-white.
Yun Xiu’s ample bosom was half-exposed, yet her bearing remained cool and regal. Jiu Youyue’s long legs were on full display, her faint smile carrying a hint of mystery… The sisters had different charms that complemented each other perfectly. It was a sight for sore eyes.
And crucially, these were clothes Yan Zhen had worn. Just thinking about it made his blood heat up.
He hurriedly changed the subject:
“These robes are thin. Aren’t you cold wearing just that?”
Yun Xiu noticed Yan Zhen’s gaze lingering on their thighs and instinctively pressed her legs together. She said:
“Sitting by the fire like this, we’re fine.”
“I am, though.” Jiu Youyue leaned on Yun Xiu’s shoulder and extended one long, pale leg provocatively. “Little Zhen Zhen, could you warm it up for me with your hands?”
Gulp. Yan Zhen swallowed hard.
“How?”
Jiu Youyue smiled seductively and ran her jade-like hand lightly along her leg.
“Like this. Rub it and rub it, and it’ll warm right up.”
Smack!
The crisp sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the cave. Yun Xiu had slapped Jiu Youyue’s leg, leaving a red handprint.
Jiu Youyue pulled her leg back and demanded indignantly:
“Senior Sister, why’d you hit me?”
Yun Xiu said expressionlessly:
“To warm up your leg, obviously… Is it warm now? Want me to hit it a few more times?”
“Hmph, Senior Sister, you’re so mean!”
Jiu Youyue quickly scooted back to Yan Zhen’s other side and rubbed the handprint on her leg until it faded.
These legs were her pride and joy. Only her Little Zhen Zhen was allowed to leave marks on them.
Yun Xiu sighed helplessly.
Yan Zhen quietly wiped his brow, sandwiched between the two ladies and feeling the pressure mounting.
Before long, the rabbit meat was roasted, and the mushroom soup had come together nicely.
Yan Zhen tore off two rabbit legs and handed them to Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue. The two women delicately stripped off strips of meat and chewed them slowly, bite by bite.
“How’s the taste?”
“Delicious. A little spicy too~”
“The skin is crispy, the meat tender and juicy. Pretty good. Y-Yan—cough, Chen Zhen, you eat some too.”
Yan Zhen left the other two legs for them and gnawed on the body of the rabbit himself.
Eating meat and sipping soup—that felt like a proper meal.
Afterward, the three of them sat separately in meditation, regulating their breathing until night fell outside.
Yun Xiu sensed that the acupoint seal had loosened a bit, enough for her to channel mystic power and open her storage ring.
She was about to take out her own dress to change when she recalled the stunned admiration in Yan Zhen’s eyes earlier at her outfit. Her hand paused.
She bit her lip. Fine—just one more day in this. She’d change after that.
