Hearing Zi Xunyi’s coquettish shout, Huangfu Wenqing sucked a little longer before reluctantly releasing Yan Zhen’s tongue. She licked her lips as if savoring the taste, then straightened up with a smug expression.
“That’s just a tiny bit of Qi Transmission. It’s nowhere near enough. Let’s do it again.”
With that, she leaned down once more to kiss Yan Zhen.
Seeing this, Zi Xunyi hurriedly extended her fair, slender hand to block the space between Huangfu Wenqing and Yan Zhen, preventing them from continuing.
Huangfu Wenqing paused, teasing, “What are you doing? Don’t interrupt me while I’m transmitting Qi to Yan Zhen.”
“Is that what you call Qi Transmission?” Zi Xunyi said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “You’re clearly just taking advantage of him.”
Huangfu Wenqing huffed and replied leisurely, “Yan Zhen and I are about to get married. It’s only natural to get a little intimate during Qi Transmission to build our bond as a couple. What’s wrong with that?”
“Of course there’s a problem! Little Long Ying is right there! What if she wakes up and sees?” Zi Xunyi declared righteously. “As adults, we need to set a good example for the child.”
Huangfu Wenqing glanced at the Loli Dragon Girl sleeping beside Yan Zhen and curled her lip dismissively. “She’s no child.”
Yan Zhen had recovered a bit of his strength by now and managed a weak smile. “No need for more Qi Transmission, Wenqing. I can regulate my breathing on my own.”
“Alright, you’re the patient, so whatever you say goes.” Huangfu Wenqing’s expression softened with tenderness. “I have some Mystic Power Recovery Pills here.”
“Thanks.”
“No need to thank me. What’s mine is yours.”
“…”
“…”
Zi Xunyi quietly clenched her pink fist.
She had always been serene and elegant, handling everything with poise and an air of unshakable confidence. This came from her unparalleled beauty, extraordinary talent, noble status, exceptional intelligence, and more. Yet when it came to matters of the heart, she was utterly clueless and had no idea how to compete for affection.
Faced with Huangfu Wenqing, who was throwing herself at Yan Zhen with reckless abandon after her rebirth, Zi Xunyi felt an indescribable sense of defeat. The girlish sentiments buried deep in her heart began to surface.
“Yan Zhen.” Two flushes of red bloomed on Zi Xunyi’s cheeks. “I’ve thought about that matter. You can start whenever you want.”
“Eh?” Yan Zhen, who had just started to sit up, froze in surprise. Then delight crept into his voice. “Really?”
Zi Xunyi gave a soft, timid hum.
Yan Zhen said with some concern, “You don’t have to force yourself. There’s still time. We can wait until we’ve spent more time together—”
“The sooner, the better. What if something unexpected happens? We’d regret it too late.”
“That’s true.”
Huangfu Wenqing looked back and forth between them, suspicion clouding her face. She couldn’t help but interject, “What are you two talking about?”
“Uh…”
Yan Zhen didn’t know how to explain and could only scratch his cheek awkwardly.
Zi Xunyi’s pretty face was flushed as she smiled faintly. “It’s just a personal matter between Yan Zhen and me. It has nothing to do with Miss Wenqing.”
Huangfu Wenqing frowned. Judging by their attitudes, she sensed this was no simple matter.
A ray of sunlight filtered through the window, shining on her green hair and making the color even more vibrant and bright. One couldn’t help but marvel, “That’s really green!”
“You focus on regulating your breathing. I’ll go downstairs and make something to eat. Little Long Ying will surely be hungry when she wakes up.”
“Thanks for the trouble.”
Zi Xunyi gracefully left the room.
Yan Zhen turned to Huangfu Wenqing. “I’ll start regulating my breathing now.”
Huangfu Wenqing pouted. “Wouldn’t it be better if I transmitted more Qi to you?”
Yan Zhen smiled wryly. “This is Zi Ji’s room, after all. We should respect her a little. Besides, Long Ying is here…”
Huangfu Wenqing grumbled reluctantly. “Fine, hurry up and regulate your breathing. Afterward, we can go settle the score with that Wen Canglan.”
Yan Zhen nodded and sat up.
As the thin blanket slipped away, it revealed his toned upper body, leaving Huangfu Wenqing momentarily stunned.
Yan Zhen’s face reddened as he realized he was naked, clad only in his Long-Trunked Little Elephant Boxer Shorts.
“Ahem—I, uh, I’ll put some clothes on first.”
Though Huangfu Wenqing blushed with shyness, she showed no intention of looking away. Instead, she stared fixedly at Yan Zhen and whispered, “Let me help you?”
Yan Zhen broke out in a sweat. “No need. I can do it myself.”
“Zi Xunyi can do it, but your fiancée can’t?” Huangfu Wenqing sounded aggrieved yet stubborn. “She stripped you naked while you were out cold from your injuries. She must have seen everything. I—I don’t want to lose to her!”
As she said this, Huangfu Wenqing suddenly felt a strange thrill.
While Yan Zhen had been unconscious from his injuries, Zi Xunyi had used the excuse of treating him to strip him bare, ogle him, maybe even touch his skin, feel his body heat… and perhaps even record images to savor every night…
Ugh, her fiancé—her own fiancé—had been taken such huge advantage of by another woman. It made her heart ache!
Hearing this, Yan Zhen could only helplessly agree to Huangfu Wenqing’s request. He gently moved Long Ying to the inner side of the bed, then sat on the edge, obediently letting his fiancée dress him.
Huangfu Wenqing smiled, helping him into his clothes while occasionally caressing his muscles. Her heart pounded wildly.
The fact that this was Zi Xunyi’s room—and that in her previous life, Zi Xunyi had been one of Yan Zhen’s wives—only excited her more.
—The girl didn’t realize that her kinks were growing stranger by the day.
“Yan Zhen~”
“Hm?”
Huangfu Wenqing bowed her head shyly and murmured, “C-Can I kiss you one more time?”
Ah… She’s so direct? Yan Zhen wanted to refuse—he did plan to call off the engagement, after all—but Huangfu Wenqing’s eyes were like those of a pet begging its owner, making it impossible to say no.
Confirming that Zi Xunyi was downstairs, Yan Zhen nodded. “Just one kiss, okay?”
Huangfu Wenqing’s expression grew even more bashful, though joy shone through. She cupped Yan Zhen’s face and leaned in for a gentle kiss, greedily drawing on his saliva just like her master in her memories.
The kiss deepened with rising passion. Her lips moved from his mouth to his chin, neck, and collarbone. She lifted the shirt she’d just put on him and kissed his chest, her small hand sliding downward.
—In her previous life, Yun Xiu had done exactly this. It was both to please Yan Zhen and to deflect him, happening more than once.
Huangfu Wenqing remembered it clearly. When the Flame Emperor visited Evergreen Holy Land, Holy Lord Yun Xiu had personally received him. But no sooner had she dismissed her attendants than Yan Zhen had domineeringly pulled her into his arms and ravished her.
Yun Xiu had half-heartedly resisted at first, soon losing herself in her lover’s embrace. Only when Yan Zhen tried to breach that final barrier did she snap out of it, stopping him and fulfilling her “lover’s” duties in other ways instead.
—Her master back then… was such a tease.
With this thought, Huangfu Wenqing’s breathing grew heavier.
Yan Zhen, however, jolted in alarm. They’d agreed on one kiss, but she’d given so many—and that was fine, she was his fiancée and had the right—but groping him went too far! Long Ying was right there!
“Wenqing, wait—no, we can’t.”
“This is… practice.”
Huangfu Wenqing mumbled indistinctly and continued undeterred, clumsily yet earnestly soothing her fiancé’s morning urges.
With Long Ying right behind him, Yan Zhen didn’t dare struggle too hard. He could only close his eyes to stifle any strange sounds.
