After taking her medicine, Lan Wu carried Ji Lingyue’s bowl, returning to their room with light steps. She pushed the door open, only to find the bed empty. Looking around, she found the small cat curled up by the window, her ears drooping sadly. From behind, she looked like a soft, fluffy white ball. Lan Wu tiptoed closer and poked…
“You’re finally awake.” Lan Wu blinked, tilting her head from the rocking chair to look at the woman who had somehow appeared, sitting next to her with her chin propped on her hand. “Yao Zhu?” “Mhm.” The woman narrowed her eyes, her furry ears twitching. Leaning on the chair, she gossiped, “So, you and that little cultivator… are you really…
Sexual content warning. When faint footsteps sounded, Ji Lingyue’s eyes snapped open, and she instinctively reached for Lan Wu beside her. But the person outside seemed to be just passing by. Soon, the door of the room next door creaked open, and the footsteps faded away with the sound of the door closing. It didn’t take much thought to realize…
The fox demon narrowed her eyes, then, after a long pause, drawled, “I remember you, a disciple of Haochen Mountain.” She twirled her sword with a flourish, a teasing smile curving her lips. “Since we’re acquainted, little cultivator, why don’t you come closer, and we can reminisce about old times?” Looking into her bewitching eyes, Ji Lingyue felt her body…
A complex red formation appeared in the air, radiating a dazzling light like burning flames. The next moment, a petite girl with delicate features appeared in the center, turning her head in confusion. Soon, she saw the woman sitting on the bed with a stern face. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Master!” Lan Wu’s expression worsened. Just as she raised…