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Jian Cen did not push Zi Wan away; instead, he furrowed his brows and pulled her closer with his other arm.
Zi Wan had bitten enough and, as she released her grip, she couldn't help but glance at her "masterpiece." It was a gruesome sight, flesh torn and bloodied, which made her smile in satisfaction. She even extended her little pink tongue to lick the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"Jian Cen, Shizhi, I heard you’ve been rolling in the sheets with a female demon! Tell Shishu, what kind of demon is she? Perhaps I can help plead your case so that Master and Brother can support you."
Zi Wan found a relatively comfortable position in Jian Cen's embrace and lazily snuggled against him.
"Oh... then I should thank Shishu in advance. It's really not a big deal; she's just a Nine-Tailed Fox. When you have the chance, mention it to Master and Master Ancestor. That demon has taken advantage of me quite a bit, so she should take responsibility."
Jian Cen raised an eyebrow and replied nonchalantly while calmly carrying Zi Wan towards the bedroom.
As they passed a few younger disciples, he greeted them with a friendly nod.
However, Zi Wan couldn’t shake the feeling that those flamboyantly dressed Little Disciples were looking at her strangely, as if they wanted to devour her whole.
Suddenly, she recalled how the weather had turned bitterly cold recently. Being someone who was always afraid of the cold, she had claimed that Jian Cen should compensate for her brother who had run off with someone else. Thus, every night she would sneak into his bedroom, transforming into a Little White Fox and nestling in his warm embrace to sleep soundly. The so-called "no physical contact between men and women" was long forgotten; for her, being able to sleep was what truly mattered!
So, could it be… could it be that she was the female demon everyone spoke of who was tangled up with Jian Cen in bed?
...
Awakening from her dream, Zi Wan felt a chill and curled up slightly, only to realize she was lying in an unfamiliar room.
Beside her was a warm body.
A soft, strong hand rested on her waist, pulling her closer.
His heated chest pressed against her back through two layers of thin fabric, causing her to tense up, holding her breath in fear.
When the person beside her finally stopped moving, Zi Wan cautiously removed the hand from her waist and carefully rolled off the bed, glancing back at the person still sleeping.
With a smooth and full forehead, slightly trembling thick eyelashes, tightly closed eyes, and thin lips pressed together, his flawless features… Wasn’t this Jian Cen, the reincarnation of Xian Jun?
How annoying! Dreaming of this face only to wake up to it again!
Sometimes he even made her heart race uncontrollably; it seemed she was getting arrhythmia just from being near him. Staying one more moment with Jian Cen felt like shortening her own life!
“Hmm…” Jian Cen's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as his deep-set eyes locked onto hers. After a long moment, he broke into a smile that seemed genuinely cheerful.
This was the first time Zi Wan had seen such a pure smile from Jian Cen.
In the past, whenever she saw him smile, it sent chills down her spine. Seeing Jian Cen safe and sound, she clapped her hands to prepare to leave, but he preemptively grabbed her sleeve and pulled her back onto the bed.
His warm breath brushed against her ear.
In the now quiet room with just the two of them, his deep, magnetic voice acted like a spell, inexplicably quickening her heartbeat.
"Are you leaving? I've been looking for you for eight years. Can't you just stay with me... isn't that better? Didn't you say you liked me? We have feelings for each other, so why are you leaving?"
The moment Jian Cen saw Zi Wan, he thought he was seeing things. He couldn't believe he was looking at the beautiful sister who had saved him all those years ago.
Eight years had passed, yet her appearance hadn't changed at all. How could that be possible? But when he saw her fighting against the bandits for his sake, ultimately getting injured and transforming back into the Nine-Tailed White Fox, he finally felt at ease.
As long as it was her, whether human or fox, he would gladly accept it.
Just as the atmosphere in the room became tender and intimate, the door was abruptly pushed open.
Zi Wan looked up curiously and met Huan Mo Lin's eyes, which were filled with amusement, leaving her frozen in place.
Oh no—it's that detestable Jian Cen again! He's ruined her perfect romance!
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