Le charme d'une femme puissante se répand à travers le monde

Chapitre 71

"Xiao Ye, where is this? How is Wangzhou? And is Big Brother here too? Didn't he go back to China?" I asked a bunch of questions at once, then looked at Ye Feng with anticipation.

"This is Lianzhou, quite far from Wangzhou. Our master is on his way. He told you not to worry about the war in Wangzhou."

I pouted slightly, feeling a little disappointed. What do you mean I don't have to worry? They were heroes, after all. How come I'm suddenly out of the picture? I don't even have to worry about them anymore. Sigh, isn't that going to be boring again?

Feeling good, and with a chicken already in my belly, I couldn't possibly stay idle. I explored every nook and cranny of the house. Although it was a bit simple, it was environmentally friendly, and the house was located halfway up a small hill, practically a villa. The environment was beautiful, with plenty of green space per person and good air quality. In times of war, there was really nothing to complain about. Then, I had a simple dinner with Ye Feng Ruochen, along with two small bowls of chicken soup, before it got completely dark.

"I'm already eighteen years old." Just as I was about to walk back to my room and climb into bed, Ruochen suddenly appeared in front of me and said through gritted teeth.

Uh, revealing your age in front of someone's bedroom door late at night, what does this brat want? I couldn't help but take two steps back, cross my arms, and look at the person in front of me with a wary expression.

"What are you thinking, woman? I have absolutely no interest in someone like you." The little brat looked at me, his face flushed with anger. "Don't ever call me a child again!"

Huh? A child? Is the little brat still holding a grudge against me for telling Nightwind he was a child?

"Wait." I saw him turn to leave, so I quickly called out to him, then ran up to him in a few steps, looked him up and down, and asked with a suspicious look, "Are you really eighteen years old?"

"Why would I lie to you!" he yelled at me. I felt that a few drops of saliva might have landed on my face, but I couldn't feel it because I had a mask on.

"Do you have any proof that you're eighteen?" I rolled my eyes at him and said casually.

He stared wide-eyed for a full three seconds, as if I were a monster, then his face turned pale and then red as he ran away. I clutched my stomach and laughed, pushing open and closing the door, lying on the bed still laughing. This little rascal is quite amusing, much cuter and more endearing than his senior brother.

While I was sleeping soundly, I kept feeling something biting my lip. When I reached out to wave it away, I felt someone grab my hand tightly.

Ah! Could it be the legendary womanizer? I immediately woke up, trying to scream for help while wildly kicking and flailing my arms and legs. The lecherous thief, ignoring my attacks, simply covered my mouth with his hand. In desperation, I tried to bite his hand, but then a helpless "Qianqian" reached my ears. I instantly deflated like a punctured balloon and collapsed onto the bed. Good heavens, I was terrified! That scoundrel is too shameless! He had the audacity to climb into my bed in the dark, but he has no shame in letting anyone discover his despicable act. If I had actually screamed, and the night wind suddenly appeared, let's see if he doesn't blush! Humph!

The fox embraced me, and of course I pretended to struggle a few times, looking at his bright, dark eyes in the darkness, and then I reached out and carefully kneaded his face like I was kneading dough.

"What are you doing, Qianqian?" He asked, somewhat amused and exasperated, as he held my hand that was constantly rubbing against his face.

"If I check the goods, I'm afraid they're fake, disguised, or in disguise." I casually made up an excuse for my earlier venting and groping behavior.

"Any results?" A dangerous glint flashed in his peach blossom eyes as he placed my hand inside his chest and asked softly.

Undeterred, I pulled my hand out and lightly patted his face, saying in a serious tone, "Smooth, supple, and elastic, it's truly... ah!"

Before I could finish speaking, the fox flipped me over and pinned me down. I quickly pretended to be a good girl, hugging his waist and burying my face in his chest. I yawned and mumbled, "Big brother, I'm so sleepy!"

He bent down closer, not letting me dodge, and stared intently at my face with his half-closed, almond-shaped eyes. I frantically blinked my eyes a few times, trying to appear innocent and pure, when suddenly an idea struck me. I gestured with my hands to my face and asked eagerly, "This, this, does it look good now?"

“Ugly.” He glanced at me again, turned his face away, and said only one word, as if it were a word he found particularly difficult to say. He even sighed softly after he finished speaking.

Clouds Drunk, Moon Slightly Asleep (Revised Edition) Volume Three: If Life Were Only Like Our First Meeting, Far From the Battlefield (Part Three)

Chapter word count: 5187 Last updated: 08-12-23 14:38

Far from the battlefield (Part 3)

I was furious. That brat was really inconsiderate. I pushed the fox away with all my might, my heart sinking. This guy never said anything nice, never knew how to comfort people, and hadn't uttered a single sweet word since the beginning. He wasn't romantic at all.

"It may be a bit ugly," the fox's casual voice came again. I glared at him, but he ignored me. He put one hand under me and stroked my back, while the other hand supported the back of my head. His eyes were full of tenderness, and he said in a seductive voice, "But who can blame me for liking you?"

The last word disappeared from my lips. I was dizzy from the kiss, but I wanted to laugh out loud. Haha, the fox finally said the word "like". I'll try harder and make this narcissistic guy confess his love to me first. Hehe.

"If one day I really become very old and ugly, will my brother change his mind?" I was incredibly brave today, and before I was completely bewitched by the fox, I still had a sliver of reason left to ask such a ridiculous question.

"Can you do it, Qianqian?" He lingered on my lips, his voice sounding somewhat low and unclear.

I quickly pushed the fox's head away and started to think about the problem seriously. I imagined the fox's beautiful face covered with wrinkles. Wow, how scary! Then it wouldn't be a demon, it would be a monster.

"Qianqian." The fox held my shaking head and sighed helplessly.

"What?" I asked, still reeling from the shock and disbelief that the fox had turned into an old and ugly monster.

"Go to sleep, we'll go back to China tomorrow." He lay down next to me, turned my body toward him, and then pulled me into his arms, whispering above my head.

Go back to China? Tomorrow?

"What about Wangzhou? They captured the city so easily before, it seems like Wangyue Zongning had a backup plan..."

Before I could finish my rambling, the fox leaned down and lightly touched my lips. I covered my mouth with my hand and winked at the fox a few times.

"Don't worry about Wangzhou, let's go home first and wait for Qinglin's good news."

I stroked my chin, glancing suspiciously at the fox. This fiend was still lingering in Wangyue Kingdom; was he perhaps secretly plotting something? It seemed I'd been worrying for nothing. But what about Xilan if I returned home like this? He seemed to still be injured; I couldn't just leave without a word, could I?

“But Xi Lan…” I said rather cautiously. Sure enough, as soon as I mentioned Xi Lan’s name, the fox’s peach blossom eyes changed color. I immediately stopped talking. Oh no, oh no, judging from this situation, the fox is unlikely to agree to let me go back to say goodbye and have a chat with Xi Lan. What should I do? Should I leave this dangerous place with the fox first, and then keep in touch with Xi Lan through letters?

The fox calmly took my hand and led me out of the room. Night Breeze seemed to have been waiting outside all morning; seeing the fox and me emerge, he showed no surprise whatsoever, only bowing respectfully to us. Ruochen, who had come running over excitedly, seemed a little too excited. He completely ignored me, his eyes fixed on the fox, radiating an unusually fervent excitement. He kept calling out "Benefactor" and tried to reach out to shake the fox's hand, but the fox subtly avoided him.

Ye Feng grabbed Ruochen, stopping the little brat from trying to get close to the fox again, and said in a soft but stern voice, "Don't be so presumptuous!"

The fox had that lazy smile on its face from the beginning until now. Although it chose to dodge Ruochen's attempt to take its hand, the smile on its face only deepened.

"My benefactor, breakfast is ready. Please follow Ruochen." The little brat immediately said to the fox, then turned and led the way, never once glancing at me.

Benefactor? What a despairing title! And the object of this address is a fox. Could this little brat have made a mistake? Foxes don't seem like kind-hearted, benevolent people at all.

I don't know if the little brat is a miracle doctor, but he's at least a half-master chef. In this desolate wilderness, he actually prepared a lavish breakfast. Fox and I rinsed our mouths and sat down without ceremony. Ruochen called out and sat down like the wind. Yefeng, on the other hand, glared at him several times before he finally sat down. He immediately got up again and ate the breakfast with lightning speed.

The four of us went down the mountain. I rode in the carriage with the fox, while the little brat finally ran ahead with the night wind. Although he had said before that he wouldn't drive the carriage for me, he had completely ignored me now. And with his benefactor around, it would be hard for the carriage not to be driven happily.

I stared at the stunningly beautiful face opposite me, feeling incredibly resentful: Why was it me and Night Breeze who had to disguise ourselves? Fox, who's so attractive, why doesn't he disguise himself? I stroked my chin and thought for a moment. Sigh, a proud person like Fox would probably never agree to someone putting makeup on his face. Last night, I was probably doing something like rubbing flour on his face—a once-in-a-millennium miracle.

The carriage traveled along secluded routes, and since Fox was also there, I didn't need to worry about safety. Although I still couldn't figure out how the carriage had left Wangzhou City earlier—one remained silent and the other looked arrogant when I asked Ye Feng and Ruochen—now that we'd made it out of Wangzhou, I figured returning to Longyao Kingdom should be no problem.