Chapter 1209: Collapsed

“This isn’t really appropriate,” Zuan said, feeling awkward. His conscience pricked him, and he instinctively wanted to glance towards the wardrobe and screen, but he managed to suppress the urge, fearing Yuyanluo might notice something amiss.

“What’s wrong with it? There’s no one else here,” Yuyanluo replied.

Zuan was momentarily at a loss for how to respond. He couldn’t very well tell her there were actually several other women in the room.

Seeing his constant hesitation, Yuyanluo simply assumed he was shy. Without a word, she began to help him herself.

“Ah…” Zuan couldn’t stop her in time, feeling incredibly awkward at that moment.

Inside the wardrobe, Xiao Bai and Xiao Qing’s eyes widened. Could their goddess-like Clan Leader really have such an impetuous side?

Just how immense was Brother Zuan’s charm?

Behind the screen, Yan Xuehen and Yun Jianyue involuntarily averted their gaze. They secretly spat, thinking, ‘After all, demon women are demon women; their actions are far too shameless.’

Although they didn’t directly look, the spiritual perception of Grandmasters was incredibly powerful. The scene from earlier that day quickly resurfaced in their minds, every detail clear as day. Both women’s faces flushed simultaneously.

Yuyanluo, however, wasn’t thinking so much at the moment. Instead, seeing the injuries on his legs, tears suddenly streamed down her face. “You’re so badly hurt, and you didn’t say anything.”

How could the Golden Crow Crown Prince’s thousands upon thousands of golden sword auras be easily blocked? His legs were now covered in mottled sword marks.

It was also fortunate that his body was so robust; otherwise, he would have been shredded into minced meat by the sword aura.

Yuyanluo’s heart ached for him as she carefully applied ointment to his wounds.

Zuan stroked her soft, beautiful hair, a wave of warmth rising in his heart. “Don’t worry, it only looks worse than it is. They’re just superficial wounds.”

“Still acting tough at a time like this,” Yuyanluo couldn’t help but complain. “It was all to stand up for those two women. What kind of people are they that you needed to step in for them? What would I do if something really happened to you?”

Behind the screen, Yan Xuehen and Yun Jianyue’s teeth were itching, thinking, ‘Well, you Medusa, speaking ill of us behind our backs! Is that what a noble person does?’

Zuan explained, “You also know they were injured. If I hadn’t stepped in, they would probably have been in real danger.”

Yan Xuehen and Yun Jianyue felt a warmth in their hearts upon hearing this. This fellow might usually be unreliable, but when it came to a critical moment, he was quite dependable.

At the same time, both women felt an unusual sensation. They were usually so powerful that they had forgotten what it felt like to be protected.

Now, with Zuan risking his life to protect them, their emotions suddenly became exceptionally complex.

On the other side, Yuyanluo was quietly applying medicine to Zuan when her jade-like cheeks suddenly flushed. “You’re injured like this, and you’re still not behaving yourself.”

Zuan also felt quite frustrated. With her so close, her breath was like orchids; how could he possibly control himself?

Following this, Yuyanluo’s application speed noticeably picked up, and she quickly finished treating all the wounds on his legs.

Immediately afterwards, Yuyanluo rose, her face flushed, and said, “You should rest well. I won’t disturb you.”

Zuan, however, felt a pang of reluctance and instinctively pulled her hand.

Yuyanluo lost her balance and sat down on the bed, her face flushing even deeper. “Don’t do that, you’re still injured.”

Zuan leaned close to her ear and whispered, “You know how I heal, don’t you? That cultivation method can heal not only others but also myself.”

Yuyanluo’s heart also fluttered. They had just established their relationship, and for her, it was like the sweet, honeymoon period of a newlywed couple. Their previous intimacy in the mine had been hastily cut short due to Yan Xuehen and the others’ urgency, but now, on her own territory, she could finally fully relax her body and mind.

“A’Zuan,” her eyes were also glistening. With no outsiders present in private, she actively offered her lips for a kiss.

Feeling her sweet scent, Zuan felt himself becoming somewhat intoxicated.

What countless men in the world wouldn’t even dare to dream of, he had now achieved.

Inside the wardrobe, Xiao Bai and Xiao Qing’s breathing suddenly quickened. The two women didn’t find anything inappropriate, however.

In their hearts, they had long since accepted Zuan as the Clan Leader’s man, and seeing her being intimate with him now actually filled them with a certain excitement.

Yan Xuehen and Yun Jianyue, however, didn’t share that sentiment.

What was that scoundrel Zuan trying to do?

To do such a thing when he clearly knew they were still there was simply outrageous!

Rage points from Yan Xuehen: 444444444...

Rage points from Yun Jianyue: 444444444...

Seeing this continuous string of rage points in the background, Zuan finally jolted awake.

Oh no, he had completely forgotten there were still others in the room!

He hurriedly tried to push Yuyanluo away, but to his surprise, her body was as soft as anything, clinging tightly to him.

“Wait a moment…”

Zuan never imagined that he would one day utter those words.

“What’s wrong?” Yuyanluo hooked her arms around his neck, her peach blossom eyes full of tenderness and affection.

“Uh…” Zuan was momentarily speechless, unsure how to explain.

Yuyanluo smiled sweetly and initiated another kiss.

Zuan had read novels before where characters described being held as if by a beautiful snake, and he’d found it somewhat confusing. Now, he truly understood what it was like to be with a real beautiful snake-like woman.

She was truly so tender she seemed to melt, and no man could refuse such passion.

“Wa… Wait,” Zuan stammered, using immense willpower to push her away.

Just as he was wondering how to explain, Yuyanluo’s lovely face suddenly turned pale.

Her peach blossom eyes, which had been full of tender affection moments before, were now brimming with tears.

Zuan immediately panicked. “What’s wrong?”

Yuyanluo didn’t speak. She pulled her clothes to cover her fair skin and silently walked towards the door.

Zuan truly panicked. He hugged her tightly. “Yuyanluo, what’s wrong with you?”

Yuyanluo finally couldn’t hold back and burst into tears. “I’ve never been like this with anyone before. This is my first time, and you’ve rejected me.”

Pushing her away once might have been nothing, but pushing her away twice in a row? Was there really a man in the world who would do that?

After much thought, there could only be one reason: he no longer liked her.

She suddenly recalled what the storybooks Xingnu used to buy said: men are faithless and fickle creatures. Before they obtain you, they will be tender and considerate in every way, but once they have you, they will cast you aside like a worn-out shoe.

Originally, she had scoffed at this idea, but now she truly believed it.

She wasn’t usually so worried about gains and losses; it was only because she cared too much.

Although she was reluctant to believe that Zuan could be such a person, she was still heartbroken.

Watching her tears fall like broken pearls, Zuan understood that he had truly hurt her.

He hurriedly kissed away the tear marks on her face. “You’ve misunderstood. The reason is a bit difficult to explain right now… Never mind, you might find out for yourself later.”

He couldn’t worry about so many things right now; appeasing Yuyanluo was the top priority.

Kisses like raindrops fell upon her flawless cheeks.

At first, Yuyanluo was still sadly resistant, but although she was mature, her experience in this area was almost zero. How could she withstand Zuan’s methods of seducing a lady?

Soon, her previously stiff body softened, and her tear-stained eyes gradually regained their sparkle.

Feeling a chill on her body as her dress unknowingly fell away, Yuyanluo suddenly felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. *How could he be so skilled?*

However, she soon had no energy to think about such things. Instead, she shyly lowered the nearby curtain. For some reason, she always felt as if she was being watched.

Amidst swirling red covers, a faint, somewhat deliberately suppressed, ethereal sound arose.

Suddenly, the wardrobe toppled over.