Chen Mo’s heartbeat was out of rhythm.
This demoness was like a contradiction of innocence and allure, the two qualities perfectly intertwined, like a budding flower, possessing both the purity of a fresh bloom and the allure of full blossom.
"So this is the surprise you prepared? Why were you hesitating just now?"
"I was a bit afraid..."
Gu Manzhi leaned against his chest, softly murmuring, "I just feel like all this is too illusory, it feels unreal, like a bubble that could burst at a touch. I’m just afraid it will all be a dream, like Mirror Flower Water Moon..."
Chen Mo could understand her sentiment.
Once mortal enemies, they had come this far, one could only say fate was playing tricks on them.
He didn’t say much, just silently held her tighter.
Gu Manzhi leaned against the firm chest, listening to the strong, powerful heartbeat, and gradually felt at ease.
The two of them quietly embraced, the atmosphere tranquil, threads of tenderness permeating the air.
After a long while, Gu Manzhi seemed to have made some kind of decision, her eyes became firm, and she softly asked, "Lord, would you be willing to brush my hair?"
Chen Mo found the question somewhat familiar and nodded, "Of course, I’d be willing."
Gu Manzhi bit her lip.
Slight hesitation, her fair hand dipped into the water, then she slowly sat down...
Her delicate brows furrowed, a flash of pain crossed her face.
Seeing Chen Mo’s surprised gaze, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes reflecting flickering light, and her rosy lips parted slightly:
"This is the real surprise I prepared for you, oh~"
The night was deep, the moonlight like water.
Ye Henshui flew over under the moonlight, her gray robe rustling.
She had just heard about the conflict at The Cloudwater Hall and rushed over without stopping.
Chen Mo had set a rule for her that any incidents must be reported immediately, and if something happened to Saintess Gu, she would also be punished... She didn’t want to be spanked by that guy!
Arriving at The Cloudwater Hall, Ye Henshui habitually didn’t use the main entrance.
Her form turned into a shadow, slipping through the window crevices into the inner chamber.
The tea room was empty, not a soul in sight.
Passing through the corridor, she came to the bedroom door, faintly hearing a conversation from inside.
"That sounds like Chen Mo’s voice?"
"Since he’s here too, there shouldn’t be anything wrong..."
Ye Henshui breathed a sigh of relief.
As she was about to leave, she suddenly felt something was off.
Leaning in to listen closely, she realized Gu Manzhi’s voice was trembling, as if she was on the verge of tears.
"Boo hoo, Lord, please don’t..."
"I... I can’t take it..."
Ye Henshui furrowed her brows tightly.
Was Chen Mo bullying the Holy Daughter?
How dare he lay hands on her, making the Holy Daughter cry?
"Finally showing his true colors? This wolf in sheep’s clothing villain!"
Ye Henshui rolled up her sleeves, ready to storm in, but as her hand touched the door, she suddenly paused.
"But the problem is, I can’t beat him... What if he bullies me too?"
Thinking this, she calmed down, deciding to observe the situation first.
She pressed her eye to the door gap, peering in, and her expression froze instantly.
"Strange, why are there three Holy Daughters?"
"What are they doing?"
"The Holy Daughter seems uncomfortable, but also appears to be enjoying it... crying while tightly hugging Chen Mo, how odd..."
Her white lashes fluttered, her eyes like marbles filled with question marks.
Although she couldn’t understand what was happening, she could barely confirm that the Holy Daughter was willing...
Looking at that bizarre scene, her heart inexplicably quickened, her porcelain-white cheeks flushed, her legs felt weak, and a strange sensation she had never experienced before spread through her.
"What’s going on... I really, really need to go to the bathroom..."
Ye Henshui’s breathing became somewhat rapid, her body restlessly fidgeting.
Suddenly, she remembered her master’s words that "men are all poisonous," and her heart sank!
It seems she’s already showing symptoms!
At this thought, she dared not linger, planning to escape the toxicity, casting a glance at the "critically poisoned" Holy Daughter, then staggered away from The Cloudwater Hall.
The night was as dark as ink.
It was already 9 p.m., and the city was long under curfew.
Ye Henshui wandered aimlessly away from the brightly lit Melody Avenue along the deserted street, her mind replaying the scenes she had just witnessed.
Two Holy Daughters stacked together, one Holy Daughter pushing from behind...
Her young heart was strongly jolted.
Ye Henshui shook her head vigorously, trying to shake the thoughts out of her head, but it was of no use.
At that moment, she suddenly sensed something, took out a Spirit Jade from her bosom, the emblem on it glowing red and emitting scorching heat.
Ye Henshui’s eyes narrowed slightly.
She injected her Primordial Qi into it to discern the direction, her form disappearing like a shadow.
Outside Tiandu City, at Yushu Port.
The Hidden Dragon River surged into the mighty river, stirring up thousands of white waves, and the air was filled with mist-like vapor.
A tall figure cloaked in black stood by the riverbank, their aura condensed to the extreme, not leaking a trace, almost melding into the night.
Half an hour later, a figure in a gray robe flew in.
Seeing the figure, Ye Henshui’s pupils trembled, and she hastily knelt on one knee.
"Master, why have you come?!"
"I’ve received no news from you two lately, so I came specially to check on things."
A slightly hoarse female voice came from under the black robe, yet it wasn’t harsh; there was instead a unique magnetism to it.
"Why are you the only one here, where is Manzhi?"
"The Holy Daughter, she..."
Ye Henshui hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "She’s tied up with some affairs and can’t come for the time being."