Mu Qingyue’s original plan was to wait patiently for the moment when Nanzhi would collapse from exhaustion and then step in to take over.
But the girl named "Nanzhi," a year younger than herself, lasted longer than expected.
After absorbing the Huagang Blood Melt Pill Fragrance, Junior Brother was like a tiger with wings, and Nanzhi was still so strong under these circumstances—Mu Qingyue was surprised.
Watching from the sidelines, Mu Qingyue understood what was happening from Nanzhi’s reactions: the Cold Saintess was indeed the Cold Saintess.
Because her name contains the water radical.
Discovering this, Mu Qingyue was still in no hurry, because the relief speed of yang energy in Junior Brother’s body had slowed down.
So she waited for the opportunity to come, but...
She never expected this opportunity to be proposed by Zhu Nanzhi herself.
When Nanzhi said the words, "Qingyue, help my husband," the words left Mu Qingyue’s mind blank for a moment.
Then the thought "you are a good person" once again surfaced in her mind.
But this time, the feeling of "you are a good person" was somewhat different from before.
Listening to Nanzhi’s teary words like "I really like my husband," "make my husband happy," Mu Qingyue realized more clearly how deeply the Cold Saintess’s feelings ran for Junior Brother.
Not because of Nanzhi’s words, but because she was happy for Junior Brother.
It’s truly a joyous thing for Junior Brother to be liked by someone~
But happiness aside, Mu Qingyue would not assume that her fondness for Junior Brother was any less than Zhu Nanzhi’s.
Mu Qingyue ’watched’ Junior Brother, while Lu Jin’an looked at Nanzhi in his arms.
Nanzhi, who had fallen into a deep sleep, had her silky hair almost completely spread out, cascading between her lovely head and the surrounding space like water lilies, emitting a delicate fragrance.
Her cheeks glowed with a soft blush, carrying an inexplicable hint of gentle beauty and bashfulness, occasionally accompanied by faint, instinctive murmurs between twitches of her thighs and abdomen.
Her slender, jade-like arms draped around his shoulders like boneless snakes, with her full chest gently rising and falling with each breath.
Her two long, graceful legs extended from the sides, displaying perfectly proportioned and exquisite lines, while her moist, tender feet stretched out straight, with her ten delicate pink toes tightly curled.
Even without the covering of white silk, her skin shone with a delicate luster amidst the dewy, fragrant sweat.
Her soft, warm breath brushed against Lu Jin’an’s neck, prompting him to gently caress her lovely back again.
Just as Mu Qingyue was astonished in her heart, Lu Jin’an was also filled with surprise.
Because, at first, he didn’t intend to make Nanzhi so overwhelmed that she would cry out for help from Senior Sister with teary eyes.
Making Nanzhi cry was something he was genuinely unprepared for.
However, not paying attention to Nanzhi’s expression was indeed his fault.
The Supreme Yang Power brought by the Huagang Blood Melt Pill Fragrance made him only feel the ’coldness’ of the Cold Saintess, a feeling so indescribable that it made him lose himself.
"A person made of water～"
Senior Sister’s soft voice made Lu Jin’an look up, and he saw Mu Qingyue kneeling before him, cupping his cheeks with her hands: "Junior Brother, finally willing to look at me?"
Senior Sister’s hands were cooler than usual, the yin energy inherent in them making Lu Jin’an feel a slight chill on his face.
"Am I right or not?" Mu Qingyue tilted her head: "About Nanzhi."
Lu Jin’an looked at her eyes covered with the black cloth and smiled: "Indeed."
"Then..." Mu Qingyue leaned forward slightly: "Would Junior Brother, feeling guilty for making Nanzhi cry because she’s so wonderful, not dare to do anything to me and resolve the remaining yang energy with the Netherworld Validation instead?"
Lu Jin’an looked down at the peacefully sleeping Nanzhi, took some clean, dry clothes from the storage space, laid them on the ice layer, and gently placed the beloved girl on them.
After covering her with an outer garment, he looked at Mu Qingyue: "No, I won’t."
He smiled slightly: "I know what I want."
Lu Jin’an reached out, pulled Mu Qingyue’s wrist into his embrace: "Senior Sister, since you’ve already tasted me, do you think I would let you off now?"
His thinking was straightforward: if he’s going to be a scoundrel, he should do it clearly. Why waver and make everyone uncomfortable?
After all, it’s not forbidden to have multiple wives here.
It’s just that the women around him are rather extraordinary, so he needed some ways to enhance the bond between them.
Mu Qingyue propped her right hand on his chest: "Junior Brother wants us all?"
With a burning gaze, Lu Jin’an moved closer to her rosy lips: "Who do you think I will give up?"
As he finished speaking, he kissed Senior Sister’s lips, guiding the inexperienced Senior Sister, while slipping his left hand to her belly, gradually pulling the hem of her blouse out from her black horse-faced skirt.
His burning hands pressed against Senior Sister’s cool belly, making Mu Qingyue’s body tense for a moment.
Lu Jin’an opened his eyes, regrettably unable to make eye contact with Senior Sister through the black cloth, and their lips parted.
Listening to Senior Sister’s short, hurried breaths, Lu Jin’an couldn’t feel any warmth from her skin.
Born with Ice Attribute Spiritual Power and having lost a lot of blood, her body temperature had dropped even further.
Mu Qingyue parted her cherry lips slightly, her voice still calm: "Continue."
"Senior Sister." Lu Jin’an rubbed her small hand: "Do we really do it here?"
"To neutralize the yang energy in Junior Brother’s body." Mu Qingyue slowly stood up, her slender fingers untying the fastenings of the black horse-faced skirt, allowing the long skirt to gently pool onto the ice surface.