Helian Si shrank back, but that divine face drew ever closer. His hand unconsciously gripped Nan Rong Jinghua's collar tightly, his long, curled eyelashes trembled, and his voice, barely audible, softened.

"Well, I misspoke."

"Ah Sheng, saying the wrong thing will be punished, okay?"

Nan Rong Jinghua chuckled softly, her high, straight nose gently brushing against Helian Si's nose, her clear, thin lips landing on Helian Si's delicate, petal-like red lips, giving them a light peck.

"You've already started kissing me directly."

Helian Si was dissatisfied. She finally understood. This guy used to be so aloof and detached from worldly affairs.

It's all an act. Ever since that incident, this guy has become as shameless as can be, and his mind is filled with this purplish-red color.

"Um."

Nan Rong Jinghua gave a soft reply, not giving Helian Si a chance to speak again. She covered the lips of the petite woman in her arms with her own, and carried her into the palace.

As night deepened, the bright moonlight hid behind the clouds, as if shyly embracing the tender embrace within the palace chamber.

The pale golden light of dawn rose from the east, and only then did Helian Si, exhausted, drift into sleep, muttering a dissatisfied grumble before drifting off.

"I've only just turned fourteen! Jinghua, you beast! If Father and my brothers find out, they'll surely torture you to death."

Nan Rong Jinghua was slightly taken aback, then shook his head and chuckled softly. He placed a kiss on the mark on Helian Si's forehead and said, "Sleep."

What an idiot! Has he forgotten that the seal on his body has been broken? This body is no longer the original one, which is tens of millions of years old. And he still claims to be fourteen years old? Hmm?

She sighed softly again, looking at Helian Si's face, who was gradually falling asleep in her arms. A hint of amusement flickered in her deep eyes, and Youlan spoke in a soft, hoarse voice tinged with helplessness,

"If you were still fourteen, how could I bear to touch you?"

…

Helian Si was awakened by hunger. When he opened his eyes, he didn't see the familiar silver-white figure beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a suspicious mark on his shoulder.

Thinking of how Nan Rong Jinghua had deceived him last night, over and over again, his face immediately darkened, turning into a ravenous rage. Damn it!

"Awake? Can you get up?"

Just as Helian Si was about to get up, the layers of bed curtains were opened, revealing the stunningly beautiful face of Nanrong Jinghua.

Seeing Nan Rong Jinghua's energetic appearance, Helian Si was furious and gritted his teeth, "I seriously suspect that you are the demon, a demon who replenishes yang by absorbing yin."

"It was my fault."

A fleeting pang of heartache flashed across Nan Rongjinghua's deep silver eyes, and a faint silver light lingered around Helian Si, conveying concern.

"It's much better now."

Helian Si let out a soft hum, feeling the soreness in his body disappear completely. Only then did he feel a little better. He got up, looking pitiful.

I'm hungry.

"But I also want to take a bath."

Helian Si touched his flat stomach, his eyebrows furrowing. What to do? He was so conflicted. Could he take a bath and eat at the same time?

"I'll have someone bring the food in."

Helian Si frowned, about to say, "But it's so uncomfortable not to bathe," when he heard Nan Rong Jinghua say in a low, husky voice, "..."

"I am willing to serve my wife by taking a bath."

Helian Si looked up in shock, meeting Nan Rong Jinghua's deep silver eyes. After a long while, he finally managed to gather his words:

"Jinghua, you really are..." So flirtatious!

Forgive her for not saying those three words in the end; after all, she still had to maintain her stunningly beautiful face.