He then took the initiative to take care of his senior.
In fact, the poison she had administered had already been neutralized by Nangong Ling'er, but he was still not fully awake. However, with Chen Yanxue taking care of him, the boy was even less likely to wake up.
Inside the villa, Zuo Huaixin woke up again, and Chen Yanxue habitually took out her silver needles to give him another treatment.
"Chen Yanxue, that's enough! How many times has this happened? Can't you let me calm down for a bit?"
The girl reached out and gently stroked the boy's cheek, teasingly saying, "Oh! Are you angry? You look even more handsome when you're angry. Well, as long as you don't yell and scream, I can let you stay awake. It'll be fine in a couple more days, and then I won't bother you anymore."
"What exactly do you want to do?!" Zuo Huaixin frowned.
Chen Yanxue smiled seductively, then leaned down and lay on top of Zuo Huaixin. She then sniffed Zuo Huaixin's neck. "I'm not interested in what they want to do, but right now I want to devour you. You're so manly. Are you still a virgin? Who knows, eating you might greatly increase my power!"
Zuo Huaixin was furious. He found it unbearable to be teased like this, but he was still a young man. Chen Yanxue was quite beautiful, and she possessed almost all the virtues of a woman: charming, lively, mysterious, and sexy. Not to mention a naive young man like him, even a seasoned veteran of love might not be able to resist her.
"You...your demonic sect even eats people?"
Hearing this, Chen Yanxue was taken aback, seemingly surprised, but quickly laughed out loud, "Kid, do you really not understand what your sister means, or are you just pretending to be stupid with me?"
After saying that, Chen Yanxue kissed the boy's neck and gently licked his earlobe. The boy's face turned red to his earlobe. Chen Yanxue's breathing became slightly rapid, and her voice became extremely sweet as she said, "Now... do you understand what I mean by eating you?"
"You...you...you demonic cultist! I am a monk, how dare you...how dare you do such a thing to me! I will never let you get away with this!"
Unexpectedly, the girl sat directly on the boy's lap. "What are you going to do about not letting your sister go? I've kept you in bed for days, do you want to make sure I can't get out of bed too?"
"Shameless! You demonic cult members! You despicable creatures!"
Hearing this, Chen Yanxue's expression changed, turning icy cold. She then sneered, "So what if it's the Demonic Sect? Demons? Have you ever seen the hypocrisy of you righteous people? Many years ago, I met a so-called righteous person who was willing to take a homeless little girl with him for just a steamed bun. Do you know what I went through? And yet you can just call him a demon all the time? If we're talking about depravity, many of you righteous people are truly depravity. Have you heard of the Furnace? This Furnace technique originated in the Demonic Sect but flourished within the righteous path. That one who..." The man who raised me and taught me cultivation took my virginity when I was sixteen. I regarded him as my master, even my father, but on the day I achieved enlightenment, he tore off his disguise and turned into a beast. All my cultivation was destroyed, and my years of practice were wasted on him. Then I was sold to a brothel. If I hadn't met the people of the demonic cult you mentioned, perhaps I would have spent my life as someone else's plaything, and then, when I grew old and lost my beauty, I would have been driven out of the brothel and wandered the streets again. Little girl, you have a good heart, but don't learn those hypocritical faces; they're disgusting!
As she spoke, Chen Yanxue got up and went to the table. She didn't know why she would say such things in front of this man, but she felt very uncomfortable when she heard him say "shameless" just now.
In fact, over the years, she has heard all sorts of things about herself in the martial arts world, but most people have died at her hands, so gradually she stopped caring about what others thought.
From the moment she lost all hope that year, she no longer cared what kind of person she was or how others viewed her.
Perhaps it was the naivety of youth that reminded her of herself many years ago, like that girl who was homeless and could be tricked out of her life with just a steamed bun.
She was furious, though she didn't know where the anger came from, but it made even a seasoned veteran like her somewhat unable to control herself.
Suddenly, a boy's remorseful voice came from beside the bed behind me, "I'm sorry..."
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