The entire palace, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, was tinged with a crimson hue.
Night fell.
The sounds inside the room seemed to quiet down for a while.
However, not long after, the ambiguous voices rang out again.
It continued until late at night.
None of the maids had ever seen anything like this before.
They started to worry, so... what should they do?
They've only ever cleaned up corpses and remains, but they never knew what to do after the spring breeze had passed.
To collect the body of that male concubine?
Or... should we brew some ginseng for that male concubine to nourish his body, so he won't be drained dry?
Well, in the minds of all the maids, their ruthless cult leader was also the kind of man who was incredibly prolific in bed.
In the end, it couldn't be the cult leader who died from exhaustion; it could only be that male concubine, Xiao Yu.
The next morning.
The Demonic Cult's palace was tightly shut.
There was no sound in the room.
Everything was quiet.
Until, from the bright red Luofu warm tent, a slender hand reached out and lifted the bed curtains.
Gradually, the things on the bed began to become clear.
Feng Yu's hair was loose, and the desire in her eyes had dissipated, leaving behind an aloofness.
He was extremely handsome; one glance at him and you felt that this was what a peaceful and idyllic life looked like.
A white undergarment, loosely worn on her body.
His dark eyes slowly moved down, sweeping over the person in his arms.
He remained silent, his eyes lowered, lost in thought.
Then he saw the person in his arms curled up into a ball, pressed against his chest, clutching his clothes tightly.
Her cheeks still had a lingering blush and were stained with wet tear tracks.
Her lips were somewhat red and swollen.
Starting from the neck, bluish-purple hickeys stretched downwards.
It spread little by little across that delicate, flawless skin.
She was only wrapped in a thin white sheet, which was suspiciously damp.
Her unconscious actions while sleeping showed how much she trusted him, how she entrusted herself to him completely.
He raised his hand, gently stroking her shoulder, moving upwards, tracing her artery, and finally landing on her head.
If he exerts just a little force now...
She could die instantly.
That arrogant, tyrannical cult leader, hated by the world, will completely disappear from this world.
A soft, delicate voice came from my arms.
"Hmm..."
Su Yan shifted, snuggling even closer into Feng Yu's embrace, as if trying to rub against this warm source of heat.
His eyes were dark, and in the end he could only sigh and gently stroke her hair.
I don't know how much time passed, I only know that the sun was high in the sky outside.
It will be at least noon.
He looked at the person in his arms who was still asleep, lowered his eyes to examine her carefully, then leaned close to her ear and spoke softly.
"The leader, the leader?"
Su Yan moved her head and felt a tickle in her ears.
Then, I heard that sound again.
"Master, the sun is already high in the sky."
After a while, Su Yan opened her eyes.
She blinked, looking at her naked body and her little male lover's disheveled clothes, with bite marks and nail scratches on his chest.
The scenes from last night flashed through my mind instantly.
Before long, her eyes were clear.
He opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse.
"You, you were drugged with aphrodisiacs yesterday."
Feng Yu's eyelids twitched, her voice was very soft and shallow, and her thin lips slowly uttered words.
“Master, no matter what happened last night, Xiao Yu is now your person.”
Su Yan listened and took a while to process what she heard.
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