Qian Che didn't even spare him a glance.
He even thought he was alright, yet he dared to bully his senior sister. If it weren't for his pursuit of goodness in cultivation, he would have torn Zhuo Fan to pieces long ago.
Before Zhuo Fan could finish speaking, he was thrown out of the Wuji Sect by a force.
Zhuo Fan's fate left his followers looking at each other in bewilderment and hiding to the side. No one dared to discuss Nan Zhi behind her back, fearing that they too would be expelled from the Wuji Sect like Zhuo Fan.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, today's competition has been suspended.
The disciples all returned to their respective cultivation areas.
Qian Che glanced at Shi Yuan, suppressed his anger, and apologized to Nan Zhi: "Senior sister, I'm sorry. You told me before. Although I was angry, I didn't tell anyone. Please don't misunderstand me."
“Junior brother, don’t worry. I know your character. He must have seen it somewhere.”
Despite Nan Zhi's words, Qian Che was still somewhat annoyed, and he glared fiercely at Shi Yuan.
"Shi Yuan, if it weren't for you, your master wouldn't be the subject of so much gossip today."
"Do you know that you almost ruined your master's reputation!"
Qian Che's words, and the way Shi Yao and the others looked at him and Nan Zhi, all stirred up Shi Yuan's sensitive and guilty heart.
Back in Kunyu Palace, he looked at Nanzhi, his thin lips pursed repeatedly.
"Master, I'm sorry."
Seeing his serious expression, Nanzhi couldn't help but laugh: "What are you apologizing for?"
“Uncle Qianche is right, it’s all my fault.”
Nanzhi asked him, "If time could turn back, would you still confess your feelings to me that day?"
Shi Yuan answered without hesitation: "Yes."
No matter how many times time could be reversed, he would make the same choice.
Nanzhi walked up to him and hugged his waist: "Then I also want to tell you that I can do it too."
The body that leaned in was soft and delicate, a quality only he knew. He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to stroke the fluffy top of her hair.
She was so certain only because of the Love Flower poison.
Why does his heart still feel so empty and sad, even though everything she's doing is exactly what he wanted?
Because he knew it was all fake.
The real master must hate him to the core.
As he thought this, the sadness in his heart grew stronger. As if to forget it, he leaned down and kissed her lips fiercely. Regardless of the inappropriate location, he pressed her against the pillar and "bullied" her severely.
It seemed that only in this way could he prove that she belonged to him.
Even if she's shy, she won't refuse him in these matters.
After he had finished indulging himself, he saw her rubbing her stomach in discomfort, and only then did he vaguely remember what she had said to the disciples.
"Master, you said you lied to them about being pregnant, right?"
He still didn't quite believe it, always thinking that Nan Zhi had only pretended to be pregnant so that she could be with him better.
Unexpectedly, Nan Zhi pulled his hand and placed it on her stomach.
“I didn’t lie to them.” Nan Zhi’s eyes shone with maternal light. “I’m telling the truth, A Yuan, I’m pregnant with your child.”
Shi Yuan was truly shocked this time.
He looked at Nanzhi in disbelief.
"It's been over four months, but I'm still not very pregnant. Ayuan, are you looking forward to our baby?"
Shi Yuan stared incredulously at her still flat stomach. He was stunned, and it took him a long time to find the words: "Mine?"
Nanzhi's eyes reddened: "Ayuan, are you doubting me?"
Shi Yuan hurriedly explained, "No, no, Master, I'm just... just too shocked..."
Seeing his incoherent speech, Nanzhi smiled, "I know you probably don't believe it, but Ayuan, the child is really yours. I only have... only you as my man."
She pursed her lips shyly and nestled in Shi Yuan's arms.
Looking at the marks on her body, Shi Yuan remembered how much of a jerk he had been earlier.
The guilt in his eyes returned.
He stroked her belly: "Master, did I make you uncomfortable just now?"
Nanzhi buried her head in his arms, like a quail.
"...It hurts a little."
"I'm sorry, Master, I thought you weren't pregnant." His eyes darkened slightly as he conjured a bottle of medicine that could remove the marks and personally applied it to her.
His movements were gentle and meticulous. As he applied the ointment, he said to her, "Next time, if you feel uncomfortable or don't want it, just tell me, okay?"
Nanzhi silently rolled her eyes.
She had already said it before; he still thought she was just playing around with him.
On the surface, she looked at him with an air of romantic infatuation: "But won't you be unhappy?"
Shi Yuan felt even more guilty. He leaned down and kissed her lips: "No, Master's health is the most important thing."
However, when faced with someone who repeatedly called for a halt, he decisively broke his promise for that day.
Of course, that's a story for later; right now, Namzhi is deeply moved.
"Ah Yuan, you're so kind."
She followed his example, leaned over, and kissed his lips as well.
After the kiss, she couldn't help but ask, "Ah Yuan, why haven't you called me 'wife' since then?"
He always called her Master.
Shi Yuan's expression was somewhat complicated.
Nanzhi was unaware that he had his own selfish motives.
Since that incident, he has never called her "wife".
The two were deeply entwined, and even in the depths of their passion, he still called her Master.
It was as if in this way, she was not poisoned by the Love Flower, and the person she was close to was still her favorite master.
Looking at Nan Zhi, who was full of doubt, he smiled slightly with a doting tone, "Do you like me calling you 'wife'?"
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