Qingyuan placed the person on the bed.
Her black hair was spread out, making her face appear even more radiant and beautiful, with red lips and white teeth.
Feeling drowsy, Shen Zhiyi relaxed, her red lips slightly parted, revealing a hint of unconscious allure.
Qingyuan lowered his eyes, using the moonlight to trace her face.
The demonic power gradually faded.
Her legs were partially visible, as if she was about to transform back into a fishtail.
He came to his senses.
Just as he was about to leave, Shen Zhiyi suddenly reached out and grabbed the sash of his wide robe.
"Um...give me back the ledger..."
She frowned slightly and pulled back forcefully.
Qingyuan lost his balance and stumbled forward, falling onto her.
Shen Zhiyi pushed him away in displeasure, "Get up..."
In her sleep, she dreamt that she was being crushed by a mountain of account books, and she almost couldn't breathe.
She rolled over and pushed the heavy object on her body to the side.
Qingyuan was pushed to the inside of the bed by her.
Her clothes were also torn apart.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
He parted his thin lips slightly, about to rebuke him, when Shen Zhiyi clung to him like an octopus, her thighs hooking around his waist, her hands restlessly resting on his chest muscles, and she leaned against him.
Qingyuan suddenly froze.
Shen Zhiyi, however, took advantage of the situation and rested her head on his chest.
His skin was warm, smooth as jade, and had an excellent feel.
Even in her dream, Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but sigh, "Hmm..."
"Gold ingot...mine..."
"So comfortable..."
She murmured to herself, a slight, innocent smile playing on her lips.
Qingyuan's face darkened.
This woman treated him like a piece of gold or silver, embracing him at will!
"Hey, wake up," he said in a deep voice.
He stretched out a finger and pushed her forehead.
Shen Zhiyi slapped his hand away in dissatisfaction.
"Don't steal my gold ingots..." she frowned.
In her sleep, she vaguely heard someone say in her ear, "What gold ingots? They're all fake."
"Wake up, stop hugging me."
Fake?
Shen Zhiyi frowned fiercely, and out of anger, she leaned in close and bit her lip.
“It’s hard…really!” she argued even in her dream.
Qingyuan, however, froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
She just...
She bit his collarbone!
Warm breath sprayed onto his neck.
The soft touch on his lips and the pain from his collarbone intertwined, sending a jolt of electricity through his body!
He regained his senses, his breathing rapid.
Just as he was about to push her away, a change in his body surprised him even more—
His demonic power seems to have stabilized!
The legs, which had been flickering just moments before, were able to maintain their shape for an even longer time than before, and no longer reverted to a fish tail!
He stared in shock at the sleeping girl in his arms.
Could it be...
Is it only through close contact with her that her demonic power will slowly recover?
His eyes trembled as he stared at her in disbelief.
On the eaves.
A man dressed in black, wearing a veil and holding a hemp rope, silently approached Shen Zhiyi's boudoir.
He bent down, moved a corner of the tile aside, and looked down in the moonlight.
Sure enough, Shen Zhiyi was found fast asleep on the bed.
A dark glint flashed in his eyes.
Just as he was about to move the tile and jump down, a deathly pressure suddenly came from behind him.
He froze, then slowly turned his head.
A tall figure stood behind him, backlit by the moonlight.
The moonlight cast a huge shadow on him, and his body was surrounded by a murderous aura, as cold as the deep sea, pressing in.
The assassin was so frightened that his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.
The tile slammed back onto the roof.
He then awoke with a start, drew his short sword, abruptly stood up, and pointed it menacingly at the man in front of him.
"Who are you?!"
Qingyuan raised his cold eyes, his voice seeming to come from hell, and said in a low voice, "And who are you?"
The assassin swallowed hard.
He thrust the short sword forward a few more inches, and said fiercely, "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"
The words were spoken.
A thin droplet of water suddenly approached and wrapped around his neck.
The next second, the water droplet transformed into the man's large hand.
He had gotten close without anyone noticing!
Qingyuan moved his neck, lowered his eyes, and glanced at the man under his palm.
She tugged at her lips.
"Now, can you tell me who you are?"
His expression was gentle.
Dressed in white robes, standing tall and elegant, he resembled the noblest gentleman in the world.
But the finger bones tightened slowly and mercilessly.
With a murderous intent like that of the Grim Reaper.
The assassin stared in terror, his breath caught in his throat, and bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes.
The short sword fell to the ground with a clatter.
Terrified, he clung to his large hand, forcing out a trembling cry for help from his throat.
"It was...it was Li Xianchuan who sent me."
Qingyuan released her hand.
Explain clearly.
He turned his hands behind his back, his voice calm and even.
The assassin, terrified, turned pale and spilled the beans.
"Lord Li has always been interested in Miss Shen, but she has never been willing to give him a chance."
"This time, Lord Li heard that Miss Shen's cargo ship has encountered trouble and lost a large number of orders. If she does not have enough money to keep the business running, her other businesses may also suffer."
"That's why he risked his life to come here, tie up Miss Shen, and go to her residence to discuss things."
"If...if only..."
The assassin looked up and glanced at Qingyuan. Seeing his cold and fierce expression, he was immediately terrified.
He lowered his head again and said tremblingly, "If she agrees to submit to Lord Li this time, Lord Li will take out money to help her through this difficult time."
"Otherwise, we'll force her into marriage and then take her life!"
After he finished speaking, he knelt down there.
I dared not utter a sound.
Half of Qingyuan's face was hidden in the shadows, his expression unreadable.
"Why didn't you take action before?" he asked.
The assassin immediately replied, "Miss Shen has a fiery temper and has never been polite to Lord Li before."
"Lord Li is afraid that if he uses force, she will harm herself, and then he will never get to enjoy such a beautiful woman... But now that she has no hope, he doesn't believe she won't obey..."
Before he could finish speaking, a water blade suddenly swept across his neck.
Pfft—
Blood splattered.
The assassin's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground, dead.
Qingyuan turned around, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
As if that wasn't enough, he turned his palm over again.
The man in black was immediately pierced by several water blades, torn to pieces, and turned into dust under the moonlight, disappearing completely.
Qingyuan flicked his sleeves.
"Filthy language, disturbing people's peaceful hearing." He glanced indifferently at the crescent moon hanging in the sky.
That layer of frost seemed to seep into his eyes as well.
His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he opened his lips.
"Li, Xian, Chuan".
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