68 The Fiancée’s Fetish is Getting Weirder
Hearing Zi Xunyi’s sharp voice, Huangfu Wenqing sucked on Yan Zhen’s tongue a few more times before reluctantly releasing it. She licked her lips, sat up, and said smugly, “That was just a little bit. It’s not enough. One more time.”
She leaned down to kiss Yan Zhen again.
Zi Xunyi quickly reached out, her fair hand blocking them.
Huangfu Wenqing paused and said teasingly, “What are you doing? Don’t disturb me while I’m transferring Qi to Yan Zhen.”
“Is that what you call transferring Qi?” Zi Xunyi said, annoyed. “You’re clearly taking advantage of him.”
Huangfu Wenqing snorted and said casually, “We’re engaged and about to be married. A little intimacy while transferring Qi, strengthening our bond as husband and wife, what’s wrong with that?”
“Of course there’s something wrong. Little Long Ying is right here! What if she wakes up and sees us?” Zi Xunyi retorted. “As adults, we should set a good example for children.”
Huangfu Wenqing glanced at the little Dragon Girl sleeping beside Yan Zhen and shrugged dismissively. “She’s not a child.”
Yan Zhen, having recovered some of his strength, forced a smile. “No need to transfer any more Qi, Wenqing. I can recover on my own.”
“Alright, you’re the injured one. Whatever you say.” Huangfu Wenqing’s expression softened. “I have some pills to restore Mystic Power.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. What’s mine is yours.”
“…”
“…”
Zi Xunyi silently clenched her fists.
She was usually calm and composed, her every action graceful and confident, possessing everything others lacked: beauty, talent, noble birth, and intelligence. However, when it came to matters of the heart, she was clueless, not knowing how to deal with jealousy or rivalry.
Facing Huangfu Wenqing, who was practically throwing everything she had at Yan Zhen after being reborn, Zi Xunyi felt a sense of frustration, her hidden girlish emotions surfacing.
“Yan Zhen,” Zi Xunyi said, blushing, “regarding… that matter, I’ve thought about it. Whenever you’re ready… it’s fine with me.”
“Eh?” Yan Zhen, who had been about to sit up, was stunned, then said with surprise, “Really?”
Zi Xunyi nodded weakly.
Yan Zhen said with concern, “You don’t have to force yourself. There’s still time. We can wait until we’re closer—”
“The sooner, the better. If something unexpected happens, we’ll regret it.”
“That’s true.”
Huangfu Wenqing, looking back and forth between them, asked suspiciously, “What are you talking about?”
“This…”
Yan Zhen didn’t know how to explain and scratched his cheek awkwardly.
Zi Xunyi blushed and smiled faintly. “It’s a personal matter between Yan Zhen and me, unrelated to you, Miss Wenqing.”
Huangfu Wenqing frowned, sensing something was going on between them.
A ray of sunlight through the window illuminated her green hair, making it even more vibrant.
“You focus on recovering. I’ll go downstairs and make something to eat. Little Long Ying will be hungry when she wakes up.”
“Thank you.”
Zi Xunyi gracefully left the room.
Yan Zhen turned to Huangfu Wenqing. “Then I’ll start recovering.”
Huangfu Wenqing pouted. “Wouldn’t it be better if I transferred some Qi to you?”
Yan Zhen smiled wryly. “This is Zi Ji’s room, after all. We should respect her privacy. And there’s also Long Ying…”
Huangfu Wenqing was unconvinced. “Fine, hurry up and recover. We’ll go find that Wen Canglan and settle the score later.”
Yan Zhen nodded and sat up.
As the blanket slipped down, revealing his toned upper body, Huangfu Wenqing stared, mesmerized.
Yan Zhen blushed, realizing he was practically naked, only wearing his elephant-print boxer briefs.
“Ahem, I-I’ll get dressed first.”
Although Huangfu Wenqing blushed, she didn’t look away, staring at him intently. “Should I help you?”
Yan Zhen was flustered. “No, it’s okay. I can do it myself.”
“Zi Xunyi can, but I, your fiancée, can’t?” Huangfu Wenqing felt both wronged and stubborn. “She undressed you, so she saw everything. I-I don’t want to lose to her!”
Thinking this, Huangfu Wenqing felt a strange thrill.
Zi Xunyi, taking advantage of Yan Zhen’s unconscious state, had undressed him and seen everything under the pretense of treating his injuries. She might have even touched his skin, felt his warmth, and perhaps even kept some… images as souvenirs to… enjoy later…
Ugh, he’s my fiancé, yet another woman took advantage of him like this. This is so frustrating!
Hearing this, Yan Zhen could only reluctantly agree to Huangfu Wenqing’s request. He moved Long Ying to the inside of the bed and sat on the edge, letting his fiancée dress him.
Huangfu Wenqing smiled, her heart pounding as she helped him dress, occasionally touching his muscles.
The thought that this was Zi Xunyi’s room, and Zi Xunyi was one of Yan Zhen’s wives in her previous life, made her even more excited.
—The young woman didn’t realize her fetish was becoming increasingly strange.
“Yan Zhen~”
“Hmm?”
Huangfu Wenqing, blushing, lowered her head and asked, “C-can I kiss you again?”
Ah, this… So direct? Yan Zhen wanted to refuse, as he intended to break off their engagement. But Huangfu Wenqing’s gaze was like a pet begging its owner for affection, making it hard to refuse.
Confirming that Zi Xunyi was downstairs, Yan Zhen nodded. “Just one kiss.”
Huangfu Wenqing blushed even more, her shyness mixed with happiness. She cupped Yan Zhen’s face and gently kissed him, mimicking her master from her memories, greedily savoring his taste.
The kiss deepened, moving from his lips to his chin, neck, and collarbone. Then, she lifted his shirt and kissed his chest, her hand moving downwards.
—This was what Yun Xiu did in my past life, both pleasing Yan Zhen and rejecting him, more than once.
Huangfu Wenqing remembered it clearly. When the Yan Emperor visited the Evergreen Sacred Ground, Yun Xiu, the Holy Master, personally received him. However, as soon as they were alone, Yan Zhen embraced her forcefully.
Yun Xiu, playing hard to get, quickly succumbed to his embrace, stopping him only when he tried to cross the final line, switching to other methods to fulfill her duties as his “lover.”
—Master, acting like that… so seductive.
Huangfu Wenqing’s breathing became heavier.
Yan Zhen, however, was startled. She had asked for one kiss, but she had kissed him multiple times, and now she was even touching him. Long Ying was still here!
“Wenqing, wait, we can’t do this.”
“This is… practice.”
Huangfu Wenqing mumbled, continuing her ministrations, clumsily yet earnestly attending to her fiancé’s morning arousal.
With Long Ying right there, Yan Zhen didn’t dare to struggle too much, closing his eyes and trying to suppress any sounds.
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