72 Blame the System
Yan Zhen was taken aback.
“Practice beforehand?”
Zi Xunyi’s cheeks were flushed, making her look even more beautiful.
“You must be very experienced, right? Then teach me~”
“I can… but…”
“Don’t misunderstand! I-I’m just worried I won’t be good at it and will affect… affect the process. We can’t delay Ling’er’s situation any longer.”
“Mm-hmm.” Yan Zhen smiled. “I know.”
“If it’s inconvenient, then forget it.” Zi Xunyi felt uncomfortable under his gaze, as if he could see right through her. She regretted her impulsive words. “I-I’ll just go back and read.”
She turned to leave.
Yan Zhen reached out and grabbed her wrist, gently pulling her. She let out a soft cry and fell sideways onto his lap, her soft buttocks sinking into his thighs.
She was wearing a nightgown. Although warm, the fabric was thin, and whether intentionally or not, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, the feeling of skin against skin very distinct.
Zi Xunyi’s heart raced. She turned to meet Yan Zhen’s gentle gaze, blushing even more, and lowered her head, shyly waiting for his next move.
Yan Zhen put one arm around her slender waist, releasing her wrist and gently caressing her cheek, making her look at him.
“I’ll teach you now. You have to learn carefully—no, you have to learn with your body.”
Zi Xunyi blinked, then wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned down, and pecked him lightly on the lips.
“Is… is this right?”
Seeing his future wife so cute and obedient, Yan Zhen’s heart raced, and he kissed her again.
This time, he wasn’t gentle, his tongue invading her mouth.
Zi Xunyi closed her eyes, responding to his kiss, mimicking her actions from the dream, lost in the sensation.
Until Yan Zhen’s hand moved from her waist to her breast, she suddenly came back to her senses, her eyes widening slightly, soft moans escaping her lips as his fingers kneaded and caressed her.
His other hand gently stroked her leg. This three-pronged attack was too much for the inexperienced young woman to handle.
“Yan Zhen~”
Zi Xunyi’s face was flushed, her expression seductive, clearly aroused.
“It’s not the right time yet,” Yan Zhen said tenderly. “After everything is ready, we’ll… create a new body for Ling’er, and she’ll be our daughter again.”
Zi Xunyi buried her face in his shoulder and hummed softly in agreement.
Yan Zhen gazed at her beautiful face, flushed and alluring.
“Do you still… want it?”
Zi Xunyi blushed deeply.
“N-no.”
Yan Zhen smirked, leaned close to her ear, and whispered four words.
Zi Xunyi almost fainted from embarrassment. She bit her lip, then hesitantly parted her legs, her eyes closing as she watched his hand disappear beneath the hem of her nightgown.
Just as she was about to reach her peak, a knock came at the door, followed by Huangfu Wenqing’s voice:
“Yan Zhen, it’s me. Are you asleep?”
Zi Xunyi’s body trembled, and she covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a cry.
Yan Zhen was also startled. He quickly withdrew his hand, circulated his Mystic Power to dry it, and replied, “What is it, Wenqing?”
“I can’t sleep. I came to talk to you. Can I come in?”
“Of course. Wait a moment. I’ll open the door.”
Yan Zhen gently moved Zi Xunyi to a nearby chair and said, “Zi Ji, compose yourself. Don’t let Wenqing notice anything.”
Zi Xunyi, having just recovered, nodded.
Yan Zhen got up and opened the door. Huangfu Wenqing stood outside, her long green hair cascading down her left shoulder, giving her a mature, almost wife-like appearance. Her attire was also quite alluring.
She wore a light green nightgown that just covered her buttocks, a short, revealing chemise underneath, her long, slender legs bare, and her delicate feet in slippers.
The only flaw was her relatively flat chest, incomparable to her master’s.
Yan Zhen stared for a moment before looking away and smiling. “Come in.”
Huangfu Wenqing, noticing his gaze, blushed, a hint of smugness in her heart, and entered the room.
“Sorry to disturb you.”
Yan Zhen closed the door, turned around, and froze.
Because… he didn’t see Zi Xunyi.
He walked to the table, looking at the empty chair, a thought suddenly striking him.
—Could she be under the table? But why would she hide?
Huangfu Wenqing, looking at the two teacups on the table, said, her voice laced with suspicion, “That woman… was she here just now?”
Yan Zhen’s heart skipped a beat. He blinked and said, “Yes, she was.”
Huangfu Wenqing narrowed her eyes, thinking that Zi Xunyi was indeed up to something. She wondered what they had been doing.
The thought of her fiancé secretly meeting with his wife from a past life, alone in a room, likely engaging in intimate acts, made Huangfu Wenqing blush.
“She didn’t… do anything to you, did she?”
Yan Zhen quickly shook his head, trying to appear innocent.
Huangfu Wenqing was relieved, yet also slightly disappointed. After a pause, she asked, “Yan Zhen, do you… like her?”
Yan Zhen scratched his head and answered honestly, “Zi Ji… will be my wife in the future.”
So he did tell her…
Ever since she learned that Zi Xunyi was reborn, Huangfu Wenqing had been worried that she would tell Yan Zhen about their past, including her breaking off their engagement.
Huangfu Wenqing clenched her sleeves and said, her voice trembling slightly, “Then what about me? Do… do you not want me anymore?”
“Of course not.” Yan Zhen chose his words carefully. “We’re engaged. How could I not want you? Unless… you don’t want me, we won’t separate.”
“No matter what happens, I would never do that!” Huangfu Wenqing threw herself into Yan Zhen’s arms. “Even if I lose to you in the future, I’m willing to be your wife. And if you want to marry other women, I… I can accept that too… I like you so much, Yan Zhen, so, so much. Please don’t leave me, okay?”
Yan Zhen held her close and sighed inwardly.
Huangfu Wenqing was indeed different from the arrogant young lady in the script. He didn’t dislike her, but for the sake of the plot, he had to hurt her.
Specifically, he had to reveal his relationship with Yun Xiu.
Although Huangfu Wenqing was quite tolerant, learning that her fiancé was having an affair with her own Master would definitely be unacceptable, perhaps even shattering her resolve.
—Sigh, is this too cruel?
Such a good girl, yet she had to suffer like this.
—It’s all the system’s fault, with its stupid script, making it so difficult for me to act! Damn it!
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