Chapter 280

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

"Didn't expect Your Majesty's culinary skills to be quite good."

Feicui wore only Xuan Ge's Dragon Robe, the front wide open, half her body exposed, the sphere utterly unable to conceal it.

She sat on the bed with legs splayed, taking small mouthfuls of the meat soup Xuan Ge fed her.

A veritable transformation from a cool, aloof older sister into a lovestruck little woman.

"After all, I care quite a bit about the mess. Especially the Divine Martial Army's diet — if they can't eat their fill or eat well, what kind of soldiers are they?"

Xuan Ge smiled, scooped another spoonful, and brought it to her lips.

Feicui parted her pink lips and ate it.

With every bite she took, she scooted another inch into Xuan Ge's arms, pursed her lips, and suddenly spoke softly:

"Your Majesty~~ my tummy hurts~"

Xuan Ge lowered his head and glanced at the patch of pink on her lower abdomen that had yet to fade.

He reached out and pulled her fully into his embrace, his left palm pressing against her lower abdomen, rubbing slowly: "Eat it yourself, I'll rub it for you."

"Mm." Feicui took the bowl and spoon, scooped a spoonful into her mouth, and mumbled indistinctly.

"Say, Your Majesty, aren't you going to watch the later matches?"

"Nothing to watch. Fen Feng and Huang Quan — I'd never let those two take the field. Jing Yuan, just let him play around — as for the rest, I already know who'll win."

Xuan Ge explained, but his palm had already slid down a few inches dishonestly, "If Fen Feng truly wants to fight for the thrill, I'll take the field and give him a thrill."

"There hurts too~~ all Your Majesty's fault~ propped me up so much I can't take it anymore~"

Feicui let out a soft moan, making no move to stop his hand.

"Your Majesty Weng Fa Luo Si, does this mean you're preparing to leave after the Star Sky Martial Arts ends?"

"Yeah, the fruit's already been given to Bai E. Once he returns, Xi Lian will know the fruit has come, and she'll complete the loop."

"Hah mm~~ Your Majesty's no good.... that place needs to go slowly~" Feicui trembled, immediately letting out a delicate cry, "But I still have here~"

She gently set the bowl and spoon back on the bedside table, turned around, threw her arms around Xuan Ge's neck, and kissed him with lips hazy and blurred.

Xuan Ge naturally lowered his head in response.

Anyway, this was Feicui's final dance today — if she really used her mouth again, Feicui would burn out completely.

While kissing, Feicui freed a hand to coil up her scattered long hair.

Her hand had just reached the back of her head when the door was knocked with a thud-thud.

"Xuan Ge!"

Feicui's hand shook, the half-coiled strands all fell loose, sliding down from her shoulders.

This voice was Hei Ta.

She hurriedly released Xuan Ge's lips, both hands still raised behind her head maintaining the hair-coiling pose.

Her whole body like a mistress caught in the act, she hurriedly wrapped the Dragon Robe tight and burrowed under the blanket, the quilt pulled over her head, only a wisp of hair left showing outside.

Hei Ta's voice crashed in again.

"Xuan Ge! You've got the guts to hide a woman, how come you haven't got the guts to open the door!"

Xuan Ge sat on the bed's edge, even more flustered than Feicui.

He hadn't watched Hei Ta's match.

Only knew the debate topic was "What is Divinity"; as for what happened after, he hadn't taken in a single word.

Feicui revealed a pair of eyes from above the blanket's edge, seeing Xuan Ge frozen there unmoving.

Her heart suddenly warmed.

Xuan Ge had truly been keeping the then-comatose her company, hadn't even spared a glance at the match.

She took a deep breath, flipped the blanket down.

Figured it out.

She wasn't a mistress — she'd known Xuan Ge longer than Hei Ta, her figure blew Hei Ta out of the water, and although she ate later than Hei Ta, she was still a Consort.

What was there to be afraid of?

"You.... what are you doing?" Xuan Ge watched Feicui wrap the Dragon Robe tight and walk out, a bit dumbfounded.

Not to mention, wearing his Dragon Robe, the aura on Feicui's body grew richer and richer.

Slap.

Xuan Ge raised his hand and gave himself a resounding slap.

Stay sharp, don't get led astray by the Great Lily's thoughts.

".... Eh." Feicui looked back at Xuan Ge suddenly slapping himself, didn't understand.

But the top priority right now was to deal with that little witch at the door who kept huffing and puffing.

She walked over barefoot and pulled the door open.

"Si Gou Huang Di you—"

Hei Ta had only opened a crack when the detector had already scanned the breath inside the room through and through.

Besides Xuan Ge, only Feicui.

And a room full of female physiological scent — all Feicui's.

The door swung wide open.

Feicui crossed her arms and stared straight at Hei Ta.

Hei Ta likewise crossed her arms and stared straight at Feicui.

The two of them faced off like this, one above the other, neither retreating half a step.

"Black Tower Lady, cursing Xuan Huang as a dog emperor is a capital crime."

Feicui leaned against the doorframe, her legs still trembling unconsciously.

Xuan Ge's strength was too great; even now she could not stand steady, her knees bumping lightly together from time to time.

"That was flirting. And from this moment on — only I may call Xuan Ge dog emperor."

Hei Ta narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at Feicui dressed in Xuan Ge's dragon robe.

Her gaze paused for an instant on the sphere at the dragon robe's collar that could not be covered, and her tone grew even colder.

"You two, neither of you are allowed to call him that."

"Xuan Ge didn't go watch your match. But you still have Ruan Mei, hasn't she been accompanying you all along?"

Feicui smiled, her peripheral gaze passing over Hei Ta's shoulder and landing on Ruan Mei sitting quietly on the living room sofa.

The matter of Ruan Mei sneaking food behind Hei Ta's back a few days ago, she knew about it.

"Hehe." Hei Ta gave a cold laugh, did not turn to look at Ruan Mei, her gaze still nailed to Feicui's face.

"Xuan Ge, not coming out to explain? Letting a woman stand platform for you — could it be you've been ground down into a skinny dog by the harem beauties?"

"Don't make your Xuan Ge laugh." Feicui turned sideways to block the line of sight, her words carrying a trace of provocation only two women could understand.

"I at least reach the abdomen. But you — should be reaching the stomach, right?"

"You!" Hei Ta's ear roots flushed red instantly.

In her mind instantly surfaced the scene of herself being lifted in reverse by Xuan Ge, only able to watch helplessly as her belly rose and fell again and again.

That kind of stimulation surged up from the depths of memory, she could barely even grip her staff.

Feicui saw that Hei Ta's anger had already leaked away by half, and knew it was time to give her a way down.

She leaned forward, pressing her chest against Hei Ta's chest, drawing close to her ear, and lightly exhaled a breath of hot air:

"Hei Ta — Xuan Ge's fire is very big right now. I alone can't handle it, how about...."

Hei Ta's whole body trembled, a patch of pink spreading from her ear roots to her neck.

Feicui straightened up satisfied, walked past Hei Ta to sit opposite Ruan Mei, and settled down with composure.

"Tch." Hei Ta forcibly endured Ruan Mei's not-so-friendly gaze, hardening her scalp and walked inside.

She turned her hand back to grip the doorknob, *click* — locked the door.

Feicui looked at Ruan Mei, "Stop looking. Didn't you use your lips to help Xuan Ge wash his fingers properly?"

"Mhm." Ruan Mei's nasal sound rang lightly, she did not confront Feicui tit for tat.

She picked up the teacup on the tea table and took a sip, this account, she noted it down.

Inside the bedroom.

Hei Ta stood before Xuan Ge, her gaze not knowing where to rest.

His upper body was bare, below only a pair of black trousers.

Xuan Ge is her own husband, she could barely hold herself back.

Xuan Ge also did not procrastinate.

Feicui had already laid the steps this flat, if he didn't step down now he'd be a fool.

He rose and walked before Hei Ta, giving her no reaction time, directly picking her up whole.

"What are you doing —" Hei Ta pressed both hands against his chest.

Her mouth was still resisting, but her ear roots were already red through, the force pushing him soft as if touching a heated iron plate.

"Doing what?" Xuan Ge tilted his head, a wicked smile floating at the corner of his mouth, "Of course — triggering your defeat CG, Hei Ta."

He held Hei Ta and instantly appeared in the viewing room.

Hei Ta's whole body stiffened, mechanically turning her head.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the audience seats were densely packed with people, the competition platform was proceeding with the next match, the commentator's voice faintly transmitting through the glass.

"Wait.... wait wait wait!"

Hei Ta's tongue tied from stimulation, she couldn't even speak clearly.

Xuan Ge gave her not the slightest chance to escape.

He gave Hei Ta the exact same treatment as Feicui, arranged without change.

Hands clasping her waist hollows, he gently pulled her toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

"I said I was watching the match — why didn't you believe me?"

As his words fell, the color of those stockings on Hei Ta's thighs had already begun to deepen visibly.

She clawed at the glass with both hands, forehead pressed against the icy surface, muttering a curse indistinctly, but no one could hear clearly.