Chapter 260: Has This World Gone Mad?

On that side, Ye Tinglan grabbed Lu Xingzhou into the courtyard and immediately pinned the little man against the wall.

Seeing the man wear an expression of enduring humiliation and heavy burdens, as if he were an innocent young man being forced, Ye Tinglan simply couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you pretending? You're obviously dying of lust."

Compared to Yuan Muyu back then—Yuan Muyu truly hadn't realized that this little man, while seemingly being teased, was actually lecherous and taking advantage—Ye Tinglan knew clearly from start to finish that all his weakness was just a way to take advantage.

Those eyes, seemingly "terrified," actually kept glancing at her red lips; that was not merely expecting a kiss from her, but clearly hiding a burning desire to gnaw down viciously. Regarding the accusation of "obviously dying of lust," Lu Xingzhou offered no rebuttal.

Ye Tinglan felt her teasing was simply playing with fire, yet she was addicted.

She rose slightly on her tiptoes, leaning close to the man's ear again, speaking softly: "Get well soon, and Mr. will give more rewards. If you keep pretending day after day that you can't even hold a bowl steady, then I'll..."

I'll do what? But half.

Ye Tinglan herself didn't know whether she hoped he would recover sooner or hoped he would stay weak for a few more days.

Watching the ears that turned red quickly because she leaned close to whisper, she unconsciously touched them lightly. Feeling the man's muscles tense up rapidly, Ye Tinglan smiled until her eyes curved.

The man's hand unconsciously wrapped around her waist again; Ye Tinglan spun lightly and broke free, smiling as she said: "I'll go make porridge first. You read your book properly. When I come back, I'll test you on the third section of the Metal and Stone Method."

Lu Xingzhou watched her beautiful figure disappear around the corner, his shoulders slumped, and he hunched his body, shuffling over to the stone table in the courtyard.

A woman fully ripe, once she lets go of those little shackles in her heart, can truly be deadly...

Lu Xingzhou took out the Alchemy Book and looked at it, but in reality his mind drifted; his thoughts simply couldn't focus on studying. If this was Mr.'s method to urge students to study, it could be declared a failure.

Speaking of which, during these few days of cohabitation, there was another very special tenderness.

Most of Lu Xingzhou's three meals a day were made by Ye Tinglan herself, such as the porridge on the first day.

On the first day, she only felt bad because he was injured and couldn't move for her sake; she had nothing to give back, so there was no need for the food to go through the inn's hands. Making it herself allowed her to add some medicinal ingredients.

After all, she was an Alchemist.

And although that day she shouted that there would be no more porridge later and to buy simple things like sweet potato buns, the actual implementation never happened; Ye Tinglan still made porridge.

After all, being able to make medicinal porridge was incomparable to sweet potatoes.

Since porridge was being made, if someone deliberately pretended they couldn't hold it and let Mr. feed them, that was perfectly normal. One was clearly pretending, the other knew he was pretending, yet they still fed each other mouthful by mouthful, sickeningly sweet.

Once she started kissing him voluntarily, he stopped pretending altogether; the face-to-face feeding turned into feeding while leaning on her shoulder.

That initial "Mother" call didn't seem to be in vain... Lu Xingzhou remembered that Anuo called her that first; if Anuo were here, facing such a scene, her little mouth would chatter nonstop about how many complaints she'd have.

But this state was too tender; Lu Xingzhou sank into it and would be willing even if criticized.

Just now, when going out to move around, he bought some simple herbs to replenish qi and blood; my lord didn't carry such low-end items. Right now, Ye Tinglan had slipped into the inn's kitchen, pondering what kind of medicinal porridge to make for the man today.

Lu Xingzhou sat in the courtyard reading, but what he looked forward to in his heart was how to lean later.

During the previous few days, even while pretending to be weak, he could only lean on her shoulder. The man's heart itched as he kept pondering taking the next step, wondering if he could lean into that soft embrace... Mr. never agreed to this step.

Just as she only ever agreed to kiss his cheek like a child, wanting to recreate the mouth-to-mouth feeding of the alchemical pills when he was first injured, she had never succeeded in all these days.

Progress was still a little lacking.

The current template was ultimately just Mr. taking care of a little puppy; something was missing. No matter how much she let go of her status, it didn't mean she had to be shameless with a man; the current situation was already shameless enough for Ye Tinglan...

Just as his thoughts drifted, the courtyard door was knocked upon.

Lu Xingzhou was stunned; during these days of seclusion, logically Ye Tinglan hadn't told Su Yuan the specific address, so how did someone still come knocking?

Holding the Alchemy Book, he went to the door and peeked through the crack; his heart gave a thump, and he almost flung the book away.

How did Bai Mao find this place?

At this moment, planning to lean into the embrace was pointless; it would be a blessing if he didn't turn the just-ripe Mr. back into the frowning my lord.

The knocking grew more urgent; it felt like if he kept the door shut, someone would kick it in... Lu Xingzhou clenched cold sweat, composed himself, and opened the door with a look of surprise: "Miss Qingli, why are you here?"

"It really is you; I thought I saw wrong before." Dugu Qingli entered the door, turning her head left and right, seeing no one else: "Just now, it seemed someone was with you?"

Lu Xingzhou was covered in sweat: "Um... um, yes, there was..."

"Who is it?" Dugu Qingli simply couldn't believe that was her master; she preferred to think her eyes deceived her and she made a mistake.

"It's... your master's younger sister, also a junior sister."

Dugu Qingli was stunned; she had cultivated on the glacier since childhood and rarely came into contact with internal affairs of the Heavenly Yao Holy Land. She had heard her master had a younger sister, but she had never seen her, and no one had ever told her that was Yan Jun.

In fact, very few people knew that Yan Jun was the my lord's sister; this belonged to secrets and also counted as a Heavenly Yao scandal, known only to a very small number of high-level members.