I am an incredibly handsome man, and my fiancée refuses to call off the engagement even at the cost

Ye Zhixin?

The second mistress of Mingxiu Palace, she is Song Yan's master.

Gu Yan was very surprised.

She is Song Yan's mentor, so we can't just ignore her.

Gu Yan wanted to step forward again, but seeing Ye Zhixin struggling to stay upright, her body trembling, her forehead covered in cold sweat, and her eyes filled with fear of him, he said gently, "Second Palace Master Ye, I have no ill intentions. If I really wanted to do something wrong, even if you weren't injured now, you wouldn't have had any chance of escaping."

Although Gu Yan was telling the truth, it angered Ye Zhixin. She was already seriously injured and poisoned, and in her anger, the poison attacked her heart, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood. The sword in her hand fell to the ground, and her body fell backward.

Gu Yan dodged and caught her.

Ye Zhixin collapsed limply into Gu Yan's arms. She smelled a faint fragrance, like plum blossoms mixed with orchids. She felt Gu Yan's gaze on her exposed chest. Extremely ashamed and indignant, she no longer had the strength to struggle; her consciousness was even blurring. She bit her cherry lips and uttered:

"You...you dare touch me? I'll never...I'll never let you get away with this..."

She just fainted.

Gu Yan placed her on the ground, revealing her exposed, high breasts. Several black spots on her snow-white skin emanated a dark aura, and the surrounding skin was red and swollen, with spiderweb-like red and black blood vessels. She had been injured by the poisonous thorns of the demonic vine, which had pierced into her flesh and needed to be pulled out.

There is still a wound on the abdomen; the injury has only been treated simply and requires medication.

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The rain was still falling outside, pouring down.

A bonfire was lit inside the cave.

When Ye Zhixin woke up, she found herself leaning against a rock, covered with a blanket. Opposite her was a young man in white wearing a silver mask.

She was startled and sat up straight, immediately checking herself. She was naked, with bandages wrapped around her waist and chest, but felt no other discomfort; the poison had been neutralized. The lecherous demon hadn't touched her; in fact, he had even healed her wounds.

Even if her innocence wasn't violated, her body was still exposed to the other party, who even removed the poisonous thorns, applied medicine, and bandaged her up. Who knows how many times she was touched or how much they took advantage of her during that time?

She reached out and hugged the blanket to cover herself, her face flushed with shame and indignation: "You, you..."

She gritted her teeth, but couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

Gu Yan looked away and said to her:

"Your condition was critical, so I could only remove the poisonous thorn and clean your wounds. Your clothes were also contaminated with poison, so I had to take them off and throw them away. I was thinking of helping you put your clothes back on, but I don't own any women's clothing, nor have I ever dressed a woman before."

As soon as Gu Yan spoke, Ye Zhixin's face turned even redder, burning hot.

"Now that you're awake, get dressed yourself. You should have spare clothes in your storage ring, right?" Gu Yan said, standing up and walking towards the cave entrance. It was still raining heavily outside. He stopped at the cave entrance, standing there with his back to Ye Zhixin, admiring the rain scene outside.

Ye Zhixin watched his retreating figure, hurriedly took out her clothes from her storage ring, and quickly put them on.

Gu Yan estimated that it was about time and turned to look at her. Ye Zhixin saw him approaching, biting her lip, still looking embarrassed and indignant. She had cultivated for hundreds of years and had never encountered such an embarrassing situation.

The thought that he had seen her body, perhaps even touched her entire body, made her want to stab him to death. But then, he was the one who saved her. This lecherous monster actually saved her instead of taking advantage of her? What was his scheme?

"What...what do you mean?" Ye Zhixin asked warily.

"What do you mean?" Gu Yan asked.

"Why did you save me?" Ye Zhixin stared at the eyes revealed beneath Gu Yan's mask.

Gu Yan picked up a twig and threw it into the burning pile of firewood: "Helping others is a pleasure."

Ye Zhixin: "..."

Helping others for pleasure? Are you kidding me? A lecherous demon helping others for pleasure?

Seeing that she didn't believe her, Gu Yan sighed inwardly. Was Li Bai's reputation beyond saving?

Inside the cave, a campfire burned, crackling sounds echoing from time to time.

Gu Yan remained silent, and Ye Zhixin stared at him without saying a word.

Ye Zhixin's heart was filled with complex emotions. She had thought that she was going to be ravaged by this lecherous demon, but unexpectedly, he saved her. Helping others for the sake of helping others? Who would believe him? He hadn't spared a single member of the Pingyuan Marquis's family; he had defiled them all. Tan Yue, in particular, had been kidnapped and drained of her essence for two months.

He must have had ulterior motives for saving me.

Ye Zhixin remained wary of Gu Yan, her eyes fixed on her, her entire body tense, as if she were in the same cave as a prehistoric beast. Gu Yan, however, simply listened quietly to the rain outside, seemingly oblivious to Ye Zhixin's presence.

Ye Zhixin stared at his face, recalling the rumors that he was an unparalleled handsome man, and couldn't help but be curious about his appearance.

The mask completely covered his face, revealing only his snow-white skin and raven-black hair. His white robes looked even more pristine and spotless against his raven-feather-colored hair. He exuded a sense of holy transcendence, a quality that was hard to associate with the word "sex demon."

Ye Zhixin's gaze moved from Gu Yan's face to his chest, and then to his hand, where he held a twig, occasionally poking at the firewood.

His hands were flawless in the firelight; they were so long and fair that even Ye Zhixin, a woman, couldn't help but sigh that they were truly perfect hands.

A faint fragrance permeated the air. There were no flowers in this cave, so where did the fragrance come from?

Ye Zhixin remembered the scent she smelled before she collapsed; it was his scent.

She couldn't help but sniff a few times, then her face flushed and she became annoyed with herself for doing this. She glared at Gu Yan across from her, who was doing nothing, and cursed in her heart: Why does a stinky man make himself smell so good?

If Gu Yan knew what Ye Zhixin was thinking, she would definitely feel that she had been wronged.

Although the nobles of Yunlan Realm, both men and women, love to use incense, not only to perfume their clothes but also to wear sachets, he didn't do any of that. His natural body odor and even his sweat smelled sweet, which was something he couldn't control or choose.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want this succubus constitution; he just wanted to be an ordinary handsome guy like in his previous life.

Ye Zhixin stared at Gu Yan, and as she looked, a strange emotion welled up inside her. The more she looked at Gu Yan, the more she felt that he had an extraordinary temperament, and the more curious she became about his appearance. But she quickly realized the change in her emotions, and her heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself: What powerful seductive arts! I almost fell for it.

While her heart was in turmoil, she also began to hate Gu Yanlai, that despicable lecher who had seduced her.

If Gu Yan knew what she was thinking, she would probably sigh and say, "I was just breathing."

The rain stopped, and Gu Yan stood up, looking at Ye Zhixin: "I have things to do. If you can leave on your own, then leave. If you can wait, then wait here for a few days. I will send you out of Xuan Yin Ridge after I finish my business."

Without waiting for Ye Zhixin to speak, golden light surged from his body, and he transformed into a golden rainbow that disappeared into the distant dense forest.