After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Are you comfortable?"

"How does it compare to that stupid dog?"

The boy's voice was low and husky, with a hint of seduction.

Amidst the rising steam, in the warm bath, someone appeared out of nowhere.

He was shirtless, half of his body leaning over the edge of the tub, one hand lightly clasped behind the girl's waist, the other hand braced against the edge of the tub, encircling her entirely between his arms and the tub wall.

The movements weren't rough, but they carried an irresistible force, firmly trapping her in the small space of warm soup, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Warm water droplets flowed into the bucket along the curves of his upper body, creating a shallow ripple.

He looked down at her, his breath falling on her burning forehead, carrying a light yet forceful aura. His eyes held an unyielding possessiveness. Despite his handsome features, he possessed an unyielding stubbornness that left no room for argument.

The moment she moved, the hand behind her waist tightened slightly, the force light yet steady, not a restraint, but a complete enclosure.

"Don't hide."

His voice, as if suppressing something, mingled with the humid mist, fell close to her ear.

The water rippled slightly, and floating petals gently brushed against her skin. His gaze swept over her wet eyes and cheeks, flushed from the hot water.

The air was filled with the fragrance of the person in front of me.

She was trapped between the warm soup and his embrace, surrounded by his scent, unable to escape or hide, even her breath was enveloped by him.

The whole person became something in his hands.

Su Ning sighed at his antics, but the boy behind her seemed to have received some kind of reward, and he worked even harder.

Her fingertips gently hooked the boy's fingers, which were dangling over the rim of the bucket, and she chuckled softly, "Look at you, what are you comparing yourself to a dog for?"

Thirteen is still at the age of being breastfed; whoever feeds it will become affectionate and clingy with it.

After eating, his favorite thing to do is to stick out his tongue and lick the other person's palm.

Didn't his actions just now make him look like a dog?

"So what? That dog was a gift from that stupid kid."

"I'm not comparing myself to a dog, I just don't want that stupid kid to outdo me."

He gently sniffed the fragrance from the girl's hair, while his other hand restlessly moved forward to the soft area.

"Is it really none of your business that Zijin was poisoned today?"

Su Ning leaned lazily against him, her eyes half-closed, letting the person behind her serve her.

"If you doubt me, why did you call me here tonight?" Yu Xinglai sneered.

"Then you're leaving?" Su Ning said indifferently.

Currently, only Yu Xinglai's progress is at full speed, and his personality is not bound by those orthodox rules.

In layman's terms, it means they have a low sense of morality.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to sneak into Red Maple Garden to become a servant tending to the flowers and plants.

"Ha, you want me to leave? Only if I die. This is what I deserve."

"When you were being all lovey-dovey with that young Taoist priest, did you ever think about how I cooked for you all day?"

Yu Xinglai gently bit the girl's fair earlobe, whispering in her ear, his voice filled with a bittersweet feeling.

"Alright, alright, be good." Su Ning touched the other person's face to comfort them.

But this shameless fellow moved his face even closer, feigning ferocity in his tone: "If you want me to let bygones be bygones, then kiss me again."

"I promise I'll behave myself as your servant."

Since the other party had said so, Su Ning naturally didn't hold back and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

But as if addicted, he licked his lips again, "I want it here too."

"No way." Su Ning glared at him irritably.

"You despise even yourself, what a heartless little bastard."

Although Yu Xinglai was slightly disappointed, he ultimately knew when to stop while he was ahead. He then told her about the recent events at the Sword Forging Manor, "I definitely didn't poison the pastries."

"However, recently, some people at the Sword Forging Manor have indeed been secretly doing bad things."

"Although things seem calm lately, I suspect those people have saved their trump card for the last few days."

"If you're going to the training grounds later, remember to take me with you. I suspect they're up to something."

Su Ning turned around, and under Yu Xinglai's incredulous gaze, pushed him away, saying with a half-smile, "Isn't this just selfishness on your part?"

"If something really happens, are you sure bringing you there would be of any use?"

Yu Xinglai chuckled softly, resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub, his eyebrows slightly raised, but his words were arrogant and unrestrained: "How do you think he got the title of 'Thief Saint'?"

"My lightness skill is second to none."

He spoke these words without flinching or avoiding them, with the unique spirit and possessiveness of a young man, his gaze fixed intently on the person before him.

The moisture clung to his long eyelashes, condensing into tiny droplets, but it did not blur his gaze in the slightest. It was like a cold blade veiled in mist, clear and piercing.

Su Ning looked into the other person's eyes, but ultimately said nothing. She simply took down the outer robe hanging on the rack and draped it over her shoulders.

"You should go now, I'm going to sleep."

The girl had her back to Yu Xinglai, but her words were cold and indifferent, devoid of any affection.

Now that Yu Xinglai has come to this room, how could he possibly let the treasure in front of him slip away?

"I say, Miss Su, it's easy to invite a god, but difficult to send him away."

"Haven't you heard that saying before?"

Su Ning was forced to hug the neck of the person in front of her. Just a moment ago, the person who was in the bathtub had somehow easily picked her up and carried her horizontally.

Su Ning's eyes narrowed slightly, and she stroked her still-damp hair with one hand. "But I'm really sleepy."

Yu Xinglai's gaze remained fixed on the bed in front of him, his steps unwavering. "I'm sleepy too. The bed is big enough for the two of us."

……

In the Red Maple Garden, there was a doghouse that Su Ning had specially made. It was filled with new cotton wadding and was very soft.

It was late at night. The little mongrel was curled up in a ball, its round body sinking into the soft grass. Its yellow fur was fluffy and shaggy. Occasionally, the tip of its tail would gently brush against the cotton wool. It was sleeping soundly.

This carefree little mongrel had no idea what filthy things someone had just done to its owner in an attempt to win its affection.