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

Day two.

Su Ning was fast asleep when she felt someone pinch the tip of her nose, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Stop fooling around."

She groaned and turned her head away, her eyelashes trembling, but she didn't open her eyes. She just vaguely grabbed the culprit and gently rubbed it against her lips.

"Hey! You brat, let go of me right now!"

Yin Ye originally intended to tease the other party, but he didn't expect this brat to be so bold even while asleep.

He quickly withdrew his hand, the warm touch of the girl's lips still lingering on his hand, and a faint blush appeared on his pale face.

Su Ning was awakened by his voice, and reluctantly opened her eyes.

She yawned lazily: "It's you." She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes.

Perhaps it was because young girls are always restless in their sleep, but her loose inner garment revealed a small patch of fair and delicate skin as she moved.

Yin Ye's gaze swept over that delicate area unexpectedly, and as if burned, he abruptly looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

He suppressed the inexplicable agitation in his heart and turned to tidy up the scattered medicine pouches on the table. "You really have no shame, woman."

"Sharing a room with a man is one thing, but how can you sleep so soundly while facing an enemy?"

Su Ning was still basking in the languid feeling of just waking up and didn't notice his strangeness. She stretched again before looking down and tugging at her clothes: "People in the martial world are never concerned with trivial matters."

"Besides, who said you and I are enemies? Aren't you my servant?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Ye suddenly turned around, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes: "You really have a thick skin?"

"When did I become your servant?"

Ignoring the man's shouts, Su Ning threw off the covers and got out of bed.

I had just woken up and was still a little groggy, my steps unsteady.

She wanted to walk towards the dressing table, but after taking only two steps, her legs went weak and she almost fell over.

Yin Ye reacted quickly, reaching out to embrace the girl's waist. His palm touched the warm, soft fabric, bringing with it a strange feeling.

This strange emotion made him instinctively push Su Ning away again.

His strength wasn't great, but it still pushed Su Ning straight to the dressing table, instantly clearing her mind of all confusion.

Su Ning opened her eyes wide, rubbed her lower back, and looked at her with a hint of grievance and accusation: "Is this how you treat your master?"

Yin Ye knew he was in the wrong, but he was more embarrassed and at a loss.

In the past, he was always alone, and killing was as commonplace for him.

But in his eyes, such a delicate, temperamental, and troublesome woman was more troublesome than killing someone.

Even her tone softened, and she even forgot to deny being addressed as "master," she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Fine, fine, I'll forgive you this once."

Lady Su Ning was magnanimous and didn't hold it against him, since they would all be her subordinates in the future anyway.

She turned around to do her hair, but when she saw the dazzling cloisonné hairpin on the dressing table, her eyes still lit up with surprise.

"Did you buy this?"

Su Ning held the hairpin, leaned close to the bronze mirror, and inserted it diagonally into her temple. The light flowed down her hair, making her eyebrows and eyes even more beautiful.

She turned to look at him, seemingly exceptionally happy.

Yin Ye was also momentarily stunned.

No wonder women all over the world love to be pretty. The begonia hairpin by her temple was indeed exquisitely crafted and beautiful. But when Yin Ye first saw the hairpin, he thought it was just a gorgeous but lifeless object.

It can be inserted into Su Ning's hair, but people will only see the girl's beauty and not notice how gorgeous the begonia hairpin is.

"Before you even got out of bed, I had already exchanged all those things from last night for silver notes. Didn't you say you liked this hairpin?"

"Anyway, those people were after me, so it's true that I dragged you into this."

The man changed into the clothes Su Ning had bought yesterday: a dark blue robe, the color of which resembled the approaching dusk, outlining the man's slender and upright figure.

His features were naturally refined and elegant, and he usually wore dark black clothes for convenience.

Because so many people were killed, blood splattered onto their clothes.

Black can suppress those blood-red colors.

But his clothes from last night were stained with too much blood and were no longer wearable.

Su Ning was still sitting at her dressing table getting ready. Upon hearing this, she simply nodded and said, "That's fine. You can keep the money then, so I don't have to worry about it."

Yin Ye, who was packing his things, heard this and his gaze fell heavily on the girl's retreating figure: "Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ning slowly turned her head and gave him a meaningful look: "I say, Master Youtai, are all the people in your Wuxiang Sect this confident?"

"You were in such a sorry state last night, how could you say such foolish things today?"

Su Ning approached the other person step by step.

The girl was clearly frail, yet she made the man before her dare not move.

Su Ning's fingertips slid down the other person's shoulder step by step, every movement filled with provocation, before she gently approached the other person's chest, listening to the heartbeat coming from within:

"You're still recovering from your serious injuries... Are you sure you can escape the pursuers without me?"

Yin Ye wanted to escape, or more urgently, he didn't want the girl in front of him to see even a hint of defeat in her.

Before she could make a move, Su Ning tiptoed and gently pressed her red lips to the man's lips.

He froze, his heartbeat suddenly went erratic, making his ribs ache.

The fist that had been clenched just moments before loosened and tightened again, until finally, he even forgot to regulate his breathing.

Su Ning took a half step back, looking at the man in front of her with a smile.

Her voice was as soft as honey, yet carried a complete sense of control. She gently pinched his cheeks, which were flushed with embarrassment, with her fingertips: "Look at you, your ears are all red."

Yin Ye wanted to escape, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his voice terribly hoarse: "You..."

He wanted to say something, to rebuke her shamelessness and audacity, and to question her intentions.

But when the words reached his lips, only a burning, chaotic mess remained. The girl's eyes and brows so close to his, and the warm touch from just now, were swirling in his mind like a tangled mess.

Seeing his embarrassed yet forced composure, Su Ning couldn't help but chuckle. She reached out and straightened his slightly disheveled clothes. "How about it? If you do a good job as my servant, I'll give you a reward."

A reward? What reward?

Was it like that just now?

Yin Ye was completely lost in thought. Why was the other person's fragrance getting stronger?

When he regained consciousness, he was already standing outside the door.

He remembered that the girl had wanted to change her clothes, so he chased him away.