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

He was bad at coaxing girls, and he never expected that just a few words would make this usually mean-spirited woman cry.

He looked at the few glistening tears that had fallen to the ground.

Drop by drop.

Yin Ye panicked.

All thoughts of pride and humiliation were instantly forgotten; he shouldn't have said those things to her in the first place.

"Don't cry..."

He spoke, his voice unusually dry, with a tightness he himself didn't even realize.

Su Ning's shoulders trembled even more violently, her voice barely audible: "You damned Yin Ye, you're my servant! Who gave you permission to say those things about me?"

"Yes, it's all my fault." Yin Ye opened his mouth, unsure how to comfort the other person, and could only take all the blame upon himself: "I'm a damned Yin Ye, a stinking Yin Ye, your servant."

Su Ning sobbed softly, but upon hearing this, she still looked up at the other person, "You finally admit that you are my servant."

Yin Ye looked into the other person's eyes, which were as if they had been washed clean, and his own face was clearly reflected in them.

A gentle gurgling sound came from his throat.

He watched as the other person's tears fell harder and harder, like beads from a broken string hitting the ground, leaving small wet patches.

He finally couldn't resist and reached out to touch the tear stains on her cheek.

When his fingertips touched her skin, Su Ning trembled violently, and Yin Ye's hand also stopped.

His fingertips, calloused as those of martial artists, brushed against her damp cheeks, bringing a rough warmth. Looking at her reddened eyes and red nose, the anger in his heart completely dissipated.

Su Ning didn't move, letting his fingers caress her cheek.

But the man seemed to be bewitched, slowly lowering his head, his warm breath brushing against the corners of her reddened eyes.

The next second, cool lips gently covered her lips.

It wasn't plundering, nor was it a test; it was simply a very light and soft kiss that removed the tear that was hanging at the corner of her eye.

His lips, warm from the smoke, mingled with the crisp scent of rain on his body, gently brushed against the corner of her sensitive eye, tenderly sucking away even the salty tears.

Su Ning froze abruptly, forgetting even to breathe. Her eyelashes trembled gently on his eyelids, like the wings of a startled butterfly.

Yin Ye's movements were very slow, almost reverent.

He kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, then followed her reddened lower eyelids, kissing his way down to her burning earlobe. His tongue lightly licked the soft flesh of her earlobe, his voice low and husky, tinged with a barely perceptible tenderness: "Don't cry."

When his lips left hers, they were still slightly damp, gently brushing against the tip of her nose. In the unfathomable black pool of his eyes, now filled with her red, tear-stained eyes, a rare hint of tenderness appeared.

Su Ning was taken aback by his actions and, unusually, dared not look him in the eye. It wasn't for any other reason than that his sudden attitude made her feel flustered.

She clutched his collar, her fingertips trembling, her voice shaking uncontrollably: "What...what are you doing..."

Yin Ye raised his hand and wiped away her tears with his fingertips. His knuckles gently caressed the corners of her reddened eyes, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions—panic, tenderness, and a hint of possessiveness that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Looking at her tear-filled eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed again before he finally answered her, "I am your servant, so naturally I am wiping away your tears."

Su Ning was shocked by his shameless behavior.

He was unusually awkward: "You, you... how can you wipe away tears like that?"

"Shameless," she whispered.

But Yin Ye had already acknowledged her as a servant, and had even done those despicable things to her just now, so naturally he wouldn't care about this veiled insult.

Seeing that Su Ning's emotions had calmed down.

Yin Ye's gaze fell again on the rabbit leg that he had just thrown on the ground.

He had just been moved by a sudden impulse and had thrown away the perfectly roasted rabbit leg.

He never wastes food, never mind.

Su Ning followed his gaze and tugged at his sleeve: "It's dirty."

After all, I've been with him these past few days.

Su Ning had witnessed the limits of human endurance.

This made her wonder what kind of organization the Wuxiang Sect really was.

During one of the assassination attempts, Yin Ye ran out of medicine, and without batting an eye, he grabbed an insect she couldn't recognize and ate it raw.

Although the other party later explained that the insect had the effect of clotting blood.

But Su Ning couldn't help but think that someone who could become one of the four masters of the number one sect of the Demonic Sect was truly extraordinary.

But Yin Ye's gaze only lingered for a moment before landing on Su Ning's face, and he hummed in response.

"There are more over there."

After all that commotion, Su Ning was also hungry.

This can be seen as giving the other party a way out.

The roasted rabbit, now golden brown, remained warm on the firewood. As Su Ning looked at the rabbit, she suddenly thought of a modern joke.

Then he looked up at Yin Ye and said, "The bunny is so cute."

"How could you eat a rabbit?"

She spoke so seriously that Yin Ye was momentarily confused about what she meant.

Su Ning didn't expect him to understand, so she simply ordered, "Give me a little bit, I can't eat any more."

Just as Su Ning thought the other party was about to take out a dagger to cut off the rabbit leg meat, she saw the man take out something wrapped in a handkerchief from the cloth bag at his waist.

Su Ning reached out and took the handkerchief, opening it to find two bright green fruits, which must have been washed clean before being wrapped in the handkerchief.

Judging from his expression, he had clearly already found fruit for her. Su Ning glared at him angrily.

Yin Ye knew he was in the wrong, and blamed himself for his sharp tongue, insisting on arguing with the other party. In the end, he surrendered and admitted defeat.

Today, he has completely and utterly acknowledged his status as a servant.

Su Ning took a bite of the fruit; it was sweet.

Yin Ye's grilling skills are actually quite good.

Su Ning sat cross-legged on the haystack, her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel stealing food, nibbling on the rabbit leg meat the man offered her.

After eating and drinking their fill, there was still a piece of fruit left. Su Ning didn't intend to keep it to herself, so she handed the green fruit to the other person, saying, "I won't hold what happened earlier against you."

"You members of the Demonic Sect are always so annoying, always trying to provoke people."

Su Ning deliberately didn't look at him.

But no one took the fruit from her hand, so she turned around and suddenly met the man's unfathomable eyes.

Why are you staring at me like that?

Su Ning frowned slightly.

But Yin Ye's gaze fell on the other's incessantly chattering red lips, his fingertips lightly twirling them, as if he had finally made up his mind.

Su Ning felt dizzy and then a warm body wrapped around her.

The green berries rolled and tumbled down, only stopping when they reached the woodpile...