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

"You mean Brother You is a member of the Demonic Sect?"

Su Ning hesitated before speaking.

"I'll leave Xiaguang Mountain aside; I didn't know the details of that place. But I do know that the poison on my right arm is the Drunken Immortal Peach, a unique substance from the place where the Northern Demonic Sect is based."

He raised his head, his bright eyes staring straight at the person in front of him, his lips pressed into a straight line, the casual smile between his brows completely gone, leaving only utter focus.

Yu Xinglai is only eighteen or nineteen years old. Now that the martial world is at peace, the people of the Demonic Sect have retreated to the northern foothills for many years. Nowadays, almost no one of the younger generation has ever had any dealings with them.

Moreover, Yu Xinglai was not skilled in herbal medicine, so naturally he would not recognize the Drunken Immortal Peach.

But the old man knows him.

In this way, everything makes sense. You Xunchun is a member of the Demonic Sect, which is why he has such a strange technique that can conceal his inner energy.

When he heard about the incident at Xiaguang Mountain, he guessed that the person behind it might be You Xunchun.

So, disregarding the old man's advice, he was determined to see Su Ning, ensuring her safety while hiding in the shadows to see if he could find any flaws in You Xunchun's defenses.

"So you were the one who caused Brother You's injury?"

After listening to the whole story, Su Ning pieced together all the fragmented clues in her mind.

"Yes, I want to find something on him."

"But do you know what? This remnant of the demonic sect is truly adept at hiding his true nature. He actually endured it all without uttering a sound. If I hadn't known his true identity, I probably would have been fooled by him too."

Yu Xinglai grew angrier as he spoke. He was always the one who played tricks on others, but he never expected that one day he would be the one being played.

Thinking of this, the feeling of the Drunken Immortal Peach returned to him, and he never wanted to experience those excruciating sensations again in his life.

He clutched the wound on his right arm, his face paler than before. He groaned, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He quickly pressed his left hand against the wound. When he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled, revealing a hint of vulnerability.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..."

His tear-filled eyes looked at the girl on the bed, and he forced a smile, saying, "Do you know that this injury was inflicted by that remnant of the demonic sect? Doesn't that make you believe me?"

Yu Xinglai looked very unwell, and Su Ning couldn't possibly stand by and watch him die. However, she didn't answer whether she believed him or not. Instead, she slowly walked to the man's side and hesitated slightly before asking, "Are you... really in a lot of pain?"

Just as Su Ning was about to ask what the medicine bottles on the table were for, the man pulled her into his arms. He inhaled the fragrance of her hair, his right arm limply resting on hers. "Mmm... I feel terrible, so terrible. Miss Su, could you give me a kiss?"

Hearing this, Su Ning pinched the other person's waist hard, "Yu Xinglai, what are you thinking about all day?"

"Miss you."

The man's voice was muffled.

Su Ning choked, once again shocked by the shamelessness of the person in front of her.

"Yu Xinglai, let go of me first. Aren't you feeling really unwell? Apply the medicine first."

Su Ning gently coaxed him.

This guy is like a leech; once he's on you, he won't let go.

Su Ning felt that she might have seen a fake version of the original work.

Is that dashing, unrestrained, and cynical master thief really this scoundrel in front of me?

Yu Xinglai reluctantly let go and quickly took off his coat.

Su Ning admired his speed.

"Please, Miss Su, have pity on me, even if I haven't achieved anything great, I've still put in a lot of effort after traveling day and night."

He clutched the girl's sleeve, looking at her pitifully, afraid of being rejected.

The candlelight flickered in the room. Su Ning untied the strip of cloth from his arm and saw that there was a bluish-purple discoloration on the young man's strong arm, which was even spreading outwards.

"It's been so many days, and it still hasn't gone away?"

Su Ning marveled at the potency of this poison.

The ointment was applied to the purplish-blue area, then it was carefully wrapped with a strip of cloth and finally tied into a bow.

As she lowered her eyes to apply the medicine to him, she saw that the young man was also looking down at her, motionless, his eyes filled with unyielding tenderness.

Just as Su Ning finished tidying up, the young man in front of her suddenly grabbed her wrist. The force wasn't strong, but it carried an air of inescapable resistance. He then leaned forward and pressed her down onto the bed.

The girl beneath him had her cloud-like hair cascading over the couch. Moonlight from the corridor streamed through the window and fell on the couch. At such close range, he could clearly see the girl's slightly trembling eyelashes; she seemed not to have reacted yet.

A hint of confusion appeared in those starlight-filled eyes. "Yu Xinglai?"

"I'm here." The boy's voice was hoarse, a hint of desire in his eyes. He looked at the snow-white skin beneath him, playing with her silky black hair. His gaze was sharp, and all traces of his initial vulnerability were gone.

Su Ning looked at the young man on her back. The candlelight had been extinguished when she fell, so she could only use the moonlight outside the window to glimpse the danger in front of her.

"Moon Goddess, tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Can't you have mercy on me and grant my wish?"

The boy's voice, tinged with suppressed gasps, inexplicably added a touch of allure to the night.

Su Ning raised her hand to touch the cheek of the person in front of her, but he grabbed it, and desire began to grow in the darkness.

The boy leaned in and kissed the red lips he had longed for. The sweet breath lingered between their lips; it was a very gentle kiss.

Unlike last time in Qingyun, Yu Xinglai was exceptionally gentle this time, as if he were treating a precious treasure, a peerless gem.

Once he understands his own heart, he will not hesitate.

The most precious and gorgeous moon goddess feather robe was removed, and his fingertips traced the curve of her back, the touch so light as if he were afraid of shattering the glass.

Su Ning felt like a lost sailboat on the ocean, helplessly being tossed about by the waves and then clinging to them.

It wasn't until late at night that she realized the boundless and unrestrained energy of young people.

Even though she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand, she was still held by those burning hot arms, not giving her any chance to escape.

Exhausted and unable to think straight, Su Ning suddenly remembered that the boy had said he needed to rest. She wondered if this might be detrimental to the recovery of the wound on his arm.

But she soon had no time to think about such things.

That night, it's unclear who bewitched whom.