After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

Although the mother Gu in his heart meridian was devouring the toxins, the aftereffects of his deep dormancy in his brain had not completely dissipated, leaving him weak all over and only able to lazily tilt his head back.

Qu Feiyan rolled up the sleeves of her oversized hoodie, revealing two fair arms as white as lotus roots.

She held a soft, hot white towel, half-squatting by the bathtub, and gently wiped his shoulders and neck.

The movements were very gentle.

His eyes, however, were darting away.

Looking at the faintly visible abdominal muscles beneath the water's surface, the young master of Miao territory, whose face was usually cold, blushed so deeply it looked like it was about to bleed.

"Have you seen enough?" Zhu Xun Chuan asked with his eyes closed, his voice hoarse and tired, yet he accurately caught her gaze.

"Who...who cares about you!" Qu Feiyan's hand trembled, almost dropping the towel into the water. "I'm using medicine to open up your clogged pores. You scumbag, if I wasn't afraid you'd die at my hands and ruin the reputation of Miao territory, I wouldn't bother with you at all."

He cursed, but his hands became even gentler.

Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a faint smile. He suddenly leaned forward, splashing water as he leaned his heavy body against the edge of the bathtub.

The distance has been shortened.

Zhu Xun Chuan rested his chin directly on Qu Fei Yan's slender shoulder. The scalding medicine dripped down his hair and onto her collarbone.

"I'm exhausted, let me lean on you for a while." Zhu Xun Chuan closed his eyes, his warm, heavy breath spraying unimpeded onto Qu Fei Yan's sensitive ear.

The intense aura of male hormones instantly made the arrogant poison doctor freeze.

Qu Feiyan felt half of her body go numb. Her hands were suspended in mid-air, wanting to push him away, but she was afraid of hurting his meridians that had just been detoxified. She could only stand there, her face flushed, letting her ex-boyfriend, who had lied to her online for two years, snuggle into her arms without restraint.

"You...you don't move." Qu Feiyan's voice softened, with a noticeable tremor, her heart pounding as if it would burst out of her chest.

In that very moment when the beautiful warmth was rising.

A very faint sound of a metal lock turning came from outside the bathroom door.

"Click."

It was opened from the outside using a spare key.

The bathroom door was pushed open halfway.

Xia Wanying walked in leisurely, carrying a steaming cup of pure milk and a brand-new dry bath towel draped over her left hand.

She changed into a dark green silk nightgown, the belt loosely tied at the waist, the neckline extremely low. Beneath the hem, two long, straight legs clad in silk slippers, each step exuding a fatal, mature woman's allure.

Amidst the swirling steam, Xia Wanying stopped three steps away from the bathtub. She looked down at the two people pressed tightly together, a strong sense of oppression flashing in her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, yet she forced out an impeccable, gentle smile.

"I'm worried about Brother Chuan having low blood sugar, so I'm bringing him a glass of warm milk." Xia Wanying put down the glass, her gaze falling on Qu Feiyan's flushed face. Her tone was gentle but sharp, "Little sister, although I don't know the rules of medicinal baths, pressing on his chest like this might not be good for his blood circulation, right?"

The Empress's imposing presence instantly shattered the pink filter in the bathroom.

Qu Feiyan sat up abruptly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She pushed Zhu Xunchuan back into the bathtub, grabbed a towel, and glared at Xia Wanying.

"Am I the doctor or are you?" Qu Feiyan was not intimidated by this queen of the North China business world. "He has insufficient blood supply to his heart. I'm using my body heat to guide his qi. If you don't understand, don't get in the way!"

"Really?" Xia Wanying approached the bathtub. She bent over, her incredibly alluring figure fully revealed to Zhu Xunchuan.

She reached out and snatched the wet towel from Qu Feiyan's hand.

"My sister is young, and she's probably not very good at taking care of people." Xia Wanying soaked a towel in the medicine and wrung it out. "Let me take care of Brother Chuan for the bath and back scrubbing."

"Give it back to me!" Qu Feiyan was furious and reached out to snatch it.

"The water's too hot, don't burn your little sister's hands that play with poison." Xia Wanying blocked it with her hand.

The two women, one on each side and separated by the water in the bathtub, engaged in a fierce and confrontational struggle.

Water splashed everywhere, wetting Xia Wanying's silk robe, the fabric clinging tightly to her body. Qu Feiyan's hoodie hem was also splashed wet, her short, gray-blue hair a mess, yet she stubbornly clung to her like a little wolf cub guarding its food.

The clash between ice and fire erupted completely in the cramped bathroom.

The two were about to start fighting by the pool.

Zhu Xun Chuan, who had been resting in the bathtub with his eyes closed, suddenly moved.

He stretched out his long arm, making a splashing sound as he broke through the water. With his left hand, he grabbed Qu Feiyan's slender waist, and with his right hand, he directly embraced Xia Wanying's plump buttocks, pulling her down sharply.

"ah--"

Two exclamations rang out simultaneously.

Losing her balance, Qu Feiyan fell directly into the bathtub, the warm medicine water instantly submerging her thighs; Xia Wanting was forced to kneel by the pool, her upper body completely leaning into Zhu Xunchuan's arms.

The water droplets have all fallen.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the bathtub wall. His left arm was around the gritting-teeth young master of Miao territory, while his right hand gripped the slender waist of the female CEO.

"Don't make a sound." Zhu Xun Chuan opened his eyes, his deep gaze fixed on the two of them. His hoarse voice carried an undeniable domineering tone, "My head hurts."

That whisper instantly extinguished all tension.

Xia Wanying felt her bones go weak as he pinched her sensitive lower back. Instead of getting angry, she obediently leaned against Zhu Xunchuan's chest, giving him a coquettish glare.

Qu Feiyan was held tightly by his strong arms, feeling the scalding heat of his body underwater. Her mind was already a mess, and she could only obediently lean against his left side, forgetting even to struggle.

An extreme battleground was forcibly suppressed by the man with a nonchalant air.

After half an hour.

Zhu Xun Chuan put on his bathrobe and was helped back to the large bed in the master bedroom by the two women.

Qu Feiyan checked his pulse.

"The mother Gu has already consumed 70% of the poison," Qu Feiyan instructed while drying her hair, her tone regaining its usual arrogant air. "The remaining 30% has seeped into your bloodstream and will need five to seven days to slowly metabolize. You cannot engage in strenuous exercise or overexert yourself during these days, otherwise the Gu worms will turn on you, and even a god couldn't save you."

After saying that, she glanced at Xia Wanying, who was watching coldly from the side, and said, "To prevent you from suddenly dying, I have to stay by your side for the next few days."

"Okay." Zhu Xun Chuan nodded without refusing. "There are still rooms available, you can stay here first."

Xia Wanying was about to object, but seeing Zhu Xun Chuan's slightly pale face, she swallowed her words. She silently pondered how to deal with this unexpected online dating "poison fairy."

The night was deep and quiet. The large apartment finally returned to peace and tranquility.

The next morning.

Early winter sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on the large bed in the master bedroom.

Zhu Xun Chuan opened his eyes. The medicinal bath and plenty of sleep had restored 80% of his strength.

He was getting ready to get out of bed when the encrypted phone on his bedside table suddenly vibrated.

A note appeared on the screen: Teacher Gu.

Zhu Xunchuan answered the phone, but before he could even speak, Gu Qinghan's cold, authoritative voice, reminiscent of a counselor, came through the receiver.

"If you're not dead, make a sound." Gu Qinghan's tone was cold and hard.

"Thanks to Teacher Gu, I'm much better." Zhu Xun Chuan smiled slightly.

"You're all better now? Then get back to Peking University and start attending classes right away!" Gu Qinghan flipped through the class roster on the other end of the phone, her voice piercingly clear. "It's a large open class at nine o'clock this morning. Roll call will be in ten minutes. If you dare to skip it, you can forget about getting any credits for this course!"

Zhu Xunchuan felt both helpless and gratified; it was the same old routine, Teacher Gu's unchanging tactics...

If you miss your husband, just say so. Why do you have to say you're in class...?