On your wedding night, stay with your godbrother; the Empress is practically throwing herself at you

Although Liu Fuyao has a good figure, she is only eighteen years old, has a small frame, and a youthful style.

After simply picking out a T-shirt and sweatpants.

Lu Chuan then took it out and handed it to Hu Mei.

"Go to the guest room and change."

Hu Mei took the clothes and obediently went to the guest room.

Less than two minutes later.

Hu Mei's aggrieved voice came from the guest room.

"Owner……"

"These clothes... I can't wear them."

Lu Chuan was taken aback.

"How could that be? It's just a plus-size T-shirt."

He walked over and pushed open the door.

Hu Mei was struggling to put the T-shirt on.

I managed to put the clothes on.

But it got stuck in my chest.

The T-shirt was stretched so tight that the cartoon pattern on it was deformed, and the cute Pikachu face was stretched into a steamed bun.

Hu Mei looked pitiful, her big eyes blinking.

"Look, it's really too tight, it's uncomfortable."

"I can't even pull these pants up; my butt is a bit too big."

Lu Chuan: "..."

Su Ling'er, who was standing nearby, peeked over and immediately burst into laughter.

"Senior brother, Senior Sister Fuyao should have the figure of a young girl, but this vixen... she has the figure of a mature woman."

"This model number doesn't match at all."

Lu Chuan also had a headache.

indeed.

This vixen's development is simply unreasonable.

If you force yourself to wear this, the clothes will probably tear before you even leave the house.

"Then take a look in this closet and see if there's anything you can wear. Her size should fit you."

After thinking for a moment, Lu Chuan said.

Liu Ruyan should have stayed in this room before.

Liu Ruyan has the figure of a standard mature woman, model-level, probably similar to Hu Mei.

Although I don't want to touch that woman's things.

But there's no other way now.

It's impossible to let Hu Mei keep walking around in sexy lingerie, is it?

"Open this cabinet?"

Hu Mei was surprised.

I instinctively opened the wardrobe next to me.

Immediately, he exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow."

"It looks so good."

Inside the wardrobe, various clothes were hanging—coats, skirts, business suits—a dazzling array.

Every single one.

They are all incredibly stylish.

It's also incredibly beautiful and sexy.

It struck a chord with Hu Mei directly.

Hu Mei was pleasantly surprised and carefully selected a black pencil skirt and a white silk shirt from her wardrobe.

"Master, I want to wear this."

Hu Mei said excitedly.

"Um."

Lu Chuan didn't even look, turned around, closed the door, and left.

A few minutes later.

Hu Mei reappeared, her expression expectant.

"Master, am I pretty?"

At first glance, Lu Chuan's eyes lit up.

The top two buttons of the white shirt were undone, revealing a delicate collarbone and a touch of snow-white skin.

The black bodycon skirt perfectly accentuated Hu Mei's exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio.

Originally speaking...

Hu Mei's overall temperament is alluring and seductive.

Now, accentuated by Liu Ruyan's professional attire, it even exudes a touch of ascetic allure.

She's like that kind of exceptional secretary who makes her boss lose all motivation to work.

or……

A female tutor wearing wire-rimmed glasses.

……

I went back to my own home downstairs.

Su Ling'er stood in the living room, looking down at her figure, seemingly lost in thought.

He then stole a glance at Hu Mei, who was fixing her hair in front of the mirror.

That black pencil skirt paired with a white shirt was simply walking hormones.

Su Ling'er bit her lip.

Forget it.

Comparing people is a recipe for disaster; comparing goods is a recipe for discarding them.

"Senior brother, I suddenly remembered that I have some things to take care of today."

Su Ling'er forced a smile.

"I'm leaving now."

Without waiting for Lu Chuan's response, she picked up the little bluebird and rushed out the door.

"Bang."

The door was closed.

Lu Chuan shook his head; this girl has quite a few thoughts.

Turning to look at Hu Mei, who was still fixing her hair in front of the mirror, Lu Chuan simply threw the apron at her.

"Can you cook?"

The apron hit Hu Mei in the face.

Hu Mei was stunned.

Instinctively, he caught the apron that had slipped down, and his face fell.

"Owner……"

"I'm a dignified four-tailed fox spirit, you really want me to be your maid?"

"Otherwise what?"

Lu Chuan sat down on the sofa with a cold smile, crossed his legs,

"Did I leave you here just to watch you show off?"

Hu Mei pouted.

She wanted to argue, but the power of the contract prevented her from uttering a word of refusal.

I had no choice but to resign myself to tying on the apron.

As soon as she reached the kitchen door, Hu Mei's expression suddenly changed.

Then he suddenly stopped.

Turning around, he looked at Lu Chuan.

"Master, the demon race is looking for me."

Lu Chuan turned around and looked at her.

"Looking for you?"

"How did you find it?"

Hu Mei pointed to her head and whispered,

"We demons have a special way of communicating, similar to what you humans call... what's it again, making a phone call?"

"It enables simple communication over long distances."

Upon hearing this...

Lu Chuan immediately became interested.

This is a novelty.

Do demons have such methods?

It seems that over the years, it wasn't just the human race that has been developing rapidly; the demon race hasn't been idle either.

"What did they ask?"

Lu Chuan asked.

"They asked me how the mission was going."

Hu Mei carefully observed Lu Chuan's expression.

"Should I...?"

"casual."

Lu Chuan's eyes flashed again.

"Say whatever you want, I don't care."

Hu Mei immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know what he was thinking, his eyes darted around.

"Then I told them that I haven't found the owner yet and that I need more time to continue searching."

Lu Chuan nodded.

Yeah.

I'm only a three-star martial artist right now.

If he really angered that Medusa, who was at the Martial Emperor level, he would be in deep trouble.

"OK."

"Go."

Lu Chuan waved his hand.

"Remember to cook."

Hu Mei pursed her lips, turned around, and went into the kitchen.

……

the other side.

Jiangnan Province.

The huge arena plaza at the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association was bustling with noise.

Today is the provincial battle of the Jiangnan Province Hundred Cities Competition.

All the geniuses nominated from dozens of cities under the jurisdiction of Jiangnan Province have gathered here.

They are vying for ten spots.

Only by securing one of these ten spots can one represent the Jiangnan Province in the final national war in Kyoto.

On each arena.

Two figures were engaged in fierce combat on each side.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

One of them was blasted away, crashing heavily to the edge of the ring, coughing up blood.

"Jiangcheng, Li Mingsheng!"

The referee announced it loudly.

A cheer erupted from the stands.

"Li Ming is awesome!"

"No wonder he's Jiangcheng's number one genius!"

"This is it! Li Ming from Jiangcheng will definitely get a spot!"

In the stands of Jiangcheng, everyone was cheering and jumping for joy.

The stands in the city that lost the game were completely silent.

A similar scenario.

It lasted from morning until evening.

As the sun began to set, the final match finally started.

On the arena.

Liu Fuyao stood there, her face pale.

Her opponent was a burly young man with the cultivation level of a three-star martial arts master.

And Liu Fuyao.

He was only an eight-star martial artist.

……