These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

What exactly does this fleeting pleasure, or rather, one-sided torment, bring?

Wei Tu already knew the truth, but it seemed that the woman was still deceiving herself.

As he raised his head, Ran Xinxue, who was on top of him, also raised her head weakly. However, because of her posture, she would slightly lower her head to look into the boy's eyes.

The resentment and shame in her eyes seemed to surface as a result.

Seeing this boy made her feel angry, furious, and humiliated—it seemed to be her instinctive reaction.

"Can this matter be approved now?"

"You do...uh...um..."

Ran Xinxue stopped herself from speaking, biting her red lips, her eyes seemingly about to well up with tears again.

It was very simple, because Wei Tu's hands were gently and rhythmically ravaging her lower back and hips.

The head should have already shown many burning marks.

It should have stung a little, but... it made me even more sensitive, which is both embarrassing and terrible.

"Still don't agree?"

Wei Tu smiled mischievously, not caring that his own clothes were open. Compared to what Ran Xinxue had suffered, he could only say that he was sitting on the sidelines.

"Stop...stop it, I agree!"

Ran Xinxue's hands weakly supported the boy's shoulders, making it seem as if he truly had no power to make his own decisions.

However, Wei Tu also put in a lot of hard work for this.

All I can say is that with the results we've achieved so far, well... my back is a little sore.

Wei Tu chuckled and reached out to stroke her cheek; it was the same hand that had just touched her buttocks.

Seeing the blush on Ran Xinxue's cheeks, Wei Tu nodded with satisfaction.

"Good boy, if the sect leader had been this good earlier, he would never have suffered."

"None of your business..."

Ran Xinxue turned her head away. Since she couldn't avoid his teasing and casual flirting, she would avoid his gaze.

Wei Tu thought for a moment.

"Ah... could it be that I'm mistaken, and the Sect Master isn't suffering, but actually enjoying himself?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

This statement almost made Ran Xinxue jump up and down immediately.

It struggled violently against Wei Tu's body.

The boy gasped, "Hiss, be quiet. Want to do it again? Can your mouth take it?"

"...You, you're going too far!"

Ran Xinxue immediately stopped her dangerous actions, and her eyes revealed her lingering fear as she looked at Wei Tu.

Wei Tu breathed a long sigh of relief.

"We shouldn't be too polite to the sect leader, should we? Alright, get up."

Ran Xinxue eagerly climbed off Wei Tu, but it seemed that because she had been in that position for too long, when her smooth feet touched the ground, she immediately felt a numb and weak ache in her legs.

He immediately knelt down on the ground and could only lean against Wei Tu's legs.

The boy is getting dressed.

He noticed the unusual commotion but didn't pay much attention to it.

Instead, he smiled as he watched her disheveled and helpless expression.

"The sect leader seems very reluctant to part with me."

"Stop talking nonsense...get going."

Ran Xinxue turned her head away in resentment but helpless, seemingly only able to utter such useless harsh words.

There is no other way.

Wei Tu stood up, but reached out his hand to Ran Xinxue.

"Get up."

His expression at this moment was not exactly gentle, but rather calm. Perhaps this was the most harmonious state given the twisted relationship between the two.

Ran Xinxue looked at his outstretched hand, but turned her head away and reached out to hold onto the chair, forcing herself to stand up.

Wei Tu didn't feel embarrassed and withdrew his hand. He looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, who was wearing a dress under the sunlight. She seemed to be gradually regaining her former aloof, stunning, and superior sect leader image.

Why aren't you leaving yet?

Ran Xinxue frowned as she noticed that Wei Tu was still watching her from behind.

Wei Tu snapped out of his daze and smiled.

"It's nothing, it's just that the current sect leader... doesn't seem like the same person who was so tearful just now."

In an instant, her cheeks, stained with fresh snow, turned a deep crimson.

The redness even spread to his neck.

"Get out! I never want to see you again!"

Wei Tu waved his hand.

"You have to see me whether you want to or not. If you don't approve this, I'll come every day. I hope you can handle it."

"..."

Wei Tu left just like that, and the expression of the remaining woman suddenly changed.

She held onto the chair, seemingly trying to vomit something, but couldn't.

Suddenly, I remembered the boy's perverse sense of humor and his methods of humiliating me...

She no longer seemed disheartened; she was simply cold and indifferent.

All he could do was angrily reach out and slam his fist on the chair.

But it was all in vain. She bent down and picked up the files from the ground.

Then adjust the table back.

"That damned bastard...!"

-

But thousands of miles away.

The edge of Nan Jian Prefecture.

A house in a village.

The courtyard gate was tightly closed, and the villagers outside were enjoying themselves. Some were herding cattle, some were farming, some were villagers who had just returned from the market, and some were children wearing floral shirts and with their hair in pigtails, laughing and playing among the crisscrossing paths.

But they seemed completely unaware of what was happening inside the mansion.

Blood seeped from the room inside, through the door that had no threshold, slowly soaking into the soil in the courtyard.

The crimson is spreading.

Meanwhile, inside the room with the door tightly closed.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, staggered about.

They were all dressed in the clothes of ordinary villagers, but what contradicted this identity was the pile of short knives on the ground, gleaming coldly in the pool of blood.

But a figure suddenly appeared on the chair, and she sat there.

He looked at everything in the house with indifferent eyes, and then at the last man kneeling on the ground in front of him.

The man looked so honest and simple, like an innocent person who had inexplicably suffered the annihilation of his entire family.

But this seemingly refined young girl had no kindness in her eyes.

She looked coldly at the man on the ground, and finally spoke.

"At this point, are you still going to pretend you know nothing?"

The man on the ground glared hatefully at the girl in front of him.

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!"

"They certainly have a strong backbone."

"My whole family will never forgive you, you evil scoundrel!"

"An evil person? Hahahaha... How ridiculous! Since when can Nalan Jie's people call others evil people?"

"..."

The man suddenly fell silent, his eyes flickering as he looked at the excessively young yet ridiculously powerful girl in front of him.

"Are you wondering who I am? You should know, don't your people have quite a few portraits of me?"

The girl smiled. "Bai Youwei, do you know her? If not, then let me tell you a title you should remember more: Daughter of the King of Garan. Do you understand now?"

"...So it was you."

The man knelt on the ground, his eyes finally turning fierce, abandoning his previous simple and honest demeanor, as if he had completely torn off his disguise.

Bai Youwei looked at him coldly.

"You're not going to pretend anymore?"

"We let you in because we were outmatched, that's all that matters... but you dared to show up in a place like this, and soon your tracks will be discovered. You have no chance."

He said that.

Bai Youwei raised her head slightly, her beautiful neck as graceful as a swan's.

"Is that so? But you don't seem to have thought about one thing: why did I dare to come to you on my own initiative?"

"..."

The man didn't speak, so Bai Youwei continued.