Fairy, please don't do this!

"Then brother... take a good look."

Upon hearing this, Yu Fengzhi gazed at him intently, her beautiful eyes reflecting his incomparably handsome face, filled with deep affection and tenderness.

“Then let’s go to the dressing table…there’s a bronze mirror there.”

Gu Jinzhao gave a soft "hmm," picked up the beauty in his arms, and slowly stood up.

But as soon as she reached the dressing table, the dazed look in Yu Fengzhi's eyes vanished, replaced by a familiar mix of embarrassment and coldness: "Junior Nephew Gu... do you think I'm so easily fooled?"

Gu Jinchao paused, inwardly realizing something was wrong.

Why did it switch to my senior uncle again?

This doesn't make sense!

He took a deep breath, placed her on the dressing table, buried his face in her slender, snow-white neck, kissed her delicate skin, and inhaled her alluring, warm fragrance: "When did I ever lie to my martial uncle?"

Yu Fengzhi tilted her head slightly, her hands supporting her behind her back, her long eyelashes fluttering as she spoke: "I'm here to get revenge on Mu Yiren, and to get revenge on you, you womanizing scoundrel."

"It's not about... romance and fleeting moments with you..."

At this point, she seemed to have an idea, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, and commanded, "Take me back...to Mu Yiren!"

Gu Jinzhao was completely numb.

We finally escaped the danger zone, and now we have to go back?

Yu Fengzhi bit her red lips tightly, using the slight pain to maintain her remaining clarity: "If Junior Nephew Gu doesn't go back... I'll wake her up now!"

"No... I'll go back."

Helpless, Gu Jinzhao could only pick her up again and carry her towards the bed.

They just walked very slowly.

Often, after taking one step, one has to stop and rest for a while, the movements are so slow that it's like a slow-motion video.

"Go...hurry up!"

Yu Fengzhi instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheeks flushing even more intensely, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Gu Jinzhao coughed lightly and said in a serious tone, "I was afraid that my martial uncle... would be bumped around."

"Who's afraid of... bumpy rides?"

Yu Fengzhi was both ashamed and angry, and directly opened her mouth and bit his neck.

Gu Jinzhao gasped in pain, raised his hand and pinched her round, plump buttocks hard, his hand filled with an amazing amount of elasticity and softness.

Yu Fengzhi's delicate body trembled slightly, and she involuntarily released her grip, warning, "If you don't hurry... I'll..."

"So, we'll wake up Sister Yiren, right?"

Gu Jinzhao sighed and had no choice but to carry his threatening uncle step by step to his sleeping fiancée.

"Just hold me like this... don't sit down."

Yu Fengzhi rested her head on his shoulder, her hazy gaze falling on Mu Yiren's peaceful sleeping face, a sense of vengeful pleasure rising in her heart.

At this moment, Mu Yiren became the best spectator, witnessing everything before her eyes without realizing it...

Chapter 272, The Incompetent Fiancée, the Capable Martial Uncle [Part 1] (3K)

On the bed, Mu Yiren, who was sleeping, frowned.

She dreamed that it was raining.

At first, it was just a few scattered raindrops, occasionally hitting my cheeks, carrying the dampness of the night dew, cool and refreshing.

But soon, it turned into fine, dense rain, wetting her eyelashes and moistening her lips.

Rainwater has a taste that's hard to describe.

It wasn't the fresh scent of earth, but a warm, sweet aroma, like melted nectar mixed with morning dew.

Half asleep, Mu Yiren couldn't help but lick her red lips.

The flavor is even stronger now!

Suddenly, she regained some consciousness, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them.

She remembered that she seemed to be in an inn, and even shared a room with Yu Fengzhi.

The windows were closed before I went to bed.

Even if it rains, it shouldn't seep in.

Could it be that Feng'er opened the window?

She tried to get up to close the window, but her whole body felt weak, as if she were trapped in a swamp. She couldn't muster any strength in her limbs, and even lifting a finger was difficult.

"Brother... from now on you can only love Feng'er..."

"I can't be that fickle anymore..."

Suddenly, Feng'er's voice came.

Intermittent, sticky like silk, it seemed to drift from a very far place, or perhaps it was whispering in my ear.

Mu Yiren was slightly taken aback.

Who is her brother?

Of course, it's Gu Jinchao.

Could it be that Feng'er really has feelings for her fiancé?

etc--

Is Feng'er talking in her sleep?

Or is Gu Jinzhao in this room?

Mu Yiren's heart suddenly tightened, and she abruptly opened her beautiful eyes.

What came into view was complete darkness.

The candlelight had gone out sometime earlier, leaving only a faint glimmer of light seeping through the cracks in the window, shrouding the room in a hazy gloom.

Yu Fengzhi was not in sight.

Mu Yiren slowly sat up and looked at the bed opposite her.

Although there was a screen between them, they could still see the figure lying on its side.

Feng'er was facing him, wrapped in thick blankets, even her face was covered, making her look a size bigger, like she was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon.

Mu Yiren listened quietly for a while and found that the girl was not talking in her sleep.

"Could it be that what you think about during the day is what you dream about at night?"

Although it felt a little strange, I didn't think much of it and turned my gaze to the windowsill next to the bed.

The wooden window that had been closed earlier had been opened at some point.

"Boom—boom—"

Thunder rumbled, wind and rain raged, and icy raindrops splashed into the room, leaving a small wet patch on the floor.

Mu Yiren gently raised her hand, her spiritual energy swirling, and casually waved it.

The wooden window slammed shut, temporarily shutting out the wind and rain, but the sound of raindrops pattering against the windowpane and the muffled rumble of thunder could still be heard.

The sound irritated her and made her feel very uncomfortable.

An image inexplicably surfaced in my mind of Lin Qingci and Gu Jinzhao entering the Yellow Springs hand in hand in their previous life.

Mu Yiren originally intended to set up a barrier to isolate all movement.

But just then, a strong wave of drowsiness swept over him, pulling his consciousness into an extremely heavy state of sleepiness.

Why am I so tired tonight?

She yawned, then unconsciously lay down, pulled the brocade quilt over her body, closed her beautiful eyes, and soon began to breathe evenly and deeply.

A moment later, on the opposite bed, the tightly wrapped blankets suddenly slipped off, revealing two figures passionately kissing.

Yu Fengzhi lay on her side facing Mu Yiren, her head tilted back slightly, responding to Gu Jinzhao's kiss.

Gu Jinchao lay on his side behind her, one hand reaching under her armpit to embrace her soft, delicate body, the other hand supporting her chin, indulging in her sweet, honey-like scent.

Just now, my uncle switched back to Feng'er, lost in a dreamy and tender state, and had long forgotten the existence of Mu Yiren.

But he was always careful.

He was terrified that his childhood sweetheart and fiancée would suddenly wake up and discover this appalling scene before her.

After all, Mu Yiren has double pupils, so those spells would be half as effective against her.

He had no idea how long the so-called secret technique could last.

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, Gu Jinzhao noticed that Mu Yiren had furrowed her brows and her eyelashes trembled, clearly a sign that she was about to wake up.

He reacted almost instantly.

First, they opened the window, letting the sound of wind and rain flood the room, covering up any inappropriate noises and the ambiguous atmosphere.

Then, with all his might, he scooped up Yu Fengzhi and darted back to his bed, grabbing the thick quilt and wrapping the two of them tightly from head to toe.

Gu Jinchao told Feng'er to be quiet, but she was already confused and infatuated, saying things like, "From now on, brother can only love Feng'er and must break off his engagement with Mu Yiren."

Helpless, Gu Jinzhao could only lower his head and kiss her lips, silencing all her voices.

Because of his rescue efforts, and the fact that it happened to be thundering and raining outside, they escaped a fatal accident.

After all, his cultivation level had been imprisoned by the [Locking Yuan Ring], making it impossible for him to conceal it with spiritual power or true essence.

With this thought in mind, Gu Jinzhao slowly released Yu Fengzhi's lips.

"He has the guts to cheat on his wife, but not the guts to face her!"

"How ironic!"

Yu Fengzhi said sarcastically.

At this moment, her cheeks were flushed like the sunset, and her bright red lips were slightly parted, constantly exhaling sweet and warm breath.

Her fiery red leather jumpsuit was already in disarray, the straps slipping down to her arms, revealing a large expanse of her fair shoulders and delicate collarbones, which gleamed with a lustrous sheen in the dim light.

The V-neck was pulled askew, and one of her full breasts almost broke free of its restraints, rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

Her skirt was slightly rolled up, her long, jade-like legs were together, and the ice silk stockings that clung to her skin shimmered alluringly in the dim light, outlining every beautiful curve from her thighs to her ankles.

Two high heels still dangled from her toes, hanging precariously over the edge of the bed, like a fiery crescent moon hanging in the night sky, utterly captivating.

'Why did it switch back to my martial uncle?'

'Could it be because I didn't dare move while we were in bed, giving her a chance to catch her breath?'

Gu Jinzhao muttered to himself, but his face showed a helpless expression: "Does Martial Uncle really want Sister Yiren to find out about our relationship?"

Yu Fengzhi snorted coldly and turned her face away: "What relationship do we have?"

“My martial uncle is my future Daoist partner, how could we not be related?”

Seeing that she was being stubborn again, Gu Jinzhao couldn't help but pull her soft, delicate body closer to him, pressing her even tighter.

Then, he buried his head in her fragrant shoulder and slowly kissed his way down her delicate, undulating neck, following her exquisite curves.

The delicate fragrance of her skin mingled with the scent of her hair, filling the nostrils and stirring the heart, making it hard to resist.

Yu Fengzhi's beautiful, dreamy eyes welled up with tears, her voice soft and trembling, yet she still tried to be strong: "Who is your future Daoist partner... Don't talk nonsense."

"Does Uncle-Master intend to take advantage of you and then shirk all responsibility?"

Gu Jinzhao's left hand still held that slender waist, while his right hand caressed those silk-clad legs, feeling the smooth and soft touch, and occasionally pinching her plump, round buttocks.

“You unfilial nephew…you’re practically turning the world upside down.”

Yu Fengzhi's eyes were filled with spring, her slender hands gripped the edge of the bed tightly, her knuckles turned white, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

Because she was lying on her side, her long, dark hair cascaded down the pillow like a waterfall, with a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks, adding to her languid and alluring charm.

Inside the half-open collar, two full moons overlapped, like twin peaches lying sideways, exuding a mature and alluring fragrance.

"I have always been very filial to my uncle, so how can you say I am unfilial?"