Chapter 118: Lush Greenery, Healing Right in Front of the Divine Beauty, Please Wait a Little Longer, Martial Niece (3)
"The soup tastes good, but I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving now."
Yun Rong finished her bowl of soup, using it as an excuse to leave.
With another person here, leaving was her best option.
However, as she closed the door behind her, her gaze lingered on Su Qing.
Her eyes shimmered with emotions only the two of them could understand.
Their relationship—was no longer what it used to be.
Ye Xueyi keenly noticed that look, and her brow furrowed slightly.
Something felt off, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Now, only three people remained in the room.
Ye Xueyi didn't say anything—she simply stared at Gu Qingzhou.
The look said it all.
"Brother Su, get some rest. When you're feeling better, I'll cook for you again."
Gu Qingzhou immediately took the hint, packed up his things, and decisively left.
Leaving space for his wife and his good brother—that was the least he could do.
Of course, there was a twinge of bitterness in his heart—but as long as everyone was happy, that was enough.
The door slowly closed.
The noisy atmosphere disappeared, and silence returned.
Once again, Su Qing found himself alone with someone—but this time, it was the martial niece, not the martial aunt.
When would both of them be here together?
Hmm, that was a very serious question worth thinking about.
Ye Xueyi's gaze fell on Su Qing, her eyes full of anger.
The reason for her anger was simple—she could feel that something wasn't right.
Why was her martial aunt so reluctant to leave?
Even while talking to her, her martial aunt kept exchanging glances with Su Qing.
That subtle, ambiguous intimacy made Ye Xueyi deeply uncomfortable.
Under normal circumstances, she might not have said anything.
But since the villain was injured and weakened, it was the perfect time to press him.
If she didn't take this chance to properly bully him, when would she?
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Su Qing immediately sensed the shift and asked.
This divine beauty, who usually acted all submissive around him, suddenly had a spine?
Ye Xueyi didn't answer—instead, she leapt onto the bed.
Perched above him, she looked down with that familiar haughty expression.
In that moment, the cold, confident divine beauty had returned.
Su Qing: "…"
Some people just never learn.
His gaze darkened dangerously, but before he could speak, she cut him off.
"Lord Su, I've warned you many times already—my martial aunt is my bottom line."
"I won't let anyone cross that line—do you understand?"
As she spoke, her white silk-covered foot, clad in high heels, inched toward Su Qing's hand.
Her eyes were full of threat—clearly saying that if he didn't cooperate, she'd stomp down hard.
There was no mistaking it—she was trying to force him into submission.
"Oh? And why exactly are you telling me this?"
Su Qing's lips curved into a mischievous smile.
If anything, this side of her only made him want to bully her more.
What was the saying?
Play hard to get.
"If you have any grievances, take them out on me. Martial Aunt shouldn't have to bear any of it!"
Ye Xueyi's tone was firm.
Su Qing stared at her, silent.
As someone who knew her personality inside out, he could see through her act instantly.
The so-called righteous defense of her martial aunt—
Was really just veiled possessiveness.
The underlying message was simple—you're only allowed to bully me.
To some, this awkward, roundabout attitude might be cute.
But to Su Qing, it just made her all the more fun to tease.
"Promise me—okay?"
Ye Xueyi's tone softened, a hint of sweetness creeping in.
Despite her tsundere attitude, she knew how to play the game.
Any normal man would be powerless against this.
"Nope. You have your bottom line, and I have mine."
"If there's one thing I hate most, it's being ordered around. I especially hate being forced."
"Daring to say something like that to me—aren't you getting a little too cocky?"
Su Qing's smile grew more dangerous.
"You… aren't you supposed to be injured?"
Ye Xueyi's legs trembled slightly at that predatory look.
They'd known each other long enough for her to know exactly what that expression meant.
In short—she was in serious trouble.
"Injured? So what? You didn't think a little injury would stop me from handling you, did you?"
"Even if I were on my last breath, you'd still have to behave."
As Su Qing spoke, his hand shot out, grabbing her white silk-clad ankle.
He had to admit—under his influence, her sense of fashion had improved.
She never used to wear white silk and heels like this.
The smoothness of the silk and the slight chill of the leather straps felt surprisingly nice in his hand.
"Let go! If you keep this up, I won't hold back!"
Ye Xueyi's body shuddered, her voice urgent.
Her feet—were her biggest weak spot.
"Wearing shoes on the bed—what a bad habit."
Su Qing's face carried a satisfied smile.
For him, whether they were sensitive or not, their feet were always an obvious weak point.
As someone skilled in massage, he naturally knew exactly where to press to make them completely lose control.
A light press on the right acupoint was all it took to send waves of tingling numbness from their toes all the way up, delivering an unforgettable experience.
It didn't take long before Ye Xueyi, under his tugging, collapsed weakly onto the bed.
During the process, she had tried to resist and struggled with all her might.
But her body completely betrayed her, surrendering with no dignity left.
There was no helping it. At this point, a primal instinct of submission towards Su Qing had already taken root within her.
At some point, Su Qing had already sat up, while Ye Xueyi was firmly pinned down onto the bed.
The shift in their positions had happened almost instantly, yet it didn't feel the least bit out of place.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have said those things…"
Ye Xueyi's face was flushed red, her voice trembling as she begged for mercy.
Her tone and expression were both perfectly submissive, but in her eyes, there was still a glimmer of anticipation.
This seemingly righteous divine maiden clearly harbored something hidden deep inside her.
She wanted to press her face against Su Qing's body, using it to show her absolute obedience.
But the moment she leaned in, she immediately sensed something was off.
That sense of wrongness came from the scent.
The smile on her face vanished instantly, and her brow furrowed.
From his body, the divine maiden caught a scent she was extremely familiar with.
That scent—she had smelled it so many times before—it was unmistakably her martial aunt's fragrance!
What exactly… what exactly had happened here?