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Upon hearing Dai Chengfeng's question, Zhu Zhuqing buried her face in his chest. Her voice was muffled, carrying a hint of laziness and slight irritation:
"To be honest… I'm not really that bothered."
"After all, given your status and strength, you're destined to become the Emperor of Star Luo one day. I've been mentally prepared for this."
"But… Dai Chengfeng… you're moving way too fast…"
As she spoke, Zhu Zhuqing raised her head, glaring at him with a pout. However, her gaze lacked any real force; instead, it was filled with lingering passion from their earlier kiss.
"How long has it even been?"
"First, there was the Princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect Ning Rongrong, then there was Huo Wu from the Blazing Fire Academy, who seemed to have special feelings for you, and now you've mysteriously brought back Xiao Wu…"
"Dai Chengfeng, do you lose your footing every time you meet a girl whose name contains the character 'Wu'?"
Dai Chengfeng couldn't help but chuckle at her words, caught between amusement and exasperation.
He tightened his arms around her smooth back, "Huo Wu? Xiao Wu?"
"What does one have to do with the other?"
"Huo Wu was simply grateful because I saved her. As for Xiao Wu, it was purely coincidental."
"What could I possibly have with them?"
Zhu Zhuqing squirmed slightly in Dai Chengfeng's embrace, adjusting to a more comfortable position. A snort escaped her nose, heavy with disbelief:
"Hmph, easy for you to say."
"What about Ning Rongrong? Ning Rongrong is definitely real, isn't she?"
At the mention of Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing's tone was filled with certainty.
After all, the relationship between Dai Chengfeng and Ning Rongrong was undeniable—it was far from simple!
Dai Chengfeng felt momentarily stumped. Regarding Ning Rongrong, he did feel somewhat guilty.
The little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect—her playful charm and liveliness, along with the subtle yet undeniable ambiguous interactions between them, were all very real and impossible to completely deny.
Caught off guard by Zhu Zhuqing's pointed remark, he found himself at a loss for words and grew slightly flustered.
This girl, usually quiet and reserved, turned out to be so sharp-tongued when it came to matters like this!
It seemed that his earlier "lesson" hadn't been thorough enough to fully "subdue" her.
With that thought, Dai Chengfeng stopped trying to defend himself. He leaned down again and captured her rosy lips, giving her a firm peck as punishment.
"It seems… you haven't been disciplined enough!"
Before Zhu Zhuqing could react, another deep kiss followed.
This time, unlike the previous gentle and lingering ones, it carried a stronger sense of aggression and dominance…
Initially, Zhu Zhuqing tried to resist, emitting faint whimpers. But soon, under Dai Chengfeng's fierce assault and skillful teasing, she surrendered.
Her body was far more honest than her words. The passion that had just subsided was easily reignited, and with greater intensity.
She felt her entire body go limp, as if all her strength had been drained. She could only weakly cling to his broad shoulders, passively enduring this suffocating kiss. Her once icy eyes were now veiled with moisture, brimming with seductive allure.
Ultimately, she collapsed completely into his arms, like a tamed kitten…
Only faint breathing and a slightly trembling body remained.
Feeling the warmth and dependence of the soft figure in his arms, Dai Chengfeng finally ended the long kiss. His fingertips gently brushed over her slightly swollen lips.
"Zhuqing, you're the most understanding."
Zhu Zhuqing buried her burning cheeks back into the crook of his neck and softly "Mm"-ed, her voice barely audible.
Dai Chengfeng held the now docile Zhu Zhuqing, speaking softly and soothingly to explain—or perhaps comfort—her.
Then, after a few more moments of tenderness, he tucked her blanket securely and rose.
Leaving Zhu Zhuqing's tent, which was still filled with warm, intimate scents, Dai Chengfeng took a deep breath of the cool night air outside, attempting to dispel the lingering sensuality from his mind.
He looked up at the sky. The moon had already drifted westward, and the campsite was silent.
Dai Chengfeng rubbed his temples. Zhu Zhuqing was only the first hurdle; two more "vinegar jars" awaited him.
This sharing of affections truly wasn't easy—it was akin to commanding a small-scale battle, requiring precise strategy and strong execution.
He adjusted his robe to ensure everything was in order, then stepped toward another nearby tent—smaller but more delicately arranged.
Inside lived Hu Liena, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall…
She was more cunning, her emotions harder to grasp, and thus more difficult to handle.
Sure enough, upon lifting the tent flap, he saw that Hu Liena wasn't resting.
Instead, she lounged lazily on a rug covered with soft animal pelts, wearing only a thin silk nightgown that accentuated her breathtaking curves.
It seemed she had anticipated Dai Chengfeng's arrival, as she was idly playing with a strand of her chestnut-colored hair. Her exquisite face bore an enigmatic smile, and her naturally flirtatious peach-shaped eyes shimmered with inscrutable light under the dim lantern.
"Well," she parted her red lips, her voice laced with a lazy magnetism, her tone rising slightly with mockery.
"Has the Fourth Prince finished consoling the Empress Consort?"
"Finally found the time to grace my humble abode?"
"I thought you'd stay there all night."
Dai Chengfeng had expected such a barbed welcome.
Without wasting words, he lowered the tent flap behind him, cutting off the outside view, and walked over, sitting next to her.
The tent was filled with a unique, alluring fragrance—Hu Liena's signature scent.
He reached out and firmly pulled her slender waist, which was almost too delicate to hold, drawing her soft, fragrant form into his arms.
Hu Liena made a token struggle, so minimal it was almost negligible, before leaning comfortably into his embrace.
She settled into a cozy position, but the teasing curve of her lips remained. Her delicate fingers began tracing absent-minded circles on his firm chest, lightly teasing him.
"Nana, don't make trouble."
Dai Chengfeng lowered his head, looking at her face, which was now close enough to touch.
Up close, her skin was flawless, her features perfectly crafted, as if by the heavens themselves. Especially her eyes—they seemed capable of capturing souls.
Unlike Zhu Zhuqing's cold stubbornness or Ning Rongrong's playful liveliness, Hu Liena's beauty was mature and dangerous, imbued with a keen insight into human nature and a subtle sense of detachment that stirred a man's desire to conquer.
"How dare I make trouble?"
Hu Liena raised her eyes, their light shifting, her tone exaggeratedly aggrieved, though her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"I'm just in awe of the Fourth Prince's boundless charm. Wherever you go, flowers bloom."
"Even in the perilous depths of the Great Star Dou Forest, you 'coincidentally' stumbled upon such a pitiable, fatefully named little beauty."
"This kind of luck… it's truly enviable."
She deliberately emphasized the words "coincidentally" and "fate."
Dai Chengfeng understood clearly. Reasoning with Hu Liena or presenting facts wouldn't work well.
She was smarter and more sensitive than Zhu Zhuqing. Ordinary explanations would only be seen as excuses.
What she craved was the feeling of being treated specially, being cherished, and engaging in a psychological game of sorts.
Rather than wasting words, it was better to show his stance through action.
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