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Chapter 326 The Jealous Young Woman, the Flower of Evil Quietly Blooms

Chapter 326 The Jealous Young Woman, the Flower of Evil Quietly Blooms

On the way back, Xiao Yun's face was filled with obvious joy.

"Sigh, if everyone were like Robert, the world would be so much more beautiful."

Just imagine being able to stay at home and develop peacefully, and occasionally dragging your buddies on a fairytale-like adventure in another world—Xiao Yun couldn't even imagine how happy he would be.

"But unfortunately, there are still too many scoundrels like Gu Shen."

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Yun's eyes, and his fantasy was instantly shattered.

Just thinking about that bastard's face ruins my good mood.

Can't Gu Shen, that dog, just die?!

As Xiao Yun slowly returned from his reverie, he realized that Jing Feiwan was staring straight at him.

Xiao Yun frowned and touched his face. "Is there something on my face?"

"No, but I suspect you have something going on with the Hermit."

Jing Feiwan's eyes turned slightly cold, filled with doubt and wariness: "That guy is very aloof; he usually kills any strange man who gets close. Why would he give you a precious potion formula?"

She paused, narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, and said coldly, "Could it be that she—has taken a liking to you?"

Xiao Yun was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"What nonsense are you thinking? That's my sister."

Xiao Yun raised his hand and tapped her on the head, saying, "Speaking of which, all they gave you was a potion formula, and you're already being so suspicious. Is it really necessary?"

Jing Feiwan didn't hear the rest of his sentence at all, and just let out a long sigh of relief: "So it's just my sister, oh, that scared me to death—"

She patted her chest with her delicate hand, and the rippling waves made Xiao Yun unable to look away for a moment.

So big—so soft—

Xiao Yun silently commented in his heart, and just as he looked up to look away, he met Jing Feiwan's eyes.

"Is it pretty?"

"nice."

Xiao Yun said earnestly, without a trace of shame.

"Hmph, their skin is getting thicker and thicker."

Jing Feiwan snorted and pinched his cheek.

"If you make your face look even uglier next time, I'll make it for you."

Xiao Yun helplessly shrugged, indicating that he would comply.

Jing Feiwan nodded in satisfaction, a smile returning to her eyes.

Then she remembered and asked, "By the way, speaking of which, how come I've never heard of you having a younger sister? And I seem to have heard that the Hermit's surname isn't Xiao."

"Oh, well, our family situation is a bit complicated. His father and my mother got together after their divorce, so it's a blended family."

Xiao Yun offered a casual explanation, but felt Jing Feiwan's gaze sharpen again: "So—you're not blood siblings?"

"That's enough."

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Xiao Yun frowned slightly, then tapped her head twice with his fingers: "It's best not to joke about things like family."

Sensing Xiao Yunzhen's anger, Jing Feiwan nodded obediently and clung to him like a kitten that had made a mistake.

"I'm sorry, I was being too sensitive."

When they first met, she only enjoyed teasing this handsome young man.

But from betraying Gu Shen to help Xiao Yun, to coming to find him alone after entering the Sea of ​​No Points, the two revealed their true feelings in that ambiguous atmosphere, and the previously barely visible window paper was broken.

But for some reason, when Xiao Yun actually accepted this relationship, she felt somewhat at a loss.

Perhaps it was the thrill of being treated with sincerity, or perhaps it was the fear of losing this hard-won support.

More likely, after experiencing certain events, her superficial pretense was torn away, and her hidden sensitivity and insecurity completely erupted.

Everything before my eyes was so beautiful, like a dream.

But in her memory, the violence, humiliation, loneliness, and helplessness seemed so close, like the boundless ocean beneath her feet, ready to swallow her up at any moment.

The warm body in his arms was trembling slightly, and Xiao Yun couldn't help but sigh, gently patting her back.

"You know what, Wanwan? The moment I saw you, I knew we were the same kind of people. We both try to appear strong and confident to hide our tragic past."

His voice was as gentle as the wind, which gradually calmed Jing Feiwan down.

"So, Miss, would you like to hear my story?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Jing Feiwan's eyes, and she gently hummed in agreement and nodded.

Xiao Yun smiled, controlled his speaking speed, and began to explain.

"Once upon a time, there was a very unlucky guy. His father died young, and his materialistic mother remarried, taking him with her—"

His voice remained relaxed, as if he were telling a completely unrelated story.

But Jing Feiwan saw pain in his eyes.

She felt as if her heart was being squeezed by something, the pain was so intense it was suffocating.

Finally, she couldn't listen anymore, grabbed Xiao Yun's head and pulled it into her arms.

"Stop talking."

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Jing Feiwan patted his back gently and said with a smile, "I'll let you take advantage of me since you're so pitiful."

"Um."

Xiao Yun responded in a muffled voice, enjoying this hard-won warmth.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a top-tier facial cleanser, just like a cloud.

"Speaking of which, Su Su did the same thing before—"

A look of disbelief flashed across Xiao Yun's eyes, as if this scene was familiar.

However, I was too young then, and there was no ambiguity or desire like there is now.

It was just a kind soul's goodwill towards a poor boy of the same age.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yun's lips curled into a smile, but then he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy: "I wonder how Su Su is doing now—"

With the three creatures he left behind—the little fire dragon, the crow king, and the rebellious son—Su Muqing's safety is definitely not a problem.

But he's been missing for so long, she must be terribly worried.

"We've acquired all the necessary resources; it's time to set off as soon as possible."

Xiao Yun couldn't help but start thinking about a plan.

Just then, Jing Feiwan's puzzled voice came from above: "Why do I feel like your mind isn't on me?"

Xiao Yun's heart stirred, but he casually sat up and said calmly, "Hmm, I'm thinking about the arrangements for the future."

"Is that so?"

Jing Feiwan narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, the light in them seeming to pierce through Xiao Yun's heart: "Why do I have a feeling that when you were nestled in my arms just now, you were thinking about another woman?"

Holy crap!

Xiao Yun gasped inwardly, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

A woman's intuition in these kinds of things is terrifying!

His heart was in turmoil, but thanks to the effect of the Thousand Faces, he remained outwardly unchanged and calmly said, "Impossible, you're mistaken."

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"Yeah?"

The suspicion in Jing Feiwan's eyes did not diminish at all.

Seeing Xiao Yun pretend to be nonchalant as he turned and walked out of the cabin, she became even more certain of her guess.

"Hmph, you bastard! You're taking advantage of me while you're in my arms and you're thinking about other women!"

Jing Feiwan gritted her teeth and frantically waved her arms and legs.

But a moment later, she sighed with a bitter smile.

"There seems to be nothing that can be done about someone like him."

As a man, Xiao Yun is too outstanding. His looks, strength, influence, and reputation are all impeccable. He is so good that even men would be attracted to him.

She had no doubt that if Xiao Yun were more proactive in this regard, the headquarters of Ideal Country could be filled with women willing to pay him.

Fortunately, Xiao Yun was not the kind of person who was promiscuous.

But this personality trait also means that he will never let go of any woman he approves of.

"But love is a selfish thing—"

"Jing Feiwan's expression gradually turned gloomy, and flames burned fiercely in his eyes."