“Use mine then…” Setting down his teacup, Xia Yuye stood up, looking at Xiaotu, then at his master, Xueyi Zhenren, Muyan. “Okay!” Muyan, who had been silent all along, finally spoke to Xia Yuye. This was indeed a surprising statement! No one expected he would agree to let his disciple undergo a heart transplant for someone else.
Xia Yuye seemed not at all surprised, just looking at Xiaotu with deep affection…
“Impossible!” Xia Yuye was her husband! He was someone very important to her! Among them, she couldn’t let any of them take the risk! They were all her husbands!
“Does one become particularly foolish when it comes to matters of the heart?” Rubbing her nose, Qingyun sighed, seemingly helpless, crossing her legs. “I say, little Lingying, does Muyan ever do anything without thinking it through? Have you not wondered why you saw him fiddling with something as soon as you entered? Have you not wondered why he was feeding him snow lotus water? Have you not wondered why he agreed to let his disciple undergo a heart transplant? Have you not considered… if he didn’t have a plan, would he have suggested ‘heart transplant’ to you? Little Lingying, you’ve really become foolish! Muyan is the one who thinks of you the most!”
“Ow, why did you hit me!” Just as she finished speaking, she got a knock on the head. She shot a defiant glance at Muyan, who was still grinding herbs nearby, and silently thought, “Don’t think I don’t know it was you who hit me! Hmph!”
This speech awakened the dreamer! Watching Muyan still fussing with the herbs, memories came flooding back. She remembered how he used to love researching his herbs, and every time she came to Snow Mountain, it was Qingyun who greeted her, but Muyan was always so meticulous! In her memory, Muyan was a very attentive big brother, always considering everything for her, yet always in such a silent, unassuming way…
“I am a nine-tailed fox, dear.” He walked up to her, his hand caressing her face with infatuation and affection… “A nine-tailed fox? Brother Ye, you are a nine-tailed fox?” Her golden eyes widened in disbelief; he was one of the most spiritual and extremely rare species of foxes, the nine-tailed fox. “Since the creation of the world by Pangu, the nine-tailed fox has been the most spiritual fox clan. They are divided into three levels: silver fox, gold fox, and snow fox, with the silver fox being the rarest of all! Wow, Yuye, what kind of fox are you?” Qingyun couldn’t help but ask curiously. “I am a silver fox! I only discovered this recently.” Indeed, he was a silver fox, the only surviving nine-tailed silver fox in the world…
“Back then, I found you in the snow. You were just a little fox cub.” Looking at the falling snow outside, Muyan mused. “But, Brother Ye, what does being a nine-tailed fox have to do with a heart transplant?” She was puzzled. Being a nine-tailed fox was indeed rare, full of spiritual essence, even with the potential to become a demon king, but what did it have to do with a heart transplant?
“Because I have two hearts.” Gazing at her beautiful face, anxious, Xia Yuye said with a chuckle. “What? Two hearts? How is that possible?” Everyone was shocked; how could a person have two hearts? Whether mortal, demon, or even a great immortal, it was impossible to have two hearts!
“The characteristic of a nine-tailed silver fox is to have two hearts and nine lives…” His intention to save Xia Yuye was not pure from the start. Muyan was not a philanthropist; it was because Xia Yuye was a nine-tailed silver fox! And because he had two hearts!
He was selfish! Every step he took, everything he did, was for one person! All his plans were for her!
“Brother Ye, even if you are a nine-tailed fox with two hearts, Xiaotu owes you too much. Those hearts are yours, shouldn’t you cherish yourself? What would happen if you lost one heart? I can’t imagine it, nor dare to take the risk. Brother Ye, you have no obligation, none of you do, to sacrifice everything for me, even your lives…”
“I can’t even give you a complete love, a gentle care…” Quietly, her beautiful eyes gazed out at the falling snowflakes, suddenly filled with melancholy…
Snowflakes danced in her hair, spinning. She was beautiful, otherworldly, making one’s heart tremble, as if she might vanish at any moment. In a fleeting moment, she was about to be carried away by the wind, turning into snowflakes scattered among the mountains. “What are you daydreaming about? We are your husbands; isn’t it only natural for us to share your burdens?” Liu Qing chuckled softly, finally realizing that his precious one often let her thoughts wander. Silently and cautiously, he approached her, draping a cloak over her, his warm smile seemingly capable of melting the millennia-old snow-capped mountains. Turning his head, he looked back, and a moist warmth touched her lips. Before her was an enlarged, handsome face, his angular features, golden eyes radiating both dominance and tenderness. His straight nose and sensual lips pressed against hers…
She widened her eyes in disbelief, her cheeks flushing with a blush. His soft, hot tongue slowly conquered her defenses, parting her lips and touching her pearl-like teeth, the warm breath enveloping her face. Suddenly, her cheeks were aflame with embarrassment, burning with a rosy cloud as so many watched. How could Wang Xie be so bold… she muttered to herself, her small fists pounding his firm chest. “Focus, don’t let your mind wander,” he whispered, gently biting her lip as if to punish her distraction, his hand tightening around her waist. His golden eyes burned with a desire to consume her. With one kiss, he left her breathless; with another, he stirred her emotions…
He wanted her to know she was his greatest love, the one Wang Xie would protect, cherish, and tolerate for all lifetimes. With just one kiss, he wanted her to understand his desire, his love, his possessiveness… “Ahem, you lovebirds, could you not consider the setting for your affection? Clearly, you want me to be jealous of your happiness!” Qing Yun, feigning jealousy, interrupted their kiss as she felt the atmosphere in the room shift.
Glancing at Mu Yan, whose hands were tightly clenched, veins bulging, his face like a thousand-year-old frost, “Thump, thump, thump!” The sound of pounding herbs grew heavier. Qing Yun couldn’t help but find it amusing, thinking, Brother Mu Yan, you’re not free-spirited. If you love her, why not pursue her? How can others understand your feelings if you just guard silently? A century ago, you missed her, and now she’s back, why are you so cold towards her?
“Wang Xie, that was not right of you, sneaking a kiss!” A green shadow flashed by, and the stunning figure was instantly in Liu Qing’s embrace, a slight tickle on her lips, and by the time she came to, her lips were slightly swollen, adorably so. “Little one, how long has it been since you’ve satisfied us?” His ambiguous words whispered in her ear, and she felt something hard and hot against her waist, her face turning red. He was… reacting…
It had been a while since she and her dear husbands had enjoyed each other’s company, no wonder they were reacting this way. “Once you’ve sorted things out, I’ll make sure you can’t leave the bed!” His words carried a hint of threat, but more so, affection and anticipation.
“Damn, M Xiao, are you kids looking for trouble? Wanting to put on a live sex show in front of me or what? M Xiao, you’re just picking on me, a lonely man who’s always with these green mountains and waters! You’re deliberately trying to provoke me!” Qing Yun jumped up from his chair, stormed over to Liu Qing, grabbed his ear, and pulled without a word.
