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Chapter 199 She Never Treated Herself Badly

Several males turned around when they heard the noise, and when they saw the completely renovated Teng, they were all stunned.

Teng Manbu carefully raised his eyes and swept them over the crowd, raising an eyebrow and showing great satisfaction with their surprised expressions.

He glanced at Bai Cang, raised his chin slightly, and gestured towards the bamboo house, saying reluctantly, "Aying wants you to come over."

Bai Cang curled his lips, glanced at the clothes beside him, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to take them all with him.

As soon as she stepped into the bamboo house, Fuying came to greet her. She naturally took the clothes from his hands, her fingertips brushing against his wrist unintentionally. Her eyes sparkled with a smile as she praised, "My dear, with you here, I really don't need to worry about anything."

Bai Cang's breath hitched, and he stared intently at her for a long while.

After a long pause, he spoke, his tender voice slightly hoarse: "I am willing to always share Aying's burdens."

Fu Ying chuckled softly, her slender arms encircling Bai Cang's lean waist.

As soon as Bai Cang raised his hand, the animal skin on his body was already neatly peeled off by her.

The two have been married for a long time, so Fuying naturally wouldn't hold back.

Bai Cang was slightly taken aback. She had already picked up the prepared clothes and dressed him one by one.

Unlike Teng's flamboyant and unruly nature, Bai Cang is tall and slender with a noble air, resembling a quintessential celestial beauty.

After all, he's the most handsome among the beastmen, so even the simplest funeral style looks good on him.

However, instead of preparing a cool white robe for him, she took out a scarlet ancient-style robe similar to her own.

Bai Cang's features were exquisitely beautiful, with striking eyebrows and eyes, and lips as red as cinnabar. However, he had a head of silver hair, which balanced out his almost alluring beauty. Wearing such intense colors on him, he did not appear vulgar at all, but instead made him look even more enchanting and noble.

Crimson robes like fire, silver hair like snow—a strikingly handsome demon.

His wide sleeves hung down, giving the simple bamboo house an ancient charm.

Fu Ying stared intently at Bai Cang, her eyes slightly darkening. If she hadn't been tempered by the trials of the three thousand minor worlds and possessed considerable self-control, she probably wouldn't have been able to restrain herself and would have pushed him down directly.

Compared to Teng's discomfort, Bai Cang adapted well to the outfit.

His amber eyes were fixed intently on Fuying, taking in the amazement in her eyes. His gaze swept over her and his own crimson robes, and he gently curved his lips into a smile, placing his long, slender hand on her cheek.

"Does it look good?"

Bai Cangjing stood quietly in front of him, her tender and lingering voice carrying an intensely seductive tone.

His scarlet robe accentuated his snow-white skin. When he tilted his head slightly to look at her, the small mole at the corner of his eye added to his allure. His narrow, fox-like eyes were filled with soft light. His silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall. After removing the dark gold headband covering his forehead, he revealed eight black star patterns. He truly looked like a bewitching fox spirit, yet he was also noble and elegant, making people dare not easily defile him.

Standing here, he is a picture of a handsome man, full of life and charm.

"Beautiful!" Fu Ying was momentarily dazed, but quickly came back to her senses.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe and gave Bai Cang's crimson lips a hard kiss.

With such a stunning beauty right in front of you, why not kiss her? Even one more kiss would be a bonus.

She never mistreats herself.

Bai Cang chuckled softly, his crimson sleeves fluttering as his long arms firmly encircled her waist. His long eyelashes blinked lightly, then drooped down, deepening the kiss.

Fu Ying tried to pull herself back and pushed Bai Cang away slightly. The latter's eyes were filled with lingering ambiguous feelings, and his fingertips lingered on the corners of Fu Ying's eyes, which were turning crimson. A hint of regret flashed across his face.

"Serious business! We need to get down to business today!" Fu Ying pursed her lips and spoke seriously, though her breathing was a little rapid. These men were all incredibly seductive, but this vixen was the most alluring of them all. Every gesture she made seemed to be coated with aphrodisiacs, making her utterly irresistible.

Bai Cang chuckled softly, his fingertip sliding from the corner of her eye to the corner of her moist lips, his voice rising slightly at the end: "Okay, save it for next time."

Fuying looked down into the mirror and saw a perfect couple reflected in it, their red robes overlapping, one alluring and the other noble.

She looked Bai Cang up and down, and couldn't help but click her tongue softly; he was simply perfect.

A bewitchingly handsome demon man, I'm impressed.

Bai Cang stared at his reflection in the mirror for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Fu Ying: "Who does A Ying want next?"

Fu Ying smiled and sighed softly, seemingly out of the blue, "Bai Cang, what would I do without you?"

Before he could finish speaking, Fuying was pulled into a slightly cool embrace. Bai Cang gently rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice soft but filled with unwavering certainty: "Aying, we will be together forever."

Fuying leaned against his chest and chuckled softly, her drooping eyelashes obscuring the clarity in her eyes.

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The third person to step into the bamboo house was Qinglan.

As soon as he entered, he looked straight at Fuying, his slender fingers resting on his waist. With a gentle tug, the animal skin fell to the ground.

His ear tips instantly turned red, and a thin blush spread across his delicate cheeks. The bone ornaments in his long flaxen hair jingled with each movement, making a crisp, tinkling sound that evoked a sense of pity in one's heart.

Fu Ying unconsciously softened her gaze.

Qinglan is always like this, as clean as the unmelted ice and snow in the mountain stream, without any impurities.

He was too clean.

"Come here." Fu Ying gently hooked Qing Lan's fingertips and brought him in front of her. She took out a white shirt and put it on him by hand, deliberately leaving the top button undone, the collar slightly open, revealing his jade-like collarbone skin.

Paired with simple campus-style trousers and canvas shoes, the young man in front of you instantly transforms from a snow cheetah into the most captivating white moonlight on campus.

Fuying rolled up the cuffs of Qinglan's shirt twice, revealing a section of her beautifully shaped forearm, adding a touch of asceticism.

She couldn't help but cup Qinglan's face in her hands, gazing into his clear, grey-brown eyes. His eyes, as clean as a spring, reflected her smiling face: "Qinglan, you are definitely the most handsome man I've ever seen in a white shirt."

Qinglan was taken aback, staring at Fuying in a daze. After a moment, he pursed his thin lips slightly, his voice ethereal, like a morning breeze sweeping through the mountains: "Aying, will you always like me like this?"

Fu Ying looked at the cautious expectation in his eyes and smiled, "Yes!"

She reached out and gently wrapped her arms around Qinglan's waist, whispering, "I love Qinglan no matter what she looks like."

Upon hearing her response, a faint smile appeared in Qinglan's usually cool eyes.

As he leaned down, his breath, as light as frost and snow, enveloped her. A kiss as light as a feather landed on her lips, touching and then fading away.

"I will, and always love Aying." Qinglan took a half step back, the candlelight gilding his long eyelashes, and in the dappled shadows, his eyes revealed undisguised joy.

Fu Ying paused for a moment, then Qing Lan turned and walked out, saying, "I'll call Dan Yue in."

She watched Qinglan's departing figure, her red lips slightly pursed, revealing a truly pure heart.

pity.

Fu Ying blinked her clear, beautiful eyes, suppressing all her emotions. She tapped the table lightly with her fingertips and said softly, "These photo albums of top-tier male gods, if we bring them back to the station, they should fetch an astronomical price, right?"

(End of this chapter)