Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Click!

A sharp, tearing sound rang out, mingling with the howling wind outside the window, creating an eerie atmosphere.

The woman's body trembled slightly, as if she could foresee what was about to happen.

There was a hint of fear in his voice.

But she kept her eyes closed, biting her lip, and remained silent.

He gripped the bed sheet tightly with both hands.

Click!

The sound of clothes tearing rang out again.

Her outer garments were completely torn, leaving her barely clothed.

Fan Zui immediately noticed a mole on her left shoulder.

The memory of that night at the Fan residence flashed through her mind; Ye Liuli also had an identical mole on her left shoulder.

It's definitely her.

But why is she pretending not to know me?

Could it be that the remnants of the Hehuan Sect are truly hiding in the City of Daughters?

However, since the female disciples of the Hehuan Sect cultivate by absorbing yang energy to replenish yin energy, and there are no men in the city of women, how can they cultivate here?

Can you hold it in?

"The boss handed you over to me. What's your mission? You can at least tell me that, right?"

He stopped what he was doing, no longer tearing at her clothes, and asked with a slight frown.

"I will give myself to you, and serve you for life, and follow you away from the city of daughters."

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke in a low, hesitant voice.

"It seems that no man who enters the City of Daughters ever leaves alive, so why am I an exception?"

He asked the question that had been bothering him again.

But the woman again avoided answering, only whispering:

“The young master is an exception.”

"When can I leave?"

"Stay for a few days."

"..."

He simply couldn't understand why the man who held immense power and could rebel at any moment, yet didn't, had arranged this trip for him.

How long is the "stay for a few days"?

Who is in charge of the City of Women?

The woman trembled slightly at the mention of this person, seemingly extremely afraid and unwilling to even speak of him.

This made him even more curious.

Seeing that the woman remained silent, seemingly resigned to her fate, he was at a loss for words. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and said:

"You go."

Without asking why, the woman got up, decisively left the room, and disappeared.

A lingering fragrance remains.

Not long after the woman left, Ju Zi pushed open the door and entered.

Seeing him straightening his clothes, she glanced at the torn woman's clothes on the ground, paused slightly, and said in a low voice:

"Young master, this place is very strange. There is no one outside at night."

"It is indeed very strange, and we need to be careful."

He nodded, then walked to the window and looked outside.

A cold wind was blowing gently, its whooshing sound never ceasing.

It was pitch black, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

"Young master, perhaps we should leave quickly."

"It's orange," Orange said in a low voice.

After a moment's hesitation, he shook his head and said:

"Since it was arranged by our godfather, he must have his reasons. Let's stay for a few days and see what happens."

"Young master, it's very cold tonight. Why don't you stay in your room and sleep there?"

Orange suddenly said in a low voice.

As she said this, her back was to Fan Zui, and her face seemed to be flushed.

"Well, that's fine too."

Having a maid to warm his bed was naturally a good thing, so he didn't refuse.

As for the boss, he couldn't care less about that anymore.

Something feels off...

After washing up, I turned off the lights and went to bed.

Sure enough, the bed was already warm.

Seeing him get into bed, Ju Zi quickly moved over a bit to make room for him.

In the pitch black, only the sound of breathing could be heard in the room.

Now, up close, he could barely feel the warmth emanating from the orange.

She was nervous.

On the side, Ju Zi's heart was pounding in her throat; she was incredibly nervous.

Could this be considered as her sharing a bed with the young master?

But, I wonder if he'll do *that* later...

If he really can't hold back, what should I do?

Close your eyes and let him do whatever he wants.

Is it not good to stay completely still?

Or perhaps we should offer a token act of resistance.

The young master had a reputation in brothels before, so he should know how to have fun.

Ok?

What was that sound?

Upon closer listening, Ju Zi was dumbfounded – it was the young master's snoring.

what's the situation.

Falling asleep now?

real or fake?

After waiting for a while with no response, she tiptoed closer and reached out to test the waters.

She really did fall asleep.

"..."

Orange started to have some existential doubts.

Is it because I'm not proactive enough, or not charming enough?

How come the young master is sleeping so soundly after only lying down?

Fan Zui was naturally unaware of Ju Zi's thoughts; at that moment, he had already drifted off to sleep.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at a waterfall.

Deeper into the canyon, the clear spring water meanders like silver threads, eventually converging into a magnificent waterfall, resembling a natural fountain.

The cascading water sprayed like snowflakes, and the roar of the water was deafening.

In the pool beneath the waterfall, sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating the woman's fair, jade-like skin.

She exuded a captivating fragrance, and her slender figure was graceful and alluring.

She tenderly removed her plain-colored clothes, gently stroking her soft, long hair with her slender hands, resembling a beautiful woman with a charming smile.

Water droplets glistened along her body, wetting her soft skin and highlighting her curves and grace.

She closed her eyes contentedly, enjoying the comfort of the bath; her figure and the water splashed together, creating a scene as beautiful as a poem.