Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 349 Afei Deng Duanlang

Before long, Lin Xian'er would be coming over.

You could tell she wasn't wearing shoes; her little feet were tapping lightly on the floor. Even before she entered the bedroom, a pleasant fragrance wafted through the air.

Li Xunhuan was outside the window at this moment. Without having to hold A Fei down, he carefully looked around the room. The furnishings inside were very simple, with only a bed, a cabinet, and a table.

There weren't many clothes in the closet, and they were all very simple. There was a small makeup box on the table, but it didn't contain much pollen.

But Lin Xian'er didn't put on makeup here. Instead, she went to another room, but no one knows why.

A beautiful figure lifted the beaded curtain, revealing a stunning face.

Li Xunhuan could tell that she had indeed dressed up carefully today, with light makeup and heavy makeup, her black hair hanging down in strands, and wearing very simple clothes that covered nothing, which made her even more beautiful. Her charming smile complemented her perfectly.

She circled around, showing off her stunning beauty, and walked step by step toward the large bed.

This bed was Lin Xian'er's tool of production, so it was naturally decorated in an extremely luxurious manner. The tassels on the brocade curtains were colorful, and the goose feather quilt on the bed was as soft as a pile of clouds, so soft that once you sank into it, you couldn't climb out.

But she saw that Guo Songyang was lying motionless on the bed, as if he were asleep.

Lin Xian'er was furious. How could someone not appreciate how beautifully she was dressed up? What a spoilsport!

Everyone else was practically begging for a taste of their own medicine, but this guy slept like a log?!

But at that moment, Murong Fu used the special pronunciation technique from the Soul-Capturing Technique to say to Lin Xian'er, "Xian'er, I'm shy... come up here."

Lin Xian'er was taken aback. Hearing Guo Songyang's bubbly voice, her body went weak. She then said, "Tie Jian, so you're shy after all. Ah, I've got you!"

Although Afei couldn't speak at the moment, his mind and senses were clear.

He had a pure and intense love for Lin Xian'er, so when he saw her coming, he naturally made a gesture.

But when he heard Lin Xian'er call it "Little Sword," just like she called it "Little Fly" when she helped him, his anger suddenly surged like a burst dam, leaving him with only endless sorrow.

He could not speak, but his heart was in turmoil, a torrential downpour:

Please, please stop. Xian'er, please stop!

But Lin Xian'er was unaware of Guo Songyang's thoughts; she only sensed the trembling in his body.

She thought to herself: What, the fourth best in the world? Never heard of it. This little iron sword can only tremble in my hands.

On the surface, Lin Xianji still took out her weapon. Li Xunhuan, who was looking out the window, could imagine A Fei's pain, while Guo Songyang himself felt embarrassed to see himself being served by the number one beauty in the martial arts world, especially since his superior, Murong Fu, was watching him with a half-smile.

Lenz's law is like a spoiled little devil, always saying, "Who—who allowed you in! Who—let you out!"

very interesting.

But the fun didn't last long, and "Guo Songyang" was dismissed from get out of class.

He experienced a social death, but thankfully it wasn't his own.

I glanced at Lin Xian'er, who was standing not far away with a half-smile, wondering if she would gossip about it outside...

Ah Fei felt as if he was about to burn out. Although Lin Xianji had helped him before, he felt that this was the highest form of etiquette, where both parties were in love and had not overstepped the bounds of propriety.

But who would have thought that Lin Xian'er, whom he regarded as a fairy, a saint, or even a mother, would so easily do such a thing with a strange man?!

Ah Fei wanted to die; he wanted to kill Murong Fu, Li Xunhuan, Guo Songyang, and Lin Xian'er before he died.

But he also knew that he couldn't kill these people... Was he the only one who could die?

But now he was bound to the bed, unable to even die, and his body was even responding to Lin Xian'er.

He hated it! He hated it so much!!

Murong Fu also removed the protective aura from A Fei's face.

After all, A'Zhu's disguise technique was done with dough and mud, so Lin Xian'er would definitely notice it as soon as she tried it. With the protection of true qi, Lin Xian'er naturally wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

Murong Fu also went in through the window.

"You?" Lin Xian'er noticed a voice and turned around, only to see the two people she feared most: Murong Fu and Li Xunhuan.

The two stepped over the windowsill and into the room. Murong Fu's white boots with gold-embroidered lotus flowers seemed to be pressing on Lin Xian'er's throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.

He saw a third figure behind the two...

Those were Ah Fei's clothes. How could Lin Xian'er forget? They were clothes she had just made for Ah Fei.

"Xiao Fei...no, it was Guo Songyang who forced me...Waaah, he said he would kill us, and I, Lin Xian'er, instinctively put on a pitiful act, perfectly portraying a woman who had been bullied and was full of grievances."

If someone were unaware of the situation, they might actually believe it to some extent, but the three standing and one lying down witnessed the whole thing.

Even Ah Fei, who was still crying, became the one who believed Lin Xianji's nonsense the whole time.

In particular, after witnessing Lin Xian'er's acting skills, Afei realized that the days they had spent together were all a lie, and that he had always been the fool who was deceived.

The rage emanating from his eyes could have roasted Lin Xian'er alive.

But at this moment, Lin Xian'er did not see A Fei's gaze; instead, all her attention was focused on the "A Fei, no, not A Fei?!" at the window.

Is that Guo Songyang standing at the window?!

He just talked to himself...

...?!

Lin Xian'er didn't understand. Could it be that Guo Songyang had a twin brother?

He looked down at Guo Songyang beneath him and noticed that the other man's eyes were bulging as if there was a tumor.

It turned out that the tears had washed away the dough that Murong Fu had used to disguise A Fei, and the dough had swelled up after absorbing the tears.

Lin Xianji sensed something was wrong, reached out and touched it, and discovered that the person was actually a fake face.

"You're not Guo Songyang?!" The voice was filled with surprise and anger. Lin Xian'er felt insulted that she hadn't even figured out who this person was before they started playing together.

Turning to look at the person behind Murong Fu, he said, "You are Guo Songyang?!"

Why are you wearing Ah Fei's clothes?

Guo Songyang was about to speak when Murong Fu interrupted, "If you're going to seek thrills, then go all the way."

Seeing the venomous resentment and panic in Lin Xian'er's eyes, Murong Fu approached and said, "Don't you even know who your big client was just now?"

Lin Xian'er paused for a moment, then her hand moved, touching Guo Songyang's face with the hand that had just touched the sword.

Uncovering the disgusting dough, she saw a face she knew every day, a face she was all too familiar with. It always held a warm smile when it looked at her, but now it was filled with pain, resentment, and indifference!

"Xiao Fei?! You!"

How could it be... how could it be you?!

Lin Xian'er felt as if she had been pierced by a thousand arrows. She didn't know how a normal job could have led to him bringing in the potential stock he had carefully scouted.

Murong Fu had already released A Fei's acupoints. A Fei put on clothes, which were Guo Songyang's clothes. He no longer wanted to wear the clothes that Lin Xian'er had made for him; he felt disgusted.

As Afei was getting dressed, the muscles on Lin Xianji's face seemed to be gradually stiffening.

Seeing Afei start putting on his boots, she couldn't help but softly call out, "Xiaofei—"

The voice calling out was still so gentle, so sweet.

Ah Fei finally slowly raised his head and faced her.

His eyes were still bright; the tear stains had dried, but his eyes were still moist, as if he were about to cry again at any moment.

Lin Xian'er's eyes seemed to well up with tears as she softly said, "Xiao Fei, I was deceived—"

Ah Fei didn't move or speak; he seemed too stiff to move at all.

Lin Xian'er seemed oblivious to the awkwardness in his expression and continued, "I've resolved never to lie to you again, never to hurt you again. Whatever you want, I'll do as you say, I'll agree to anything you ask—"

This time she didn't use any tricks.

This time she was telling the truth, because she had decided to treat him with sincerity.

Ah Fei is an idiot, but it's also unlikely that Ah Fei is an idiot.

How could anyone who isn't a fool believe that Lin Xian'er is a pure woman?

But how could a fool possibly master such unparalleled speed in swordsmanship?

Ah Fei was furious, furious at his own foolishness and past naivety.

But then he fell silent. He was the fool. Who should he vent his anger on?

Is Chao still worried about Li Xunhuan? Is Chao still worried about Lin Xian'er, who does his laundry and cooks for him? Is Chao still worried about Murong Fu, who told him the truth? Is Chao still worried about Guo Songyang, who came to patronize Lin Xian'er?

He was emotionally exhausted, extremely emotionally drained...

Lin Xian'er took his hand and placed it on her chest.

Her voice was as sweet as honey.

"If I have ever wronged you in the past, I will make it up to you in the future. I will make you feel that no matter how good you are to me, it is all worth it."

Ah Fei suddenly removed his hand from her chest.

A hint of fear suddenly appeared in Lin Xian'er's eyes as she said, "You—you don't want me anymore, do you?"

Ah Fei stared at her quietly, as if he were seeing her for the first time.

Lin Xian'er said, "Everything I told you is the truth. Although I've had relationships with other men before—I've had them—it was all fake with them."

Her voice suddenly stopped because she suddenly saw the expression on Ah Fei's face.

Ah Fei's expression looked like he wanted to vomit.

Lin Xian'er involuntarily stood up and said, "You—you don't want to hear the truth? Do you like me lying to you?"

Ah Fei stared at her for a long, long time, then suddenly said, "I only have one thing I find strange."

Lin Xian'er asked, "What are you wondering about?"

Ah Fei slowly stood up and said, word by word, "I just don't understand how I could have ever fallen in love with a woman like you!"

Lin Xian'er suddenly felt a chill all over her body.

Ah Fei didn't say anything more.

He didn't need to say anything more; this one sentence was enough.

This one sentence was enough to plunge Lin Xianji into an abyss of no return.

Ah Fei slowly walked out, without glancing at Murong Fu and Li Xunhuan again.

Li Xunhuan wanted to call out to A Fei, but he choked up, not knowing what to say.

He sighed deeply and said to Murong Fu, "Brother Murong, I'll go see him and I'll definitely bring Afei to your wedding."

Murong Fu nodded and said, "Go quickly. Afei is feeling bad right now, but he can only truly grow after going through this."

To mature, you first need to get on a short-sleeved shirt, right?