High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

Jiang Yue'er's eyelashes trembled violently, her breathing became erratic, and she gripped Su Jie's clothes tightly with both hands until her knuckles turned white.

She tried to push him away, but her hands wouldn't obey her commands.

She could feel her heart pounding so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest; that feeling terrified her even more than facing a life-or-death battle.

She suddenly remembered a very critical problem: she was now "Jiang Rou'er".

Jiang Rou'er is his Daoist partner, and it should be normal for Daoist partners to do this kind of thing.

She couldn't push him away, she couldn't refuse, otherwise she would be exposed.

But if she didn't push him away, would he continue? And to what extent? Her mind went blank; she had absolutely no idea how to handle the situation.

Is it really that hard to maintain the identity of a former Daoist couple?

Su Jie seemed to sense her stiffness, so he slowly released her, stepped back a little, and pressed his forehead against hers, their noses touching, their breaths mingling.

His eyes were half-closed, his eyelashes brushing against her eyelids, and his voice was low and hoarse: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yue'er's face was flushed crimson, her lips trembled slightly, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum: "No...nothing. It's just...a little sudden."

Su Jie chuckled softly, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb, his tone tinged with affection and teasing:

"Suddenly? We're Daoist partners, shouldn't this be natural? You used to be more proactive than me, wanting to kiss me every day."

Jiang Yue'er's heart skipped a beat again.

Before? What was Jiang Rou'er like before? She had no idea.

She had no idea what Jiang Rou'er was like in front of this Daoist partner.

How should she respond? Should she say, "I forgot"? Or, "It's been so long, I'm a little unaccustomed to it"?

Or should I just say nothing and let him kiss me again?

And this man won't be satisfied with just one kiss.

She must learn how to "play" a Daoist partner as soon as possible, or she will be exposed sooner or later.

She cursed inwardly: Jiang Rou'er, what kind of woman are you? Couldn't you have been more reserved before?

You've spoiled your man so much, and now I have to clean up your mess?

Why didn't you write a "Guide to Couples' Relationships" for me back then?

She bit her lip, suppressing her panic, lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her voice carried a perfectly measured hint of shyness: "It's just been so long... I'm a little nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about? We're a Daoist couple; we've done everything we should and shouldn't have done."

His thumb gently caressed her cheek, his voice low and tinged with a hint of probing.

"You weren't like this before. Do you really have no feelings for me anymore? Were you just saying things to appease me before?"

Jiang Yue'er's heart sank.

Although his tone was gentle, the scrutiny in his eyes sent chills down her spine.

Was he suspicious? She bit her lip, her mind racing.

He's a paranoid; if he knew I killed his Daoist partner, he'd be doomed.

I need to get at least 10,000 top-quality cosmic crystals first, and then I can also get permanent access. With her resources, I'm sure I can turn the tables and take control.

She couldn't panic, she couldn't give herself away. She took a deep breath, buried her face in his chest again, wrapped her arms around his waist, and gripped his robe tightly, as if afraid he would push her away.

"I didn't just brush you off." Her voice trembled slightly.

"I'm just... I just haven't seen you in so long, I'm a little out of sorts. Your sudden appearance caught me off guard. Can you... can you let me adjust a bit?"

However, Su Jie only smiled wickedly upon hearing this and continued to kiss those cherry lips.

This time, it wasn't the tentative, gentle kiss of before.

It is domineering, it is intense, it is a storm of longing and repression that has been brewing for many years.

His tongue pried open her pearly teeth, plunging in with an irresistible force, turning her world upside down.

Only one thought remained in her mind: Why is this person like this? Wasn't it agreed that she should "get used to it"?

She wasn't ready, so why was he kissing her again? And he was even fiercer and more domineering than before, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

It really does resemble his name, "Dad," so he's quite domineering.

But how could this man do this? What gives him the right?

Jiang Yue'er panicked; she realized she was losing control. From the moment this person appeared, everything had slipped out of her grasp.

The boundary-breaking talisman is gone, her helpers are gone, and Xuan has become his slave. Even her pride in her calmness and scheming is as fragile as paper in front of him.

She thought she could play the role of "Jiang Rou'er" well, that she could coax him with tenderness and affection, and that she could turn him into her pawn.

But now, she couldn't even control her own heartbeat. Things were rapidly spiraling out of her control, and she was standing on the edge of a cliff, with no chance to even grab a handful of sand.

You can't push it away, or you'll expose the truth.

This man is obsessive and domineering. If he finds out that she isn't Jiang Rou'er, that the real Jiang Rou'er has already been taken by her...

He will kill her, he definitely will kill her.

She had witnessed his treatment of Xuan—unpredictable, ruthless, like a high and mighty emperor casually crushing an ant. She didn't want to become like Xuan, and she didn't want to die.

But if I don't push him away, will he continue? And to what extent?

Her mind went blank; she had absolutely no idea how to handle the situation.

In the Heavenly Maiden Temple, she was a high-ranking Daoist disciple, an existence that countless disciples looked up to.

In the Divine Realm of Rainbow Garments, she is a holy fairy whom countless young masters of families would give up their fortunes for but could never reach.

She thought she had already figured out all of men's weaknesses, and that she could always stand on high and look down on everyone.

But at this moment, she was trapped in a man's arms, her legs went weak from his kisses, and she didn't even have the courage to push him away.

She cursed Jiang Rou'er countless times in her heart: What kind of man did you find back then?

Paranoid, domineering, lecherous, and so strong, how do you deal with him?

Jiang Yue'er steadied herself and suppressed the panic and fear deep in her heart.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, reached out, and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, responding awkwardly.

Su Jie was secretly pleased with himself: He's really willing to go to such lengths to deceive me.

But the taste is indeed quite good.

The disciples of the Heavenly Maiden Temple have a unique charm.

Her looks were top-notch, her figure was impeccable, and even her cherry lips were sweeter than any woman he had ever tasted.

Indeed, conquering a high-and-mighty woman is much more interesting than conquering a hundred docile ones.

His breathing became increasingly heavy, and his body's reactions became more and more obvious.

As Jiang Yue'er was awkwardly responding, she suddenly felt something strange lifting her up slightly.