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

Jiang Yue'er's mind went blank with a "buzz".

She lived for dozens of eras, growing up in a secluded place like the Celestial Maiden Temple, surrounded by women.

She had seen countless magical treasures, divine weapons, and innate treasures, but what was this thing?

But what is this hot stuff?

Her first thought was, what kind of hidden weapon is this? Or some kind of magical artifact? Why is it hidden here?

She instinctively tried to look down, but Su Jie's hand was gripping the back of her head, and she couldn't move at all.

Her mind raced through her memories, and she suddenly recalled some "miscellaneous books" that she had glimpsed occasionally in the library of the Celestial Maiden Temple.

Those books were locked in the most remote corner, and she never opened them, but she remembered the words on the spines—"Yin Yang Harmony Technique," "Dual Cultivation Method," and "Guide to Daoist Couples."

She never imagined she would need those things; at that moment, those vague words flashed through her mind like lightning.

Her face went from flushed to burning hot, then to blood red, and she looked like a boiled shrimp, red from head to toe.

She finally knew what it was.

This is clearly...this is...she dared not think any further.

Only one thought remained in her mind: How could he do this? How could he... be so outrageous?

But she is now "Jiang Rou'er", and Jiang Rou'er is his Daoist partner. Between Daoist partners, this kind of thing... should be normal, right?

Because Su Jie had gagged her, Jiang Yue'er could only use her spiritual power to transmit her voice, saying, "You...you can...let me go first...I feel so uncomfortable..."

Su Jie looked down at her face, which was so red it looked like it could drip blood, and at her evasive eyes and slightly trembling body, a slow smile spread across his lips.

His hand slid from her waist to her back, patting it gently, his tone tinged with affection and teasing: "Does it hurt? Where does it hurt? Here? Or here?"

His hands roamed over her body, asking "Here" at each spot.

Jiang Yue'er's body trembled like a leaf in the wind. She bit her lip, afraid to make a sound, and her eyes were red, whether from shame or anger, it was hard to tell.

Only one thought remained in her mind: It's over, it's really over this time.

Her pride in her composure, shrewdness, and cunning all proved ineffective in front of this man.

She was trapped in his arms, kissed until she was dizzy and touched until her body went limp, and she didn't even have the strength to push him away.

She hated this man, and even more so, she hated her own useless body.

Su Jie's kiss slid from her lips to her earlobe, then gently bit it. Jiang Yue'er's body stiffened abruptly, and a suppressed moan escaped her throat.

The voice sounded unfamiliar even to her, as if it had been squeezed out from the depths of her soul, carrying a tremor she had never experienced before.

"You..." She finally found her voice, hoarse and broken, "You can't..."

"What can't I do?" Su Jie's voice rang in her ear, low and dangerous, with a hint of hoarse laughter, "Can't I kiss you? Can't I touch you? Can't I have you?"

His hand slid from her back to her waist, his fingertips untying the sash of her clothes.

The ribbons of her moon-white dress came undone silently, and the fabric slipped off her shoulders, revealing a section of her fair, jade-like shoulder.

Jiang Yue'er's pupils suddenly contracted. She tried to struggle, but Su Jie's palm was pressed against her waist, his palm as hot as a branding iron, making her weak all over.

"These are things that couples should do." Su Jie's voice was soft, but it struck her heart like a hammer blow.

Jiang Yue'er's mind went blank. She was not Jiang Rou'er, she was not his Daoist partner, and there was no past between them.

But his eyes were too real, his voice too deep, his embrace too warm, and his hands too forceful, so forceful that she didn't even have the courage to refuse.

But her biggest worry was that she would mess up the performance, that her body would give in before her brain could, and that a moment of loss of control would expose her flaws.

She told herself that all of this was a temporary measure, a way to survive, to get the resources from him, and to turn the tables on him in the future.

She wasn't complying; she was acting, only the play was far more daring than she had imagined.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed the panic and fear that was about to overflow from her heart.

Then, she did something she never expected: she reached out and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her voice as soft as a sigh: "You...you be gentle."

She was resisting in her heart, very much so.

She wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face, kick him away, and curse him with the most vicious words.

But she cannot. She is now "Jiang Rou'er," his Daoist partner who deeply loves him.

She had to act like a long-lost lover, not a forced victim.

Her body was trembling, not from shyness, but from anger and humiliation.

She gritted her teeth, controlling her muscles to keep them from stiffening, to make them appear relaxed rather than tense.

Su Jie paused for a moment and looked down at her.

Jiang Yue'er didn't dare to look up, burying her face even deeper, her ears turning so red they almost bled. It wasn't from embarrassment, it was from anger.

She could feel Su Jie's gaze fixed on her head, burning as if it would scorch her.

She didn't know what he was thinking, whether he would believe her, or whether she had made the right move.

All she knew was that she had no way out.

She had to keep acting until he lowered his guard and until she could get enough leverage.

Su Jie's lips slowly parted into a smile, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

He didn't speak, but lowered his head and kissed her collarbone.

Jiang Yue'er's body trembled violently; she almost couldn't control her urge to push him away.

She gritted her teeth and suppressed the impulse, her fingers gripping the back of his robe so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She bit her lip, trying her best not to make a sound, but a few soft hums still escaped her throat.

She was controlling her body to not resist; those sounds were a byproduct of her willpower being depleted.

Su Jie's hand slid from her waist to her back, and from her back to her shoulder.

Her moon-white dress slipped off her body and piled up at her feet, revealing her fair, jade-like skin and exquisite curves.

Jiang Yue'er's body was trembling, but not from shyness, but from anger and humiliation.

She never allowed anyone to get close to her, never allowed anyone to touch her, and never allowed anyone to see her like this.

But now, she stood before this man, her clothes completely removed, with nowhere to hide.

She wanted to kill him, she really wanted to kill him, but the man could easily subdue her.