It turns out, they were the main characters.

Mu Zhian had absolutely no room to hide anything from her.

Has Sister Mengrou awakened some strange attribute? Why is her desire to attack so strong today...? Mu Zhian could only respond with a puzzled smile, but his heart was actually beating faster.

Imagine this: a maid who usually ignores you and even casts disdainful glances at you is now right next to you, her body touching yours, you can hear her teasing, soft voice, smell her delicate fragrance, and you can even feel the pressure from her on your chest... It would be impossible not to be moved or shy.

Ultimately, Mu Zhian had always been the one to actively pursue others, and he had a certain foresight about the future developments. Only Wei Mengrou didn't play by the rules.

But this unconventional approach is captivating, drawing the viewer into the maid's affection.

"Sister Mengrou, if you keep going like this, I can't guarantee I can control myself..."

"You haven't answered me yet." Wei Mengrou's body was almost completely pressed against Mu Zhi'an's, and when she turned her head to look at his profile, her alluring little mouth seemed like it could touch his face at any moment.

And in those cold eyes, there seemed to be a seriousness that had never been there before.

She had already gone all out to express her feelings to Mu Zhi'an, but Mu Zhi'an hadn't responded to her at all from the beginning.

“You should know my feelings…” Mu Zhian said.

"I don't want to know," Wei Mengrou replied coldly.

Her slender, long fingertips moved gently upwards along Mu Zhi'an's chest, until they touched his lips.

"I just want to hear it from you in person."

Mu Zhian remained silent.

If the two were 'fighting' at the beginning, and whoever's body reacted first lost, then Mu Zhian has now completely lost.

Whether it was his face gradually burning up, his nerves being constantly teased by this woman, or even his body's most direct reaction stemming from instinct... all of this indicated that his body had now succumbed to Wei Mengrou.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that any man would find it difficult to resist such a situation.

Her delicate body, draped in a yellow dress, pressed tightly against Mu Zhi'an's. The fragrance emanating from her, her bright yet slightly provocative gaze, the soft weight pressing against his chest, and even her gentle voice that stirred his heart...

Who could resist a mature and elegant maid who used to look at you with disdain? Especially since her long, jade-like legs are now clad in black and white stockings!

At this moment, it was as if there was a thermometer in Mu Zhian's heart, and when he gazed at Wei Mengrou, the thermometer rose wildly at an uncontrollable speed until it finally exploded!

Mu Zhian slowly exhaled, trying his best to remain rational.

Then, he placed one hand on Wei Mengrou's shoulder, gently pulling her a little distance away, gazing at her exquisite and beautiful face.

Wei Mengrou's pink and alluring lips were almost within reach. She tilted her head slightly, and her usually cold eyes were now full of charm, making one's gaze unconsciously drawn to them.

Silently gazing at Wei Mengrou, Mu Zhian smiled with relief after an unknown amount of time.

"You win."

"Just as you just said, I do seem to enjoy being scolded by you," Mu Zhian said quite frankly.

"So you don't even deny that you're a pervert anymore...?" For a moment, Wei Mengrou's gaze towards Mu Zhian seemed to hold a hint of disgust and contempt.

However, at this moment, Mu Zhian suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around Wei Mengrou's slender waist, allowing her delicate body to press even closer to his.

Seeing Wei Mengrou's surprised look, Mu Zhian suddenly laughed and said, "However, what maid can so freely mock her master every day?"

Mu Zhian raised his hand and gently stroked Wei Mengrou's delicate face, then slowly brought his lips close to hers, capturing the maid's alluring lips. He wanted to show his love for Wei Mengrou through his actions.

Even though they had just kissed, there seemed to be a huge difference between her initiative and Mu Zhian's. Wei Mengrou's eyes widened slightly, and her usually calm heartbeat started to quicken uncontrollably.

At this moment, it seemed as if an indescribable, burning emotion was flowing naturally in her heart. Her hands were at a loss at first, but slowly, she raised her hands and hooked them around Mu Zhian's neck.

Then, he took another half step forward, pinning Mu Zhian against the door behind him, and went from being passive to actively asking for a kiss.

From her initial awkward first kiss to gradually adapting, Wei Mengrou cooperated with Mu Zhian's needs, allowing him to taste the maid's lips.

The wind and snow were howling outside, and the candlelight flickered, adding a touch of pinkish ambiguity.

After a long while, Mu Zhian reluctantly released his lips and gazed at Wei Mengrou, who was breathing slightly.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, Wei Mengrou subconsciously raised her head. In the instant their eyes met, she seemed to understand Mu Zhian's meaning. She gently cupped his face in her hands, leaned closer, and kissed him passionately once again.

Time and again, it seemed as if they were exchanging feelings through kisses, and no matter how much they tasted, it never seemed enough.

As their lips parted once more, Wei Mengrou noticed Mu Zhian's burning gaze and even his seemingly restless reaction. She lowered her eyes and said, "Don't forget that we need to deal with the Heavenly Dao Qi first."

Mu Zhian nodded: "I know... but I'll still need your help."

At this point, his gaze couldn't help but fall on Wei Mengrou again, looking her up and down, and finally he couldn't help but marvel at the elasticity and smoothness of the Nirvana Silk.

Beneath Wei Mengrou's pale yellow skirt, her plump, snow-white thighs were marked with a faint line from her black stockings. The same was true for her white stockings on her right leg. The combination of black and white did not look out of place at all; instead, it added a unique allure.

Bathed in candlelight, her stunningly beautiful face seemed to be tinged with an alluring blush. Wei Mengrou raised her pinky finger to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, then looked up at him: "...Have you looked enough?"

"Sister Mengrou is so beautiful, and these stockings really suit you perfectly." Mu Zhian praised sincerely.

Wei Mengrou raised her eyelids and said quietly, "It wasn't the servants who mixed up the colors before; it was you who had them prepare two different colors of stockings from the very beginning, wasn't it?"

"Because I think both colors suit you very well," Mu Zhian said sincerely.

"You like both colors, right?"

Wei Mengrou slowly exhaled, and then her originally shy and aloof face gradually calmed down.

Then, she snapped her fingers and blew out the candle, plunging the room into darkness instantly.

"We don't need to blow out the candles, do we?" Mu Zhian asked.

"That will make people feel a little more at ease," Wei Mengrou said softly.

She walked gracefully to Mu Zhi'an's side. Because her body was almost completely close to Mu Zhi'an's, neither Mu Zhi'an's heartbeat nor any other reaction could escape Wei Mengrou's perception.

At that moment, as if sensing something in the darkness, she raised her eyes and stared intently at Mu Zhi'an.

"What's wrong...?" Even Mu Zhian felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

Fortunately, the candles went out, which gave him a slight sense of security.

"It's nothing, just a bit of an accident." Wei Mengrou seemed to be deliberately teasing Mu Zhi'an, her cool, slender fingertips moving down Mu Zhi'an's chest.

"I never imagined you actually enjoyed being bullied by your own maid."

The maid, who was all talk and no action, tilted her head slightly, a faint smile curving her lips.

"What do you think Miss Ruoxi and the others would think if they were here and saw this scene?"

Wei Mengrou gently breathed a soft, warm breath into his ear: "Even they would probably think you're a pervert, right?"

Even if he's a pervert, she likes him... and is even willing to fulfill some of the excessive demands he just made.

……

Martial arts world.

boom!

The golden lightsaber split into several brilliant beams of light, illuminating Bai Ruoxi's figure with an extraordinary holiness, as if a fairy had descended to earth, pure and enchanting.

As Bai Ruoxi's final sword strike landed, the points in her token finally jumped from nine to ten.

This also means that the martial arts world's assessment can now come to an end.

In fact, at this time, cultivators can usually continue to fight in the martial world if they wish.

If one becomes the first in the martial arts assessment, it will be of great help in the subsequent Ascension Conference, since the top few can be exempted from the preliminary 'screening' tests.

Beside Bai Ruoxi, a girl with a pure face and wearing a light blue dress took out a token and suddenly said, "Sister Ruoxi, it seems that we can leave the Martial World directly now."

As he said this, his gaze was fixed on Bai Ruoxi.

Bai Ruoxi smiled slightly and said, "Then let's end the martial arts assessment here. Let's go back to Tianhe Garden together and check on Mu Lang's situation before we talk about it."

Let others compete for the top spots in the martial arts assessment.

Right now, she's more concerned about Mu Zhian's situation than about such trivial matters.

However, with Sister Mengrou around, Mulang should be fine. After all, it's Sister Mengrou's Heavenly Dao Qi, and she should have a way to extract it.

Bai Ruoxi trusted Mu Zhi'an's personal maid.

Chapter 288 Prohibition of Private Use of Official Vehicles! 5.5K

Mu Zhian had fantasized many times in the past about a maidservant staring at him with extremely humiliated, unwilling, and ashamed eyes, covering her chest with her hands, and then obeying his orders with a look of disgust.

Of course, he knew that such a fantasy was unlikely to come true in his lifetime.

On one hand, Wei Mengrou's personality made it impossible for her to obey his orders; on the other hand... even if he wanted to force her to do something, the difference in their cultivation levels was too great, making it difficult to command her.

After all, the other party's monstrous cultivation speed was something Mu Zhian could only look up to.

However, although he couldn't command it, he managed to fulfill his wish by 'requesting' it... which was beyond his expectations.

At this moment, Mu Zhian narrowed his eyes slightly, leaning against the door. Wei Mengrou's soft body was pressed close to his, her pretty face flushed as if she were drunk.

Wei Mengrou's breath, gently resting on Mu Zhian's face, seemed to carry a sweet fragrance, like a fragrant wine, making one intoxicated and unwilling to think about anything else.

Even through the silk stockings, Mu Zhian could still feel the smooth and tender texture of the maid's thighs. He didn't make a move, but simply held Wei Mengrou's slender waist, enjoying this brief and beautiful moment of warmth.

Even Mu Zhian felt that what happened tonight was extremely unreal, as if he were in a dream.

"Don't, don't keep staring. Close your eyes," Wei Mengrou said with a slightly uncomfortable tone, seemingly feeling a little uneasy being stared at by Mu Zhian.

Mu Zhian smiled and said, "Why aren't you teasing me anymore?"

Even if she took the initiative in the relationship at the beginning, Wei Mengrou is still the same Wei Mengrou at this moment, and she still has a strong sense of shame.

Especially when being stared at so intently by her own young master.

"Close your eyes before you speak," Wei Mengrou said.

The look in her eyes as she gazed at Mu Zhian held a hint of malice, but her cool yet charming face made that icy gaze completely harmless. Instead, it created a striking contrast that made her quite endearing.

"Close your eyes in a bit," Mu Zhian said with a smile.

It was a rare opportunity to see Sister Mengrou like this, and he wanted to take a few more glances.

And she had just teased me... I'll stake Mu Zhi'an's name on this, I absolutely have to get my little 'revenge' back.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly gasped, feeling the bone-chilling cold emanating from Wei Mengrou's legs, as well as the maid's icy gaze. His body shivered involuntarily.

Then she silently raised her hands: "I was wrong..."

Compared to the name Mu Zhian, my life is more important... This is no joke.

After all, his life was still in her hands.