It turns out, they were the main characters.

Hearing Mu Zhi'an's rejection, Wei Mengrou raised her eyebrows slightly. She finally couldn't help but look at him, feeling an emptiness in her heart, as if she were lost in a wilderness. Her voice was low:

"Don't you just want to be alone so that you don't have to be disturbed during your intimate moments with other women?"

In the past, she had always followed Mu Zhi'an, but at that time she only played the role of a maid and would not interfere with her young master's flirting with girls. At most, when Mu Zhi'an was intimate with other girls, she would give him a contemptuous and disdainful look to express her disdain for her philandering master.

Then he left without looking back.

But right now, her relationship with Mu Zhian is in a close and ambiguous state. Apart from the last step, the two have done most of the other things.

Having just witnessed Lan Mulian's intimate conversation with Mu Zhi'an, and even the apparent use of the perfume she had given Mu Zhi'an... these things naturally stirred up feelings of jealousy deep within Wei Mengrou's heart.

If the original witch's consciousness were still within her body, she would probably have directly transformed into the Witch of Envy.

"If possible, I would also like to go with Sister Mengrou, since I've gotten used to having you by my side."

Mu Zhian placed his hand on Wei Mengrou's beautiful leg, the warm and soft touch filling his palm. He then moved his hand upwards and grasped her soft little hand.

Gently squeezing the maid's soft little hand, Mu Zhi'an placed his other hand on the back of her hand as well, and sighed softly, "Actually, it's only natural that you were angry today because of the perfume."

Wei Mengrou's body stiffened visibly for a moment, then she raised her beautiful eyes and asked in surprise, "When did you find out that I knew about this...?"

Those beautiful eyes stared at Mu Zhi'an with a hint of resentment.

Such a resentful look in his eyes made Mu Zhian's heart flutter and his heart pound faster.

He composed himself and said helplessly, "Actually, when I went to see my senior sister that night, she was angry, and we started talking about the perfume, so I took the opportunity..."

"Why are you explaining this to a maid like me? I know what kind of person you were in the past." Wei Mengrou tried to remain calm, not wanting to pay attention to him, and even tried to pull her hand out of his palm.

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhian sighed helplessly, "Sister Mengrou should know that I have never regarded you as a maid."

I've always considered you my wife...

Seeing Wei Mengrou struggling slightly, Mu Zhian not only refused to let go, but instead took the initiative to hold her small hand even tighter, making her closer to him.

Until the very end, seemingly afraid of aggravating his injuries, the maid gradually loosened her grip on him and eventually let him hold her hand.

"No matter how I explain it, it's all my fault. Next time I go to Tianxuan City, I'll give you whatever Sister Mengrou wants." Mu Zhian apologized sincerely.

"As for now... whether you're angry or want to punish me, I have no objection."

Hearing the gentle words in her ear, Wei Mengrou remained silent for a long time, seemingly thinking about what he had just said.

Mu Zhian remained silent, simply holding those soft little hands and enjoying the warmth.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Mengrou came back to her senses from the silence. She lowered her eyes and said coldly, "So, you think it's only natural for me to be angry about this?"

Mu Zhian had already prepared his reply and smiled, "Of course, it's Mengrou's prerogative."

He was helping Wei Mengrou correct her past misconceptions. Now she was no longer a complete maid, and naturally she had the right to be dissatisfied.

Looking at Wei Mengrou, who suddenly appeared as bright and cheerful as a flower, and whose temperament seemed to have softened, Mu Zhian breathed a sigh of relief.

Wei Mengrou glanced at him with a sly look: "Actually, because it's you, I wasn't surprised when I found out you gave away your perfume."

"Isn't it strange that we're together now, Mengrou?" Mu Zhian gently squeezed her soft little hand and whispered in her ear.

“Of course… with your personality, it’s not surprising that you do anything.” Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhian with disdain, but only to hide the shame deep in her heart.

An eerie silence fell over the room. Wei Mengrou's charming eyes held a hint of shyness as she noticed his infatuated gaze fixed on her. Despite trying to maintain her aloof image, her small hands unconsciously gripped the blankets on the bed.

Do you prefer white stockings... or black stockings?

A soft, melodious sound, barely audible, suddenly came from inside the room. She glanced at Mu Zhian, then quickly lowered her head again.

Mu Zhian was taken aback.

Even a fool would understand the meaning behind the maid's words, and he naturally understood their meaning as well.

Mu Zhian pondered for a moment, then earnestly suggested, "I actually think fishnet stockings are pretty good too; you can even play tic-tac-toe on your legs."

"Oh, and it would be best to add a leg ring too—"

Before Mu Zhian could finish speaking, his voice had already disappeared into the room. He looked at the aloof face that was now so close to him, and at the alluring charm and shyness in her beautiful eyes as she looked up. He couldn't help but be momentarily dazed.

Yao Meng may have already returned to Tianhe Garden. If she were to witness this scene... the consequences would be severe.

Mu Zhian naturally understood this principle.

Therefore, he knows what he should do now to make the most correct and rational choice.

Mu Zhian raised his hands, which had nowhere to go, and slowly wrapped them around Wei Mengrou's plump waist. He moved them down her waist and kissed the maid's soft lips.

The best choice at this point is to make an irrational one.

Chapter 347 The contrast between the cute and the unpredictable is truly an irresistible trait!

That night.

Curled up in bed, Wei Mengrou softly hummed in response, a sweet moan unlike anything she'd heard before.

Her slender, slightly cool fingers had somehow wrapped around Mu Zhi'an. Although she initially maintained a cold and aloof demeanor, it seemed that no matter how icy she was, her icy beauty would slowly melt away as Mu Zhi'an poured his passion into her that night.

Mu Zhian breathed a long sigh of relief, looking down at the beauty in his arms. The quilt concealed the view inside the room, but even though she had her head buried, he could still vaguely see the faint blush remaining on her charming face.

I never thought I'd see Sister Mengrou like this again.

A faint smile crept onto Mu Zhian's lips as he recalled the scenes from just moments ago, and a sudden urge to act stirred within him.

I finally had sex with Sister Mengrou. It wasn't easy.

Although tonight is a bit risky, seeing Wei Mengrou's shy appearance makes any risk worthwhile.

Previously, he and Wei Mengrou were always stuck at the last step, and Wei Mengrou was always a little hesitant.

Tonight, thanks to the perfume incident, we've reached this point, and there will be more opportunities for intimate moments in the future.

After all, once there's a first time, there will be countless times. Back then, wasn't the Azure Emperor sister just as reserved and aloof? But now, when that fairy in the eyes of the world is intimate with him at night, she often takes the initiative.

She even learned quite a few tricks after reading the book "The Art of Husband Management," written by an unknown author.

Many of the gameplay elements were exactly what Mu Zhian wanted, to the point that he once thought the author had written the book based on his own imagination.

"Although that book taught Ruoxi a few bad things, there are many interesting ways to play that are worth referring to... Next time, let Sister Mengrou refer to the 'How to Tame a Husband' book more."

"Sister Mengrou, it's about time. Let me take you for a medicinal bath so it won't affect your competition tomorrow," Mu Zhian suddenly said.

Although he is a practitioner, it is still his first time, and it will inevitably affect his physical condition to some extent.

"This is nothing serious, no need for a medicinal bath."

Wei Mengrou's voice remained as clear and cold as ever, but her slender hands unconsciously tightened their embrace around Mu Zhi'an.

Mu Zhian naturally noticed this subtle movement, gently stroking her soft hair, and deliberately teased, "Sister Mengrou, you wouldn't be reluctant to let me go, would you?"

"You overestimate yourself." Wei Mengrou snorted coldly, expressing her disdain.

Mu Zhian didn't seem to mind: "I'll go prepare a medicinal bath for you first."

However, just as he lifted the covers and was about to leave, Wei Mengrou hugged him even tighter, her graceful figure pressed against his chest. Even Mu Zhian, who had already finished, couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.

"Could you...stay with me a little longer?"

She suddenly spoke in a barely audible voice, her delicate, snow-white face flushed with a drunken blush. She subconsciously bit her lip, but mustered the courage to raise her moist, beautiful eyes and stare directly at Mu Zhi'an.

Mu Zhian was taken aback.

For a fleeting moment, his blood surged uncontrollably, and he almost couldn't stop himself from having sex again.

However, having already gone through a major battle, Mu Zhian's rationality ultimately prevailed over his impulse. He pulled the covers back up and snuggled up in bed with Mengrou for a while longer.

"Seeing Mengrou's shy demeanor, even if Yao Meng catches us in the act tonight, it's still a huge win."

Mu Zhian was filled with joy; these past few days had truly been among the most pleasant days of his life.

This deepened Luo Tan's feelings for Ye Qingxin and made her suspicious of Xiao Hua. Although she lost to her senior sister, she still gained a lot of goodwill.

More importantly, the maid who had accompanied him through countless days and nights was finally with him.

If there's any regret, it's probably that we haven't been able to find the remaining bronze fragments that Wei Mengrou was wearing around her neck.

If all the bronze fragments are collected, her cursed body will likely be completely broken.

Fifteen minutes later, Wei Mengrou gradually recovered from her previous state of shame. She gently pressed down Mu Zhian's mischievous hand, got off the bed, and silently changed her clothes.

Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down naturally, curving slightly at her calves, and her flawless, snow-white face seemed to still show signs of fatigue.

There's nothing we can do about it. Who told Mengrou to dress so provocatively yesterday, especially since she was wearing her favorite black and white stockings?

It's a pity there are no leg rings; if they were to gently tighten the flesh on the thighs... it would be a fatal blow!

“I’ll go with you so we can prepare the medicinal bath.”

Mu Zhian moved closer to her from behind and placed his hands on Wei Mengrou's shoulders.

"No, no need... I can manage on my own."

Wei Mengrou's delicate, snow-white face flushed slightly, as if she were drunk. Noticing the boy's chest pressed against her back, she turned around and glared at him before jogging out the door and leaving in a hurry.

Hmm, it seems Mengrou hasn't recovered yet...

But then again, the more proactive she was tonight, the more ashamed she felt now... It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was mortified.

However, despite her aloofness, Mengrou has a truly good temper. If it were Ruoxi, who had awakened Gong Lianyue's spiritual consciousness, and she knew that he had given away the perfume, Mu Gongzi's head would probably be used as a bench tonight.

Watching Wei Mengrou's departing figure, Mu Zhian withdrew his gaze, deciding to stop while he was ahead.

Although he was thinking of teasing Wei Mengrou a little more before she came to her senses, he considered that if she became angry and embarrassed after she realized what was happening, she might retaliate.

"Shouldn't you thank your sister for not disturbing you tonight?"

Mu Zhian was preparing some tea and snacks for his senior sister's arrival when a familiar, gentle voice suddenly came from inside the room.

A deep green light silently gathered inside the room.

Yao Meng sat on a tea chair with her hand supporting her cheek, her hair draped over her shoulders, adding a touch of languid, everyday charm.

"It's quite interesting that the spiritual energy refined by the natural furnace can suppress the bad luck within the primordial witch."

Mu Zhian didn't seem surprised by Yao Meng's sudden appearance. In fact, he had expected it long ago. However, the atmosphere was already right, so Mu Zhian decided to just go for it.

"Can the spiritual energy in the innate furnace suppress bad luck?" Mu Zhian asked doubtfully.

Wei Mengrou's bad luck is related to the Heavenly Dao of Kyushu, and all the signs indicate that she may be able to shield herself from the secrets of Heaven, but Mu Zhian does not know why.

"After all, this is the first time I've ever seen a naturally evolved furnace. It wouldn't be surprising if any abnormalities occurred."