The improved female villains regained their memories.

Under the moonlight, the two returned to their lodgings. Xiaoyu had already fallen asleep, and even the big yellow dog guarding the house was lying quietly.

There were no empty rooms left; when the building was constructed, no one else was considered. Fortunately, there was an extra set of bedding. Yang Pingsheng led her into his room and took out the new bedding.

The candlelight flickered, and Yang Pingsheng had just finished making the bed when he felt his waist being embraced. Their shadows overlapped, and Wen Shihan's gentle voice rang in his ears again: "Brother, if you don't want to marry me now, then sleep here tonight."

A person who uses any means necessary will block their own escape route the moment they open their mouth.

Enveloped in the intense heat, Yang Pingsheng's heart pounded, but in the end, he still dared not turn around.

"I'm going to the study."

After a moment's thought, he added a slightly harsh comment: "Xiaohan, I think we both need to calm down tonight."

"Okay, I'll listen to my brother. I'll do whatever my brother says."

The scorching heat drew even closer.

"As long as it's what my brother says, Xiao Han will definitely obey."

Are you sure? Yang Pingsheng gave a wry smile.

He wanted to say something more, but the girl had already lowered her hand.

She stood silently in the shadows, her expression hidden from view.

"Go to sleep."

After saying this last sentence, Yang Pingsheng took his bedding and left for the study.

On the desk in the study, the systematized black cat was waiting for him.

"You're back?" it asked.

Yang Pingsheng made a shushing gesture, lit a candle, and then laid out a mat on the floor. During this time, the black cat jumped over and tilted its head to look at him.

Yang Pingsheng made another gesture, and the black cat understood and nodded.

After tidying up briefly, Yang Pingsheng prepared to go to sleep.

On the first night Wen Shihan returned with the system, he chose to sleep with the system.

After extinguishing the candlesticks, lying in bed, and holding the black cat, Yang Pingsheng's thoughts finally calmed down.

His conflicted heart remained troubled, not only about getting married, but also about sleeping together.

But in the end, it all comes down to Wen Shihan's affairs.

So be it.

He thought to himself, "Tonight is the first night, I'll sleep with my old partner first."

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Awakening

A person who will stop at nothing.

Is it a good thing to be targeted by someone like that?

Although the other party was powerful, fair-skinned and beautiful, and completely obedient to him, even willing to give everything for their reunion, but...

Is this really a good thing?

Yang Pingsheng didn't know.

He tossed and turned, his mind constantly replaying the fire in Wen Shihan's eyes—that tangible black fire that would eventually engulf the two of them and sweep away everything.

Should we accept this kind of warmth that is actually quite cold?

No one expected things to turn out this way. The plan from back then was like a seed that has grown into the towering tree it is today.

He couldn't sleep, and in his half-asleep state, Wen Shihan's face appeared.

Above her were eight dark figures.

Eight dark figures, from low to high, the second dark figure above Wen Shihan, is gradually becoming clearer.

"younger brother……"

Her long, silvery-white hair fluttered in the wind, accompanied by a woman's cold laugh.

"Your sister has been looking for you for so long."

"!!!"

He suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath in the darkness.

The window rattled slightly, and a dark shadow flickered—it was the bamboo grove outside.

The black cat was perched on his chest; the carefree fellow was fast asleep.

What was that just now?

He seemed to have dreamt of the female villain in her second life, but because it was so long ago, the memory was somewhat hazy.

As the river of time flows slowly, something is changing in the shadows.

Things were changing then, and they are still changing now.

"No way," Yang Pingsheng thought. "It's impossible that the female villain from the second life has come knocking on my door again, right?"

He glanced at the sleeping black cat again and felt that there was no reason for the system to cheat him.

Wen Shihan's actions have already exceeded expectations. If even the female villain from the second life comes knocking on his door, then Yang Pingsheng has reason to doubt whether the Heavenly Dao's plan back then was reliable or not.

As for now...

While pondering Wen Shihan's placement, Yang Pingsheng's breathing gradually calmed down.

The night was quiet, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the bamboo forest.

Darkness enveloped him, and in the shadows, Wen Shihan stood beside him, his dark eyes fixed on his sleeping face.

After a moment, his gaze shifted slightly and landed on the black cat.

She recalled the scene the mysterious man had shown her.

That year, that night, when the brother and sister had a fight, the brother went out and talked to a mysterious being.

Later, she learned that it was a ball of light; her own brother had one, and the unknown soul that had taken Mu Xiaobai's possession also had one.

If her brother didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't ask. Wen Shihan wouldn't throw away the happiness she had finally found.

Happiness, yes, Wen Shihan has realized this. What he should pursue is happiness, the happiness of being with his brother.

She will stop at nothing to achieve this.

She will remain immersed in this happiness, holding her brother's hand, and step into eternity.

Eternal happiness is something more worth pursuing than reaching the pinnacle.

Happiness, happiness, eternal happiness, eternal happiness with my brother!

The fire of obsession burned, and a dark desire almost overflowed from Wen Shihan's eyes.

Everything else—all people, all living things, morality, and righteousness—is unimportant.

She craved everything about him, and Wen Shihan craved everything about Yang Pingsheng. The fire of obsession burned Wen Shihan, and it would inevitably burn Yang Pingsheng as well.

It was destined the moment he reached out his hand to her.

It was destined when he made her call him "brother".

It was destined the moment he gave her encouragement.

For Wen Shihan, these were all forms of happiness.

The only happiness, the eternal happiness.

She has already lost it once, so she will never let go again.

Even if I fall into depravity, I will have no regrets.

The hand reached out towards Yang Pingsheng, its intent filled with murderous intent towards the black cat, yet also with longing for his elder brother.

He stopped her with his other hand.

"Young Master is asleep, do not disturb him."

Xiaoyu stood beside her, smiling gently.

She was like water, extinguishing the flames of warmth and coldness. Her gentle aura, mingling with the darkness, calmed people down without them even realizing it.

Wen Shihan tilted his head to look at her.

I did not avoid the light rain, but responded with a calm gaze.

“If you want to talk, we can go outside to talk,” she said.

The aura of a Celestial Immortal was withdrawn; since the Immortal's pressure was ineffective, there was no need for it. Wen Shihan nodded and left.

In the courtyard, two women faced off.

A person, with hair piled high, clothes hanging down, a gentle face, and a quiet, subtle presence.

A lone figure, a single ponytail swaying in the wind, a king of the night, his phoenix eyes radiating power, not at a disadvantage.

After a long standoff, Xiaoyu spoke first: "Since the young master has taken you in, then stay put and don't have any unrealistic ideas."

A seemingly frail person, yet with remarkably sharp words.

Wen Shihan squinted at her, not responding directly, but instead sneered, "You're quite the actor."

When she first arrived, she was completely undetected, even immune to the power of immortals. But that night, she was kidnapped by herself and pretended to be delicate.

Xiaoyu remained silent for a long while before replying, "If we fight, there will be no benefit for us; it will only make things difficult for the young master."

"Who wants to fight you?" Wen Shihan laughed. "I just want to kill you."

The Yin spiritual energy swarmed forward like loyal dogs. Even though his cultivation level had dropped, Wen Shihan's foundation remained, and he unleashed a killing move almost instantly.

Immortal Path Killing Move - Yin Spirit Hundred Ghost Transformation.

A chilling wind blew, and a hundred ghosts wailed, but Xiaoyu's expression remained unchanged. She sighed, "It's no use telling me."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Wen Shihan retorted.

A dense aura of yin energy enveloped Xiaoyu, and suddenly, a flying blade shot straight at her face.