Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

Countless crimson-gold flame-like feathers descended from the sky, cascading down in a blanket.

"kill."

Mo Yuan's voice came from high above, devoid of any emotion, leaving no one behind.

The guest Soul Masters of the Star Luo Empire let out desperate cries.

Screams echoed throughout the forest.

In just over ten breaths, everything fell silent.

Mo Yuan slowly descended from the sky, her bare feet lightly touching a low-hanging branch, the hem of her robe fluttering in the wind.

Her eyes remained completely still.

After everything calmed down, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

The night breeze swept by, dispersing the last trace of scorch, and everything returned to its original chorus of insect chirps.

Mo Yuan lightly touched the ground with her toes and landed in front of Yue Qingge's sedan chair.

She leaned slightly forward, one hand supporting the sedan chair, her red lips parted slightly:

"Your Highness, I will follow you from now on."

Liu Erlong and Liya exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Mo Yuan stared at the two figures as they left, paused for a moment, and then regained her composure.

She was merely a maid assigned to Yue Qingge by Bibi Dong to protect his safety, nothing more.

What those people think is none of her business.

Then she sat down in the sedan chair with graceful and restrained movements, her legs together and her hands folded on her knees.

She maintained a just-right distance from Yue Qingge.

Not too close, not too far; respectful yet distant.

Seeing her like this, Yue Qingge couldn't help but chuckle, leaning back slightly against the soft cushions.

"Sister Mo, please sit down here. There's no need to be so formal."

His tone carried a natural intimacy, rather than that of a lord and servant.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, but her body remained still, maintaining her dignified sitting posture.

Just as Yue Qingge invited her, a long-lost notification sound rang in her mind.

【bite--】

[A mother-level user has been detected... Loading panel]

[Name: Mo Yuan]

[Soul Power: Level 95 Title Douluo]

[Developed by: Flawless]

[Size: 42D]

[Characteristics: Exquisite as jade, passionate and fiery, like spring water in a jade pot, gentle and tender]

[Comment: A new mother has arrived, how can you stand still?]

After looking at the system panel, Yue Qingge's lips curved upwards even further.

He raised his eyelids, his gaze falling on her loose black robe.

42D.

He silently recited the number in his mind, and then, recalling Mo Yuan's cold and dignified face, a rather improper thought surfaced in his mind.

Did Mom send him a bodyguard, or...?

He stopped himself in time and closed the panel.

The black robe was a night-walking cloak of the Spirit Hall, wide and thick, completely concealing the wearer's figure, revealing only a small section of the chin and a few strands of hair.

Mo Yuan noticed his gaze fixed on her:

"Your Highness, why are you staring at me? Is there a problem?"

"Sister Mo, you can take off your black robe now."

Mo Yuan paused, seemingly not expecting him to make such a request.

She lowered her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly:

"Your Highness, I am currently on a mission and cannot be exposed..."

Her voice trailed off, tinged with panic.

Yue Qingge raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and her smile deepened.

"It's alright, there are no outsiders here."

He paused, then emphasized his words, conveying an undeniable certainty.

"Moreover... this is considered an order."

Once the word "command" was uttered, Mo Yuan no longer resisted.

She was sent by Bibi Dong, and from the moment she was assigned to Yue Qingge, she naturally had to obey him.

She lowered her head and extended her long, slender, fair fingers to slowly remove the hood from her head.

The movement was very slow, revealing the true face beneath little by little.

A head of neat, light purple, shoulder-length short hair immediately catches the eye.

Her facial features were well-defined, with slightly upturned eyebrows, a high and straight nose, and beautiful lines.

Her thin lips were lightly pursed, the color of which was a natural light pink. She hadn't applied any rouge, yet her lips were full and moisturized.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her temperament was aloof and elegant, and she exuded a calm aura as if she had long held a high position and seen many ups and downs.

But when her gaze fell on Yue Qingge, that cold beauty quietly melted away.

A gentle ripple spread across her deep eyes, shimmering and captivating at first glance.

After the hood was removed, the black robe also came off, revealing the attire underneath.

It was a tight-fitting black leather jacket with feather patterns that exposed her shoulders.

The leather jacket has a smooth and delicate texture, decorated with subtle flame and feather patterns, making it both sharp and sophisticated, yet also exuding a touch of wildness.

The leather jacket perfectly accentuated her tall and curvaceous figure.

Will it pass the review?

The pair of full, plump snow rabbits were tightly wrapped in the leather coat, stretching out a breathtaking arc.

Her curves were full and rounded, trembling slightly as she released her black robe, creating waves of soft flesh.

Her slender waist was so delicate it could be grasped in one hand, and her waistline was extremely narrow, forming a perfect hourglass curve with the fullness and roundness of her breasts.

Further down, her hips are round and perky, covering the hem of her leather jacket.

It was stretched taut, with fine wrinkles appearing on the leather surface, as if it would burst open at the slightest pressure.

Yue Qingge's gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he smiled gently:

"Sister Mo Yuan is so beautiful."

Those few words struck the softest spot in Mo Yuan's heart with precision, and her body inexplicably tensed up.

Ever since she took off the black robe, she felt strange, as if she had lost some kind of protective layer and was nakedly exposed to his gaze.

She couldn't calm herself down.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Initiative

You could even clearly feel that all the parts that were usually covered by his robes were now being stared at by his burning gaze.

She instinctively wanted to cover herself, but due to her status, she couldn't do anything too indecent.

She had no choice but to let him stare at her, pretending that she didn't care at all.

She stared shakily ahead, her lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze resting unfocused on the tassels of the sedan curtain, not daring to look at him.

After a while, she felt that gaze finally moved away from her.

The huge weight that had been hanging over her heart for so long had only just been partially lifted.

Suddenly, a warm hand landed on her slender shin:Ee

Mo Yuan's body stiffened abruptly.

Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, her pupils dilated slightly, and after several breaths, she managed to squeeze out a few words:

"Please... Your Highness, have some self-respect."

There was no anger or resistance in his voice, only a panicked helplessness.

Uh.

This left Yue Qingge completely bewildered.

What he didn't know was just how much power Bibi Dong had given him.

Mo Yuan was not only his guard, but also someone personally selected by Bibi Dong to serve him.

Bibi Dong didn't explicitly say what "serving" meant, but Mo Yuan knew very well what it meant.

No matter what.

These six words are Bibi Dong's original words.

That's why Mo Yuan is so conflicted.

But those places that have never been touched, those soft places hidden beneath the black robe, never shown to anyone.

How could she possibly remain indifferent when a young boy barged in so unexpectedly?

He didn't withdraw his hand, nor did he go any further; he simply maintained that position, gently pressing against her slender shin, his tone casual:

"Sister Moyuan, when did you come to live with Mother?"

As he spoke, he drew irregular circles on the side of her leg with his finger.

Mo Yuan's breathing became noticeably more rapid, and the sensation made her thoughts somewhat sluggish.

"Your Highness..." she began softly, as if she wanted to say something.

Yue Qingge interrupted her with a faint smile:

Don't worry about me, just say what you want.

His gentle tone seemed to be telling her:

Relax, I won't do anything to you.

Of course, the hand that was still drawing circles on her body somewhat diminished the persuasiveness of that statement.

Mo Yuan took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound as steady as possible:

"Hmm... I have always been the Lord's guard."

Her voice was melodious, with a unique magnetism.

"Since its birth, it has protected the Venerable One at all times. Later, when she was invited by the Spirit Hall, I accompanied her and prevented anyone from getting close."

As she said this, her gaze unconsciously softened.

"I see."

Yue Qingge responded, but her attention was no longer on the sentence.

His fingers had somehow moved away from her leg and traveled upwards along the seam to a more dangerous position.

Below the mountain peak.

That position was only inches away from her plump, tightly wrapped snow rabbit.

He noticed that Mo Yuan hadn't really resisted, or rather, her resistance was limited to verbal "Please, Your Highness, have some self-respect."

However, his body did not make any real attempt to avoid the situation, so he gradually became bolder.