Chapter 288 - 287: You Talk Too Much

Duan Feiye looked up, cutting off Pei Yin’s sentimental spiel.

His expression was composed. "What do you need me to do?"

Pei Yin slapped his chest. "I’ll help you woo our treasure! There are already six of us, so what’s one more? With you, we’ll be seven. We can make a weekly schedule—one a day. Perfect!"

He hooked an arm around Duan Feiye’s neck, pulling him close. "Listen to me. Next time you see my treasure, you do this... and this..."

A small smile played on Duan Feiye’s lips.

He gave Pei Yin a questioning look. "I want to challenge her to a duel."

He was intensely curious about the upper limit of Jian Yu’s power.

Pei Yin clamped down on his hand. "Are you insane? She could take on all six of us brothers! And let’s not even get into whether Ling Gou and Ayue would hold back. If you two actually fought, who do you think they’d side with? I’m telling you right now, if you’re looking to get yourself killed, I’m not helping you. I’m definitely taking my treasure’s side."

Duan Feiye’s smile didn’t falter. "If I win, I’ll marry her and take her home. If I lose, I’ll latch myself onto her."

Pei Yin: "???"

’What the hell?’

’Is this the same Duan Feifei I know?’

...

The Ceremonial Hall.

The Beast God Elephant Hall of the Feather Clan.

Jian Yu dozed off, sleeping alone for once.

Perhaps because she had something on her mind, she kept jolting awake.

Her body was exhausted and her eyelids were too heavy to open, but she couldn’t fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

In her daze, she felt like something was hovering before her eyes.

Jian Yu sat up, irritated.

Si Xu’s fingers lifted a lock of her long hair, bringing it to the tip of his nose to inhale its scent.

His voice was clear and ethereal, yet the words he spoke were thick with desire. "Care to fool around with me?"

Jian Yu turned to him, her face deadpan. "You’re better off not speaking."

Si Xu’s gaze was scorching. "Worrying is useless. You need to learn to trust Little Pei. You promised you’d be with me when you got back. Or... are you waiting for the others to wake up so we can all do it together?"

He was lounging on a white fleece blanket, propped up on one arm. "Do we really have to do it with three or four people? Yu, forgive me, but I can’t accept that."

The corner of Jian Yu’s mouth twitched. She stared at him, her expression blank. "And you think I can?"

Si Xu sat up and pushed her down onto the blanket.

He gently kissed the corner of her lips, his divine aura completely suppressed. "Yu, your answer makes me very happy."

Jian Yu’s fingers clenched his collar.

As she tugged, the buttons on Si Xu’s Golden Feather Uniform—a symbol of supreme authority and sanctity—popped open instantly.

His golden hair swayed, the corners of his eyes flushed crimson. With his robes gaping open, he looked disheveled, undone, and utterly debauched.

Jian Yu swallowed hard. Following her instinct, she kissed him, silencing the lewd words on his lips.

Her hands moved to tear at Si Xu’s clothes.

The crisp, cool fragrance of his body filled her senses, faint and elusive.

And beneath it... a barely perceptible trace of forcefully suppressed agitation.

The sandalwood incense swirling around them mixed with the pink mist emanating from her body, rising in soft curls.

Si Xu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he panted heavily.

He was beyond excited.

The Golden Feather Uniform slipped from his shoulders, revealing a wide expanse of pale, jade-like skin.

A few stray strands of golden hair fell across his forehead. His long, thick lashes were lowered, partially concealing eyes that should have been as clear as glass but were now consumed by lust.

His face was flushed, the corners of his eyes red. He seemed to be smoldering with a hidden fire from the inside out, a sight that made one’s eyes burn and heart race.

Jian Yu tilted her head back slightly, pushing aside all distracting thoughts and forcing herself to get lost in the moment.

She raised her arms to wrap them around Si Xu’s neck.

Their long necks formed a fragile yet tempting arc.

With every breath they exchanged, Si Xu’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

His arm tightened around Jian Yu’s waist, holding her fast. Veins stood out on the back of his hand as if he were restraining himself with great effort.

Jian Yu clutched his shoulders, her glistening eyes tracing every line of his body.

His bare shoulders and back were pale and smooth, the lines of his muscles flowing beautifully. A few strands of golden hair lay strewn across them from their kisses.

His pale pectoral muscles trembled slightly with each ragged breath.

"Yu." Si Xu’s voice was terribly hoarse, with a coaxing lilt that brushed against her heart.

Jian Yu kissed him back before pushing him away to challenge him. "Are you always this heavy on the foreplay?"

"..." Si Xu yanked her back into his arms.

His arms were just as powerful as they had been during those seven days.

In contrast, Jian Yu felt almost limp.

She could clearly feel the frantic beat of his heart against his chest and the scorching heat radiating from his body.

Si Xu lowered his head, his messy golden hair falling to gently brush against Jian Yu’s cheek, a soft, tickling sensation.

"Yu, you seem more eager than I am." His laugh was low and held a hint of playfulness, but his tone was thick with longing.

His fingertips caressed her cheek, the pads of his thumbs stroking her lips. "I want to take this slowly."

Jian Yu pressed her swollen red lips together as her gaze slowly drifted down to Si Xu’s gently rising and falling chest.

Her eyes roamed further, sliding down to his trim waist and abdomen, her gaze hot enough to set his eight-pack on fire.

"Look at you," Si Xu whispered, his lips near her ear. "And you still dare say you’re not interested?"

His warm breath ghosted across the side of her neck, sending a shiver through her. Jian Yu shrugged.

Flustered and annoyed, she aimed a kick at him. "If you keep dawdling, you can just get lost and sleep by yourself."

Si Xu caught her leg, his voice dropping to a hoarse, bewitching whisper. "So cute. I love it when you’re like this."

Jian Yu’s eyes were glistening, but she didn’t back down. "I like you like this, too."

A corner of Si Xu’s mouth lifted, a hint of excitement in his eyes. "Like what?"

Jian Yu ran her fingers through his messy golden hair, her tone earnest. "Like this. In front of me, with all your defenses down. The version of you that belongs only to me."

Si Xu’s heart hammered in his chest as his palm slid slowly down her spine.

Through the fabric of her clothes, his fingertips traced every curve of her body. His touch was firm, thick with possessiveness.

"Yu," he murmured, his honeyed voice laced with an almost imperceptible plea.

He pressed his body down, their lips brushing against each other.

Si Xu’s tone was wheedling. "Let me get a good look at you."

His beautiful, glass-like eyes deepened to a darker red. He was panting slightly, the golden hair on his forehead now damp with sweat and clinging to his skin, adding to his fallen, debauched beauty.

His lips pressed against the shell of her ear, his voice suggestive. "Could you... scream and push me away?"

Jian Yu couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Si Xu chuckled softly.

His fingers lightly hooked the edge of the zipper on her dress, not pulling, just a barely-there touch.

"If it were one of the others," he murmured, "would you be just like this? So obedient... letting me do whatever I want?"

His gaze fell on her lips again, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly. The desire in his eyes was practically overflowing.

Jian Yu reached up and yanked him down. "You talk too much."

Si Xu froze, and then a redoubled frenzy took over.

His pale shoulders tensed at her action.

The beautiful lines of his abs flexed with his ragged breaths, full of sexual tension and allure.

Jian Yu pushed him further onto the blanket, then took matters into her own hands, quickly shedding her clothes.

A series of muffled groans and grunts followed.