large gulps. Only when she wasn't paying attention, did tears fall into the bowl. Unconsciously, she drank the porridge mixed with tears until it was all gone.She finished her porridge and brought an...Her voice was ethereal, echoing through the quiet fields, under the twinkling stars, like a streak of light, making the night shimmer and dance.

She was unaware, sitting there so serenely on the stone, wrapped in her heavy cloak, only her face, breathtakingly beautiful, visible. With this song as a backdrop, it would paint an image that was utterly captivating.

In the distance, inside a pavilion on the mountaintop, two young novice monks were holding lanterns. In the center of the pavilion, Master Fu Zimu and Master Hongru sat on either side of a stone table. Master Hongru painfully touched his head. If he weren't bald, his hair would probably have been pulled out by his rough movements.

"You're going to lose this round." Fu Zi Mo spoke coolly, yet slowly stood up, standing by the pavilion. His gaze fell on a small campfire in the distance. Who dared to light a fire on the back mountain of the temple

The back mountain of the temple is generally forbidden to outsiders. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyesight reached its peak. Only those with cultivation that reached his level could surpass human vision.

"Hmm" He let out a doubtful hum and turned back to Master Hongru, saying, "You ponder the way to break the deadlock, I'll go first."

After saying that, Fu Zimo jumped a few times towards the small campfire.

When he arrived at the campfire, he saw Qin Luoyan sitting by the fire, singing softly. Her brow and eyes were gentler than he had ever seen, and the smile on her lips was more relaxed than he had ever witnessed.

He had to admit, the woman's beauty was truly rare.

Qin Luo'yan saw Fu Zimo gracefully descend before her like an immortal, she was stunned for a moment, the coldness in her eyes flashed and disappeared. She forced a bright smile, immediately stood up and threw herself into his arms, then hugged his waist coquettishly, "Wang Ye, why are you here"

Fu Zi Mo frowned, but he didn't push her hand away. "You came to see the firelight It's better to stay inside than to be out here. What are you doing"

"Good food," Qin Luoyan smiled sweetly, tilting her head up. "Your Highness's nose is even more sensitive than a dog's, smelling the roasted sweet potato before it's even done."

Fu Zimu's face darkened. "You compare me to a dog"

Qin Luoyan twitched the corner of her mouth, feeling a mix of emotions in her heart. In her mind, you were worse than a dog, but the smile on her face became even brighter. She smiled and raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching his cheek, saying: "Your Highness, I was wrong. Would you like me to atone for my mistake right now"

Her tone was seven parts ambiguity and three parts teasing. Her fingers trailed down his cheek, finally stopping to draw circles on his hard chest.

She knew exactly what men liked, didn't they seek pleasure in stimulating situations This remote wilderness was just the kind of stimulation they craved. It would be better for her to take the initiative instead of waiting for him, at least that way she could further gain his trust.

Thinking this way, she took the initiative to tiptoe and pressed her red lips on his chin. The stubble pricked her lips a little, but she didn't show any disgust, instead she kissed him more and more passionately.

Her hand also followed his chest down.

"You damn little woman!" Fu Zimo's throat rolled, his eyes suddenly became deep, a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he reached out and hugged her waist, the next moment, he held Qin Luoyan up.

The firelight danced on the intertwined figures, specks of red blooming, in a moment, it became the most beautiful spectacle in the world.

The sweet potato, nobody knew when it had roasted to perfection, the aroma wafting out, yet couldn't mask that ambiguous air.

After half an hour, Qin Luoyan panted softly as she got up from Fu Zimu's arms, shyly adjusting her clothes. She turned back with a playful smile, "My lord, do you like this way I apologized"

Fu Zi Mo pulled her back into his arms, leaning close to her ear and saying, "This king is always very satisfied with your body."

Yes, he's only satisfied with her body.

He didn't love her, yet he domineeringly possessed her. Men always like their wives to act like a lady, like an ethereal fairy, yet they also crave having a woman who only uses her body to please them, this is the insidious nature of men.

Qin Luo'yan buried her head in his chest, using the shadow to hide the anger and resentment on her face.

In his eyes, she was nothing more than a plaything for amusement.

"Oh, Your Highness, I almost forgot, the roasted sweet potatoes must be done." Qin Luoyan suddenly cried out, then stepped back from his arms to the fireside, picked up a stick and poked at the fire.

But after a short while, she took out several ripe red sweet potatoes from the fire. She happily picked them up, some were still hot, so she held them in her hands, switching them back and forth, and couldn't help but touch her earlobe.

"My lord, please try some." Qin Luoyan moved the sweet potato in her hand aside, splitting it in half and offering one half to Fu Zimuo.

Fu Zi Mo looked at the dusty sweet potato, his face somber, without moving.

"You try it, I guarantee it won't be unpalatable." Qin Luo smoked raised her hand again and said, "I bet the King has never tried this before Well, given your status and position, who would dare to offer you something like this They wouldn't want to live."

Fu Zi Mo raised his eyes, his gaze falling on her lively expression flashing, but his brows furrowed, "Qin Luo Yan, then you don't want to live either"

"How can I not want to live I do so much, it's just to keep myself alive." Qin Luoyan rolled her eyes at him and shifted closer, sitting beside him. "High places are cold, Your Highness. Dare you say you don't like my attitude towards you, treating you like a friend"

To treat him with such equality was Qin Luo'yan's adventure once again. There were already plenty of women fawning over him by his side. If she blindly flattered him and lost her genuine self, why would this man even glance at her Would mere physical attraction be enough Were courtesans more unrestrained and alluring than her But could they keep this man by their side

So, at the end of the day, it's all about finding the right balance.

Fu Zi Mo stared at her for a while, without speaking. Instead, he took the roasted sweet potato she offered him. "This King doesn't dislike you talking to me with that attitude," he said, "but only when we are alone."

"Alright, I understand. In front of others, you are naturally the esteemed prince, and I wouldn't mistake it. " Qin Luoyan never arrogantly believed that this man glancing at her meant he would condone all her actions.

Fu Zimu hesitated for a long time, finally biting a small piece in what he thought was the cleanest place. He froze, then looked at Qin Luoyan again, his eyes losing some of their coldness. "Well, it's not bad."

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