The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

Yun Fuzhao was uncharacteristically stumped. She thought about it carefully and realized that she had indeed been getting closer to Que Yu recently.

Her attitude was very sincere.

"Okay, I'll follow you."

After she finished speaking, she stared intently at Que Chi.

When their eyes met, Que Chi's heart skipped a beat, and he awkwardly turned his face away. He coughed as if to cover it up, "That's not what I'm looking for."

Yun Fuzhao exclaimed, "Ah!" and asked, "What is that?"

Que Chi hesitated, his courage exhausted by his earlier words, "Pay attention to me." He could no longer express his true intentions.

"nothing."

Seemingly realizing his tone was too harsh, he added, "Let's meet more often in the future."

Yun Fuzhao had no objection, "Okay."

So, when Yun Fuzhao arranged for Que Yu to do good deeds, a man appeared beside her who only had eyes for her.

Que Yu smiled and handed the porridge to the old woman. In the blink of an eye, Que Chi was holding an umbrella for Yun Fuzhao and whispering something to her.

Yun Fuzhao's face was full of smiles.

The two talked as if no one else was around, seemingly unable to join in their conversation.

Que Yu's eyes darkened, and his hand holding the porcelain bowl tightened suddenly. He watched the interaction between the two with a cold expression.

A surge of jealousy was threatening to destroy his reason.

Que Yu lowered his head, and with a "crack," the porcelain bowl in his hand shattered into pieces. He squatted down to pick up the shards, and "very accidentally" cut his finger on a sharp piece.

The commotion attracted the attention of the other two people.

They walked toward him together.

"Are you okay?"

Just as Yun Fuzhao was about to check his injuries, Que Chi beat him to it, grabbing Que Yu's fingers and asking, "How did you get hurt so badly?"

A fierce glint flashed in Que Yu's eyes, but he quickly concealed it, looking up at Yun Fuzhao pitifully, "It hurts so much."

"How could you be so careless?" Que Chi adopted the air of an elder brother, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yun Fuzhao interrupted him, taking out bandages from her storage bag and handing them to Que Chi, saying, "Let's bandage this up first."

Que Chi nodded, swallowing the words of admonishment he was about to utter, looking every bit the henpecked husband.

Que Yu hadn't felt much pain in her wound at first, but their interaction stung her, and the pain in her finger spread all the way to her heart.

Yun Fuzhao thought for a moment, "Actually, using magic would be faster."

Such a small injury will heal in the blink of an eye.

Que Yu shook his head, "My healing techniques don't work."

Que Chi echoed, "All the crown princes of the Ghost Realm have this kind of constitution."

This was something Yun Fuzhao hadn't expected. If someone with this kind of constitution were to have their blood sucked, it would probably take several days to heal.

Perhaps because of the blood, Que Yu spent the rest of the time whimpering and groaning around Yun Fuzhao.

One minute she says she feels dizzy, the next she says her hands hurt.

Que Chi couldn't get a word in edgewise.

The strange feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He stared at Que Yu in silence and saw the way the other looked at Yun Fuzhao. Suspicion gradually emerged.

As the older brother, he couldn't possibly be unaware of Que Yu's situation.

His gaze clearly conveyed a desire to possess. For a moment, he didn't know what to think.

On one side is her younger brother whom she grew up with, and on the other side is the person she loves.

On the way back, Que Chi was unusually silent. He was caught in a strange emotional state, absent-minded and distracted.

"Brother," Que Yu called out to him, "What's wrong?"

Que Chi was not in a daze at first, but he reacted when Que called out a second time, "Xiao Yu".

He didn't want to speculate, so he asked directly, "You and Fu Zhao..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Que Yu interrupted him, "What's wrong with my sister-in-law?" He paused, then looked as if he had just realized something, "Brother, have you misunderstood something? I'm only being so close to her because she's your wife."

Que Yu looked helpless. "Did I upset you, brother?"

Seeing his sincere expression, Que Chi's doubts dissipated, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He secretly thought to himself that he was being too suspicious; Xiao Yu had grown up with him since childhood, and it was normal for her to be close to Fu Zhao because of him.

“No,” Que Chi chuckled, “I’m very happy that you get along so well.”

Que Yu nodded and sincerely wished, "Brother and sister-in-law will definitely be happy."

His smile was incredibly innocent and well-behaved.

However, this same young man, who was offering his blessings, knocked on his sister-in-law's door in the middle of the night.

"Sister-in-law, open the door. It's me, your brother."

Yun Fuzhao: "?"

However, before she could speak, the guy swaggered in on his own.

He lowered his gaze to look at Yun Fuzhao, who sat under the dim light, stroking a small white snake. Her slender, fair fingers gently caressed its gleaming scales.

Que Yu felt a little hot watching this, and couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like if the snakes under her hands were her...

His Adam's apple bobbed, and Que Yu forced himself to look away. He half-squatted down beside Yun Fuzhao's knees and obediently rested his face on her lap.

"Fuzhao."

He affectionately took Yun Fuzhao's wrist and kissed it.

"He almost found out during the day."

Yun Fuzhao stared at him silently. This guy was clearly a snake in human skin, willing to do anything to achieve his goals.

In order to get closer to her, he even used a love potion on her. Due to her physical condition, the love potion could not work 100%, but it would affect her emotions and make her less resistant to Que Yu's advances.

It turns out that he was the one who administered the love potion to Xie Wan back then, and that potion must have been given to Wen Yan by him.

Yun Fuzhao slapped his hand away impatiently, "I don't see any fear in you at all."

Que Yu raised her head, her eyes filled with a clear smile, "I'm afraid. Knowing my brother's personality, if he knew about our relationship, he would definitely give you away without hesitation."

"What do you mean by 'allow' or 'don't'? I'm not an object." Yun Fuzhao pointed at Jiaoyu, who climbed onto Queyu's shoulder, her tail wrapping around his neck, tightening as a warning at Yun Fuzhao's signal.

“Say it again.”

Que Yu's eyes were glazed over, and intense emotions were about to overflow from them. "It's me who wants you. The moment I saw you, I wanted you."

Yun Fuzhao was stunned for a moment, then glanced down at her. "You're a real pervert."

At this time, Que Yu was at an age where she couldn't hide her feelings; her love was burning hot, a stark contrast to her adult nature of not expressing her emotions.

Que Yu chuckled softly, then turned into an obedient little boy again, "Sister-in-law, can I kiss you?"

Just as Yun Fuzhao was about to refuse, the Gu worms inside her body flared up. She looked down and saw Que Yu with a sly smile on his lips.

Que Yu straightened up, reached out to hold Yun Fuzhao's face, and tilted his head back to kiss her.

Unlike his wicked nature, Que Yu's kiss was incredibly pure; it was just a simple touch of lips, yet he blushed from his ears all the way to his neck.

However, he quickly grasped the essence, hooking his arm around Yun Fuzhao and kissing her again and again, their breathing becoming rapid.