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Chu Xingyao felt slightly relieved when she saw his response.

But for some reason, I always felt like something was wrong, as if I had overlooked something important.

But no matter how hard she racked her brains, she still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Jun Jiuxiao gazed at the beautiful woman before him, admiring her charming and lovely appearance.

A tender feeling welled up in his heart.

He leaned down slightly, brought his voice close to her ear, and whispered:

"Next time, I will be more careful and will never damage Yao'er's clothes again."

The sound was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

After hearing this, Chu Xingyao nodded in satisfaction. Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she gave him a reproachful look, saying coquettishly:

"You better keep your word! If there's a next time, hmph, see how I teach you a lesson, you lecherous scoundrel."

As she spoke, she raised her little fist and waved it in the air as a warning.

Seeing this, Jun Jiuxiao's lips curled up slightly, forming a sly and charming smile, and he replied:

"I will obey your command." His words were full of doting affection.

At this moment, Chu Xingyao's cheeks were already flushed with a beautiful blush, like the sunset, and her shy demeanor was even more captivating.

She lowered her head and muttered somewhat shyly:

"I...I'm not even married to you yet, I don't want you to call me...call me..."

Her words became mumbled and unclear because of her shyness.

Jun Jiuxiao gazed deeply at her shy expression, growing more and more fond of her with each look, his love surging like a tidal wave.

Suddenly, he stretched out his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace.

Caught off guard, Chu Xingyao fell into his warm and firm embrace.

"You're not allowed to say anything? Huh? Does that mean I can't even say 'I am your husband'?"

"Yao'er, you will be mine sooner or later. Be good and listen to me. Call me 'husband' and let me hear it. I will forgive you for this little disrespect."

As Jun Jiuxiao spoke, he gently stroked her soft hair.

Upon hearing this, Chu Xingyao was first taken aback, then realized what was happening, and her face instantly turned bright red.

She bit her lip, as if trying to break free from his embrace.

But Jun Jiuxiao was too strong, making it impossible for her to move.

After a period of inner struggle, she finally decided to stop resisting in vain.

Chu Xingyao sighed softly, raised her hands, which were as smooth as white jade, and gently scratched Jun Jiuxiao's Adam's apple.

After being scratched by the little cat's paw, an electric-like pleasure traveled from her fingertips to his heart, making him tremble slightly.

Although he tried his best to maintain his composure and calmness on the outside, his heart was already overwhelmed by the waves of emotion.

The veins on the back of his hand were faintly visible, a reflection of his true inner emotions.

His breathing became rapid, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest, almost breaking free of its restraints.

At the same time, something in his body began to react, a natural response to her gentle touch.

However, Jun Jiuxiao was a man who had weathered many storms, and he quickly suppressed his impulse with reason.

With his last ounce of self-control, he slowly released Chu Xingyao from his arms.

Chu Xingyao sensed his restraint. Her laughter was as clear as a silver bell, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous light.

She couldn't help but let out a string of silvery laughter, the sound crisp and melodious.

She turned gracefully and went upstairs to a private room to change her clothes.

Before leaving, she left a sentence in her soft, sweet voice, with a hint of playfulness: "Uncle, you can't resist being teased."

This remark was both witty and slightly provocative, making Jun Jiuxiao both annoyed and amused.

While she was changing, Jun Jiuxiao ordered Ye Ying to order a table of food and wine to be delivered so that she could enjoy it after she finished changing.

However, at that very moment, Jun Jiuxiao's ears twitched slightly, and his extraordinary hearing instantly detected something unusual.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled groan entered his ears. Although the sound was not loud, it carried obvious fluctuations of internal energy.

At the same time, a strong smell of blood wafted over, and the source was the room where Chu Xingyao was staying.

Jun Jiuxiao's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind.

He dared not delay for a moment, and rushed towards Chu Xingyao's room with lightning speed.

When he arrived at the door, he pushed it open without hesitation.

In an instant, the sight before him made him gasp – the floor was covered in blood, the crimson color glaring and shocking.

Several men in black lay sprawled on the ground, their deaths extremely gruesome.

Some were decapitated, others had incomplete limbs, as if they had suffered extremely cruel torture and murder.

But none of these things shocked Jun Jiuxiao the most. What truly left him speechless and incredulous was the woman standing in the center of the room.

Her face was exactly the same as Yao'er's, as if they were carved from the same mold, without any difference!

It's Yao'er, yet it's not Yao'er.

She stood barefoot in a horrifying pool of blood.

The bright red blood continued to flow and spread, eventually reaching the back of her foot, but she seemed completely oblivious to the sticky sensation of the blood.

She slowly crouched down, her movements gentle and eerie, and at the same time, a low, sinister laugh came from deep within her throat.

The laughter sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet atmosphere, sending chills down one's spine.

Her eyes gleamed with an eerie light, filled with a sinister smile, like a demon from the deepest hell.

Just then, she stretched out her slender, delicate fingers and gently grasped the hilt of the knife stuck in the black-clad man's heart.

Under the terrified gaze of the man in black, she pulled hard without hesitation, causing a spray of blood to fly out.

Immediately afterwards, without changing her expression, she raised the sharp blade in her hand again and ruthlessly plunged it into the neck of the man in black.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a flood bursting its banks, forming a scarlet fountain.

It splashed directly onto her snow-white cheeks and slowly spread along the texture of her skin.

However, faced with such a bloody and cruel scene, she showed no fear or hesitation whatsoever; instead, she smiled even more charmingly and alluringly.

Her laughter seemed to drift from the underworld, carrying a chilling aura as it echoed in the air.

"Hahahaha... The most beautiful melody I have ever heard in the world is the sound of blood gushing from a neck!"

Jun Jiuxiao stared wide-eyed at the woman in front of him, his face filled with disbelief.

The woman's face resembled his Yao'er's, but their personalities were worlds apart.

His Yao'er was lively and cheerful, as lovely and adorable as a fairy descended from heaven to earth.

But the "Yao'er" standing before me now seems like a spider lily blooming on the road to the underworld, beautiful yet full of deadly danger.

Jun Jiuxiao couldn't help but softly call out to this woman who was both familiar and unfamiliar:

"Yao'er?" The voice was so soft as if afraid of startling the birds in the forest.

Hearing his call, the woman slowly turned around, and her exquisite face came into his view.

The fierce look on his face had vanished without a trace, replaced by an innocent and pure smile.

Her two dimples appeared and disappeared at the corners of her mouth, making her incredibly beautiful.

However, this scene appears extremely unnatural and frightening.