He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Leng Huan took a step closer, but his body couldn't support him, so he simply pounced on Fu Xun and placed his hands on Fu Xun's shoulders.

Fu Xun: ? ? ! !

The air was silent all around, yet the space was filled with heat.

Leng Huan frowned and looked down at him: "...Are you afraid that your sweetheart will mind this matter when she finds out in the future?"

Fu Xun: "..."

She sneered: "This matter is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me, and no third party knows! You have to help today, whether you want to or not!"

"..."

Glancing at his lower body, Leng Huan gave a half-smile: "You're not feeling well like this, are you? Enduring it will cause your blood to boil, but not enduring it will bring peace!... Do you understand?"

She whispered the last question in his ear when she looked down.

Fu Xun trembled almost imperceptibly, his ears burning: "..."

"Say something!" Leng Huan couldn't take it anymore and grabbed his collar, acting like a bully who was forcibly taking a man.

This sentence finally came back to normal, and Fu Xun finally came to his senses after her shocking words. His confused mind was never as clear as it was at this moment.

His pale face turned even redder, all composure vanished, his neck and ears were a vibrant pink, leaving only his bright black eyes reflecting her image.

Looking at her battered wrists, Fu Xun's throat was dry and hoarse. He suppressed his breath and asked, word by word, "Senior sister, won't you regret this?"

Regret?

That's all for the future; Leng Huan only knows that he's about to explode right now.

That's fine too. She's destined to be single, so she doesn't need to worry about those things at all.

Leng Huan's head was spinning: "Bu Hui, just tell me if you're up to it or not."

Fu Xun's heart pounded like a drum: "Okay."

...

Feeling dizzy and disoriented, Leng Huan managed to stand up but fell onto Fu Xun again, brushing against a certain spot. Fu Xun's expression changed, and unable to bear it any longer, he got up himself, nimbly picked her up, and carried her into the cave.

In her drowsy state, she heard Fu Xun lean close to her ear and say, "Senior sister, after we go out, I have something to tell you..."

Leng Huan wanted to ask what was wrong, but his mind wouldn't cooperate, and he couldn't speak for a long time. Then he was placed on the stone bed, his mouth was covered, and his nostrils were filled with the scent of another person, a man. Leng Huan was stunned for a while before he came to his senses, pushed him away with both hands, his breath warm but his words ruthless:

You can't kiss me.

Detoxification is the only thing that needs to be done; nothing else should be involved.

Leng Huan felt that the situation was special. The two of them were just brothers in misfortune, but after all, Fu Xun also had a legendary sweetheart.

There's still a need to maintain a sense of propriety, and Leng Huan is very stubborn about this.

Fu Xun obediently stepped back, his tone innocent: "I... I saw in some picture books that it should be like this..."

Leng Huan frowned: "That's not allowed. Since you've seen those things, you should know how to do the rest, right?"

“…” Fu Xun paused for a moment: “I know… roughly.”

"Probably?" Feeling his coat slip off, Leng Huan suddenly remembered something and resisted the urge to cling to Fu Xun. "If you don't... I, I also..."

"Fine, just hurry up..."

Leng Huan loosened the waistband of her skirt and pushed him down onto the bed…

Like an addict, she clung to him contentedly, and the burning heat of their skin against each other miraculously brought a sense of coolness.

Seeing her satisfied expression, Fu Xun almost lost control of himself.

He didn't want to be too rough and hurt her, but Leng Huan was unhappy. He only felt a brief coolness after applying the patch, and his body felt even more empty and yearning.

Leng Huan raised his head, and finally reached out his claws towards Fu Xun...

Long Aotian was indeed naive and too innocent, so Leng Huan thought she should let him play with him... teach him a lesson, since she had far more theoretical knowledge than little Long Aotian... Damn! No, Long Aotian wasn't little at all!

She had been in seclusion for two or three years since she last saw Fu Xun, but because his appearance hadn't changed at all, it felt like only a blink of an eye.

Four years into their journey to the secret realm, she was actually twenty-six years old, and Fu Xun was twenty-four.

...

After escaping the heatwave, Leng Huan felt his mind clearer. He did feel unwell midway through, and he realized that Fu Xun was not lying; what he said was probably true.

“…You, don’t…be too reckless…” Leng Huan instructed while breathing heavily.

Fu Xun acted entirely on instinct, and he probably only read the beginning of the booklet... to the point of chewing on his lips, and then that was it.

In order to avoid suffering and successfully detoxify himself, Leng Huan had no choice but to drive him around in his little yellow car, describing all eighteen kinds of martial arts.

Pain and pleasure coexist, and the mind is filled with hazy images. Shame, embarrassment, and regret are temporarily thrown to the winds.

I'm already fucking miserable, why care about anything else? I've said it again, it's just a collaboration to detoxify. After all, if I treat him as a tool and have a teaching mindset, it won't be awkward. I'll just treat it as giving him a life lesson.

Wow, the effect is outstanding. Long Aotian's brain works really well; he learns everything quickly. He got it right after just one round.

He was very obedient, enduring the sweat pouring down his face, stopping whenever he was told to stop, and gently asking for her opinion.

**

After the effects of the medicine wore off, Leng Huan fell asleep from exhaustion, and the wound on his wrist had long since been healed by his spiritual power.

Three days and three nights passed. Before falling asleep, Leng Huan refused Fu Xun's offer to use his spiritual power to relieve her fatigue.

The moment they used their spiritual power, they triggered the alluring poison. The two had agreed that neither of them was allowed to use their spiritual power again until the poison was completely eliminated.

Fu Xun was very happy, but damn it, she was the one who suffered the loss!

If you start a fire, you have to be responsible for putting it out, right? Aside from Fu Xun's initial lack of effective methods and Leng Huan's subsequent attacks on him, Fu Xun eventually learned and understood everything on his own!

What makes her think she can compete with Long Aotian in terms of strength? Goodbye.

These are all Leng Huan's psychological vulnerabilities.

As for what Long Aotian was thinking—

Fu Xun... Fu Xun felt a little melancholy, as if he had achieved a certain wish, yet also as if he hadn't.

Looking at Leng Huan, who was sleeping peacefully on the other side, she sighed silently. From the fact that she was willing to offer to detoxify, she knew that she would never be shy or coy.

What kind of person is she...?

At this moment, Leng Huan moved slightly, and the silk slipped down, revealing a section of his back, with clear marks on his snow-white skin.

Fu Xun covered her with a soft, smooth, high-quality spiritual silk cloth, using a cleansing spell that consumed the least amount of spiritual energy. He wanted to take her to the hot spring on a nearby mountain, but he was afraid she would be angry if she found out.

She was afraid that he would use too much spiritual power and trigger the poison again, but she couldn't bear it and had to help him detoxify.

Ultimately, it was a last resort.

Leng Huan was naked, covered only by a silk cloth, her body curves undulating gracefully, shamelessly drawing people's attention, especially in this ambiguous situation.

But then Fu Xun thought about how someone with her personality could have had such a relationship with Wen Ziqi in the first place.

The more he thought about it, the more sour he felt. He had already thrown that fan into the brothel earlier. Fu Xun secretly thought that he would definitely beat Wen Ziqi up if he ever met him again.

He sighed again, blaming himself for not being good enough for her back then.

After much self-reflection and effort, I finally managed to suppress my jealousy.

Leng Huan had not mentioned the difference in her current status to him, but Fu Xun had already keenly sensed the change in the Leng family's attitude towards her.

Sitting casually on the edge of the bed, wearing only an outer robe, Fu Xun couldn't help but reach out and secretly trace her eyebrows and eyes.

"How can I marry her openly and legitimately and become her Daoist partner? This 'helping' relationship feels too superficial." Fu Xun fell into deep thought.

As intelligent as he was, how could he not see that Leng Huan would leave him once he left the secret realm, and that he would probably never see him again unless absolutely necessary?

She was absolutely capable of doing such a thing. Fu Xun frowned and sighed softly in the darkness of the room.

"Why are you sighing?"

"..." She looked down and met Leng Huan's gaze, and saw that her face, which had just regained its fair complexion, was flushed again.

Leng Huan was indeed awakened by the heat; the lingering poison had flared up. Opening his eyes, he saw Fu Xun sighing with melancholy and almost thought he'd been possessed!

"How are you feeling?" Leng Huan sat up, draped in silk, and exhaled a breath that was gradually becoming hot.

Fu Xun: "I'm fine."

Leng Huan: "So many days have passed... Hey, wait a minute, how much longer until the secret realm ends?"

Suddenly, a question occurred to Leng Huan, who was looking puzzled. If they missed the opening of the secret realm teleportation channel because of this matter, then... it would be too embarrassing!

Fu Xun: "The day you emerged from seclusion was exactly two years, eleven months, and thirteen days ago..."

Upon closer inspection…

Leng Huan was shocked: "What?! Then, does that mean today is the last day?!"

Fu Xun, who had just thought of this question: "..."

Leng Huan was stunned. When he came to his senses, he rushed to the cave entrance. He saw that it was already dusk, and there was a teleportation channel in the sky above the dense forest not far ahead!

The passage will disappear after sunset!

Although she had previously considered staying in the secret realm for secluded cultivation, but...

In a moment of panic, Leng Huan instinctively tried to leap down from the cave entrance, but Fu Xun grabbed his wrist:

"Leng Huan! Wait, are you just going to leave like this?"