What Did You Feed Lady Luo Yi, He Yuan?

Kissing on the cheek is the highest honor in White Dragon Clan culture.

Since childhood, Yan Ruyu had only kissed her parents and the elderly lady who taught her cultivation. She had never bestowed this honor on anyone else.

Traditionally, she should have also kissed the Empress of the Dragon Dynasty, but her status was too low to merit such an honor.

Thus, this kind savior became the first person to receive this gesture after Yan Ruyu entered society.

However…

According to White Dragon noble etiquette, when Yan Ruyu kisses someone’s cheek, the recipient should reciprocate with a kiss on the cheek.

If not, it implies that the recipient does not respect Yan Ruyu’s status.

Seeing the man she dubbed her “little sun” standing there, stunned and not reciprocating, Yan Ruyu’s cheeks puffed up in frustration.

“Why… why aren’t you kissing me?” she asked, almost pouting.

“Huh?” The man, whose face was blurred in her vision, scratched his head, utterly confused by her sudden kiss.

But Yan Ruyu turned her face away, pouting. She wouldn’t talk to him until he kissed her!

She didn’t know who she was angry with. Her anger faded as exhaustion overcame her, and she began to drift off again.

“So, you mean I should kiss you too?” the man finally asked, curious.

Yan Ruyu was jolted awake. She was too tired to open her eyes, only lazily pursing her lips. “Of course! I kissed you, but you didn’t kiss me back. I’m the Saintess of the White Dragon Clan—many people want to kiss me but can’t. Now I’m giving you a chance, and you’re disrespecting me. Your behavior is ridiculous, you’re too much…”

She rambled on, possibly not even realizing what she was saying.

“Your clan has such traditions?” The man raised an eyebrow, even more confused, feeling like he was talking to a drunk girl.

Meanwhile, Yan Ruyu’s consciousness became a bit clearer. In her semi-conscious state, her few active brain cells began to work.

Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going—?

Wait, who is he?

He doesn’t seem to know White Dragon etiquette. He looks like a human. His voice sounds familiar…

But he did save me.

In her half-dreaming state, Yan Ruyu’s thoughts finally began to make sense.

She realized who the man talking to her was.

She remembered everything that happened in the Cherry Sea Secret Realm before she lost consciousness.

“It’s you! He—” Before she could finish, her lips met his as she sat up suddenly, colliding with him.

She had just woken up, but the man had leaned down to kiss her cheek as a reciprocal gesture.

Their lips met, eyes locked.

“You—you pervert!!” the White Dragon Saintess blushed, raising her hand to slap the man who had stolen her first kiss.

But He Ange, having been slapped many times before, caught her wrist reflexively.

He had been slapped by An Luo Yi for teasing her and by Feng Yuan for disrespecting her, so he had developed muscle memory.

Compared to Feng Yuan, a true goddess, predicting a little Saintess like Yan Ruyu was easy.

“Let me go!” she cried, struggling weakly. Her Heavenly God Realm cultivation had been weakened to below the Soul Transformation Realm.

She was scared. The thought of being at the mercy of this evil man made her break into a cold sweat. She knew all too well the stories of pure Saintesses being defiled by villains.

But then she remembered that in her dream, she had imagined a savior and had even kissed He Ange’s cheek herself.

She felt overwhelming shame.

What was I dreaming!

Every girl has a girlish side, and Yan Ruyu was no exception.

Under He Ange’s gaze, she wished she could vanish.

“To be clear, you were the one who made me kiss—” He Ange began.

“Please, stop! I don’t want to hear it!” Yan Ruyu shook her head desperately, not wanting to hear him confirm it.

Hearing it from him would be a second blow to her pride.

Seeing her on the verge of tears, He Ange relented.

“Fine, as long as you don’t blame me later.”

“You wouldn’t dare…”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing…”

Yan Ruyu’s defiance quickly faded under He Ange’s gaze.

Satisfied, He Ange pulled a wooden chair from the void and sat down, looking at Yan Ruyu with amusement.

They were in a peach blossom-filled illusion.

A gentle breeze blew peach petals past He Ange’s face, making him look stunning in the light. To Yan Ruyu, he didn’t seem like an evil villain but more like a saintly gentleman.

She was entranced.

This was the effect He Ange wanted. He was handsome, and with some illusionary tweaks and his acting skills, he could elevate his charm beyond ordinary levels.

It wasn’t just about being handsome; it was about exuding an otherworldly, divine aura that commanded admiration.

Creating this aura was easy for He Ange in this illusion.

High charm was useful for guiding Yan Ruyu’s thoughts—or rather, leaving a good impression.

What harm could a little villain at the Soul Transformation Realm do?

“Wait a minute!” Yan Ruyu suddenly felt something odd in her lower abdomen. She touched it and saw a faint golden phoenix pattern glowing there, pulsing with her breath.

“What is this? Did you do this?” she asked, alarmed.

The dream was one thing, but now that she was awake and aware of He Ange’s identity, she felt fear and suspicion.

Despite finding him charming, she wasn’t foolish enough to ignore the mark on her body.

“Indeed, I did,” He Ange admitted calmly.

Yan Ruyu gritted her teeth, looking anxious yet fierce.

“But you misunderstand,” He Ange continued. “When Ye Qingchuan betrayed you and you were gravely injured, I placed this mark to save your life. It’s just for healing, nothing more.”

He sighed, sounding sincere and troubled.

Yan Ruyu was somewhat convinced. He Ange’s demeanor seemed genuinely concerned, and his ethereal appearance made him seem like a benevolent immortal.

This was the power of charm—even if the logic wasn’t flawless, Yan Ruyu was inclined to trust him based on her positive impression of his looks and demeanor.

“But Ye Qingchuan said you controlled him to stab me…” Yan Ruyu whispered.

He Ange smiled. “You believe a traitor who traded the lives of Fox Clan civilians for profit over me, who saved you from him?”

Yan Ruyu hesitated.

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