Chapter 43: Little Thief, Don't Disappoint Me!

Su Chen reclined lazily against the intricately carved bedpost, a satisfied smirk playing across his lips. The warm golden light of the room bathed his chiseled features, accentuating the aura of dominance that surrounded him. With a casual wave of his hand, he beckoned Chu Yanran closer.

Obediently, Chu Yanran approached. Her delicate hands moved with practiced grace, untying the knot of his outer robe. As the fabric slipped away, revealing his broad shoulders and defined chest, she set the garment aside and began to knead his shoulders with a gentle rhythm.

"Comfortable," Su Chen murmured, closing his eyes in satisfaction. His voice was deep and rich, resonating with a sense of authority.

Chu Yanran's lips curled into a soft, enchanting smile. Her every movement exuded elegance, and her tender touch carried a hint of intimacy that made the air in the room grow thick with tension. The flowing dress she wore accentuated her flawless figure, each curve and line a testament to her unparalleled beauty.

Su Chen's dark eyes flicked open, his gaze resting on her. Desire simmered beneath his sharp gaze, barely restrained. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Yanran…"

Chu Yanran tilted her head slightly, her smile deepening. Her slender arms looped around his neck, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "Husband, are you satisfied?"

"Very," Su Chen replied, his tone thick with emotion. He wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist, pulling her closer with ease. His intentions were clear, his every action possessive and dominant.

Chu Yanran's soft laugh echoed through the room, a sound both innocent and alluring. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his cheek before speaking in a voice that could melt even the coldest of hearts. "Then I am yours."

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Meanwhile, in the luxurious private room of the "Ding" Pavilion, Lan Xiaoyou's face burned a furious shade of red as she watched the scene unfold on the light screen. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her hands clenched into fists as she muttered under her breath.

"Shameless! Absolutely shameless!" she exclaimed, her voice betraying both anger and embarrassment. Though her words were harsh, her wide eyes remained fixed on the screen, her indignation failing to overpower her curiosity.

Lan Xiaoyou's innocent nature had always been her defining trait. Though lively and mischievous in other matters, she was utterly inexperienced when it came to the affairs between men and women. The sight of Su Chen's boldness and Chu Yanran's seductive allure left her utterly flustered.

Her gaze darted back to the screen, despite her earlier resolve to look away. "Are all men this domineering?" she whispered to herself, her heart racing. She shook her head vigorously in an attempt to clear her thoughts. "No! I must stop watching, or I'll lose myself!"

Yet, no matter how much she tried, the image of Su Chen's confident smirk and Chu Yanran's graceful movements remained imprinted in her mind.

In stark contrast, Mu Yuqing observed the scene with an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Dressed in an elegant black gown that shimmered under the room's soft light, she exuded an air of authority and mystery. Her tall, graceful figure and icy demeanor made her seem untouchable, a goddess who stood above mortal desires.

But as she watched Su Chen's commanding presence and Chu Yanran's soft surrender, a peculiar heat rose within her. Her heartbeat quickened, and the flush on her cheeks betrayed her otherwise composed exterior.

"Interesting," she murmured, her tone laced with intrigue. "I didn't expect this little thief to be so… vigorous. If we were to dual cultivate, I wonder…"

The thought lingered in her mind, unbidden yet persistent. Mu Yuqing's expression hardened as she wrestled with her emotions. The Heavenly Demon Sect, her lifelong home, faced an existential threat. Allied forces from rival sects sought to annihilate her sect, their intentions ruthless and unforgiving.

The solution lay before her: Su Chen, the Heaven's Chosen Son. By dual cultivating with him and absorbing his immense destiny, she could break through to the Emperor Realm. She could not only save her sect from destruction but elevate it to unprecedented heights of power.

Yet the price of salvation was a steep one. To offer herself to Su Chen would mean surrendering the purity she had fiercely guarded all her life. It would strip away her untouchable status, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

After a moment of intense contemplation, Mu Yuqing made her decision. Her icy resolve melted into a faint, sly smile. "So be it," she whispered to herself. "If it means saving my sect, I'll let this little thief benefit."

She turned to Lan Xiaoyou, who was still fidgeting in her seat, her cheeks flushed. "Xiaoyou," Mu Yuqing called, her voice calm yet carrying a hint of urgency.

Lan Xiaoyou immediately straightened, her innocent eyes meeting her master's. "Yes, Master?"

Mu Yuqing leaned closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper as she gave her instructions. Lan Xiaoyou's eyes widened in shock, her face turning an even deeper shade of red.

"Master, this…" she stammered, her voice barely audible.

"Remember," Mu Yuqing interrupted firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Everything must be handled discreetly. Once the task is done, we'll return to the sect immediately."

Lan Xiaoyou hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. But seeing the determination in her master's eyes, she nodded resolutely. "Understood, Master. I won't fail you."

As Lan Xiaoyou left the room, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Mu Yuqing allowed herself a moment to relax. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she gazed at the screen. "Little thief," she murmured, "don't disappoint me."

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Back in Su Chen's room, the air was heavy with the lingering traces of passion. Chu Yanran lay sprawled across the silk-covered bed, her disheveled appearance and flushed cheeks a testament to the events that had just transpired. Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, her delicate figure radiating an intoxicating allure.

Su Chen leaned against the bedpost, his smirk as confident as ever. "Yanran," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement, "you're quite the treasure."

Chu Yanran's watery eyes met his, a mixture of embarrassment and affection shining in her gaze. "Don't think you've completely won me over," she retorted softly, though her tone lacked the sharpness to make it convincing.

Chuckling, Su Chen leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Rest now," he said, his voice tender. "You've earned it."

As the room grew quiet, neither of them realized that beyond the walls of their sanctuary, forces beyond their comprehension were already moving against them. A storm was brewing, and Su Chen's so-called blissful days were on the verge of collapse.

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