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BTTH: Emperor Yang

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Chapter 17: The Calamity Poison Body

In the past six months, Ye Xian'er had experienced discomfort three times.

Each episode lasted only about a day.

But each time, she would lock herself in her room and not let Wei Yang in.

Even after she recovered, she wouldn't let Wei Yang get close to her for several days.

Wei Yang knew very well that this was a sign of her Calamity Poison Body acting up. Ye Xian'er was worried about poisoning him, so she hid.

Wei Yang also discovered that she would sometimes secretly study poisons in her room, not daring to let him know.

But with Wei Yang's strong spiritual senses, how could he truly be unaware?

He just pretended not to know.

He understood that this was Ye Xian'er's biggest secret, her taboo, and also the deepest scar and pain in her heart. So he didn't dare to push her too hard, fearing it might backfire.

Now, Wei Yang felt that this couldn't go on any longer. He didn't want her to bear this burden alone; he wanted to help share it. So today, he decided to have an open and honest conversation with her.

«Xian'er, can you tell me?» Wei Yang asked softly.

Ye Xian'er buried her head tightly in Wei Yang's arms, sobbing softly. Her tears soaked his shirt. «No, you will despise me.»

«Trust me.» Wei Yang gently lifted her chin, looking into her tear-filled, evasive eyes with compassion and love. «I promise, I will never despise my precious Xian'er.»

«You're so annoying. Who's your precious Xian'er?» Ye Xian'er smiled through her tears at his words.

«Of course, it's you. Who else could it be?» Wei Yang wiped away her tears and playfully tapped her nose.

Feeling Wei Yang's tenderness, Ye Xian'er's face was full of attachment, but she still hesitated.

Wei Yang encouraged her with his gaze.

After a while, seeing her still hesitant, he said, «If you have something troubling you but don't want to tell me, it means you don't trust me, and that makes me sad.»

«No, it's not like that.» Ye Xian'er quickly became nervous, hastily explaining, «It's not like that.»

«Then by not telling me, aren't you showing that you don't trust me?» Wei Yang raised an eyebrow.

«I'm just afraid you'll despise me and not want me anymore.» Ye Xian'er said, feeling wronged, and tears started to fall again.

«Then I'll make a vow.» Wei Yang raised his hand.

«No!» Ye Xian'er hurriedly covered Wei Yang's mouth with one hand and grabbed his raised hand with the other. «I forbid you from making a vow.»

Wei Yang looked at her.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Xian'er gently caressed Wei Yang's face and said softly, «Then you have to promise not to despise me.»

«Okay, I promise.» Wei Yang nodded solemnly.

Biting her lip, Ye Xian'er buried her head in his chest and whispered, «Carry me to my room.»

«Alright.»

Wei Yang picked her up in his arms and walked towards her room. She felt light as a feather.

Ye Xian'er clung tightly to his neck, feeling both shy and nervous. Her heart was pounding like a deer running wild, her head dizzy with a mix of thoughts.

Moments of joy and worry intermingled.

Soon, they reached her room.

Creak~

Wei Yang pushed open the door and carried her inside.

Ye Xian'er's room wasn't large, divided into two parts by a screen in the middle.

The interior was simply decorated, clean and tidy, exuding a warm feeling.

The room was filled with a faint, pleasant fragrance, similar to the scent on her body. Wei Yang couldn't help but take a deep breath.

«You're so annoying.» Ye Xian'er blushed even more upon seeing this, pouting.

«Hehe.» Wei Yang chuckled.

«Put me down.» Ye Xian'er said, half-angry, half-shy.

«No.» Wei Yang, not wanting to let go, carried her past the screen to the bed.

Gently placing her on the bed, he sat down beside her.

The bed was soft, his first impression after sitting down.

The faint fragrance became stronger, the same as Xian'er's natural body scent.

Ye Xian'er lay on the bed, curling up, feeling incredibly nervous. Her whole body was tense, biting her rosy lips, not daring to look at Wei Yang. She whispered, «Close the door first.»

Wei Yang's eyes brightened at her words, his mind drifting.

This, isn't quite right.

Xian'er is still so young.

«What are you thinking? Hurry up.» Ye Xian'er urged.

«Oh, oh.» Wei Yang quickly got up, hurriedly closed the door, and rushed back.

He found that Xian'er had already removed her embroidered shoes and was now under the quilt, only her cute little head peeking out, her face flushed.

«Xian'er.»

Wei Yang sat down, calling softly.

Xian'er lifted her head slightly, her beautiful face filled with shyness. She looked at him with a mix of bashfulness and timidity, not daring to meet his gaze.

Wei Yang chuckled lightly, leaning over her, bringing his face close to her ear and blowing a warm breath, «Good Xian'er.»

«Mm~» Xian'er let out a soft moan, her eyes becoming more misty, as if they were about to shed tears.

Wei Yang gently brushed away the stray hair on her face, caressing her cheek, and said softly, «Let me see your secret, okay?»

«Mm.» Ye Xian'er nodded gently.

«Where is it?» Wei Yang asked.

«On… on my stomach.» Ye Xian'er turned her head away, closing her eyes.

Wei Yang lifted the quilt, laying her flat.

Ye Xian'er followed his movements, cooperating obediently, though she was incredibly nervous, her body tense.

Wei Yang gently unbuttoned her clothes.

Xian'er turned her head, eyes closed, letting him proceed.

As her clothes were lifted, a delicate, jade-like body, though youthful, already quite developed, appeared before him.

Wei Yang's breathing became slightly heavier.

Ye Xian'er covered her face with her hands, biting her lip, the blush on her face spreading to her neck.

Wei Yang couldn't help but lick his dry lips, his gaze slowly moving down, reluctantly, then feeling relieved as he moved past the orchid-embroidered white undergarment.

Fortunately, that layer of clothing was there. Otherwise, he feared he might lose control.

His gaze continued down, finally stopping at her flat stomach.

There, below her navel, was a small, colorful pattern, like a tattoo, catching Wei Yang's eye.

This colorful pattern, against the backdrop of her white skin, seemed to emit a faint glow, like a living little snake, with light subtly flowing through it.

«The Calamity Poison Body!» Wei Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, thinking to himself.

He leaned in, the pleasant scent growing stronger.

Wei Yang took a deep breath, calming his mind, carefully observing the colorful pattern.

He gently touched it with his finger. Her skin was smooth, like the finest silk.

«Mm~» Ye Xian'er let out a soft sound, a mix of shyness and tenderness, with a hint of allure.

Wei Yang paused, looking up at her. She had her hands tightly covering her face, but there was a small gap between her fingers.

He couldn't help but find it amusing.

Reining in his thoughts, he refocused on her stomach.

His fingers gently traced the colorful pattern, his eyes filled with curiosity.

This was the Calamity Poison Body!

His so-called talent seemed insignificant compared to this kind of physique.

(End of Chapter)

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