Chapter 671: Big Eyes Staring at Small Eyes

Zu'an was in his room, enjoying the gentle massages from the courtesans, and every cell in his body was rejoicing.

"Ah, the women in this world are indeed of much higher quality than those in my previous life. Their voices are gentle and pleasant, and crucially, they possess a multitude of talents. In my previous life, some people would constantly use foul language, which could easily break the immersion."

As he indulged in his enjoyment, he suddenly noticed the pleasant chatter of the women around him gradually fading, and the room seemed to grow somewhat quiet.

"Oh, why did you stop massaging?" Zu'an couldn't help but lift his head. Standing at the doorway was an exceptionally beautiful and enchanting young woman. A light pink gown perfectly outlined her flawless figure, her bodice taut and full at the chest, and her slender waist appeared soft enough to be encircled by one hand. Even more captivating were her long, straight, beautiful legs, subtly visible beneath the hem of her skirt, seemingly covered in a jade-like glow that made her skin appear even softer and more delicate.

Although it wasn't the first time he had seen her, Zu'an remained awestruck. While this era was far more open than ancient times, such an outfit was still considered daring. Yet, there was no hint of vulgarity about her; instead, it made one feel that only such an appearance truly befitted her identity as a "demoness."

Zu'an offered a sincere smile. "Honglei, you're here."

Qiu Honglei said with a smile, "If I hadn't come, how else could I have enjoyed the sight of Young Master Zu'an indulging himself so completely?"

Her voice was as soft and sweet as ever, but the relentless stream of "Rage Points" appearing in the background deeply betrayed her true feelings.

Rage from Qiu Honglei +223, +223, +223…

Zu'an was quite exasperated. *You yourself spent time at the Immortal Abode back then; you should know how miserable those women were. My supporting their business is also to make their lives a bit easier. Why are you getting angry?*

Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to say that aloud. Instead, he changed his tone, saying, "It's all a misunderstanding. I only did this because I wanted to see you sooner."

"You wanted to see me, and then you were hugging and cuddling with so many women?" Qiu Honglei was still smiling, but her smile held a dangerous edge.

Zu'an said earnestly, "You've only seen the surface; you don't know my true intentions. I've been in the Imperial Music Bureau for so long, and you haven't come out to see me. I had no other way to find you, so I resorted to this last strategy: making you jealous so you would come to me."

"Pah, who's jealous of you..." Qiu Honglei uttered a soft sound of disdain, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment.

Zu'an seized the opportunity, reaching out and pulling her. He activated the "Gourmand Devouring Heaven Art," drawing her into his arms and holding her tightly. If the emperors of the Shang Dynasty knew that someone was using their peerless divine skill for *this* purpose, they would likely be so furious they'd jump out of their bronze coffins.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Qiu Honglei instinctively struggled.

But how could Zu'an let go at such a moment? He leaned in and directly kissed her luscious red lips.

"Mmmph..." Qiu Honglei's body stiffened, then gradually relaxed.

After a moment, she suddenly realized something and hurriedly pushed him away. "Did you... just kiss those women like that too?"

"How could that be? I only had them massage me," Zu'an said, gazing into her eyes with deep affection. "In this entire Imperial Music Bureau, you are the only one I will kiss."

"Oh, you just know how to say sweet things," Qiu Honglei playfully hummed, but the joy in her brows clearly showed her inner happiness.

Zu'an sighed inwardly, *She has the persona of a demoness, yet when it comes to matters of the heart, she's as pure as a blank sheet of paper.*

In contrast, that "green tea" girl, who appeared as pure as a white flower and whom Jiao Sigun had been embracing, was already a veteran with a bustling stream of clients at her door.

With that thought, he gently embraced the soft, delicate form of the beauty in his arms. "Honglei, I'm so fortunate to have met you."

Qiu Honglei's heart stirred; she loved hearing such sweet words from him. She gently leaned her face against his chest and said softly, "Me too."

They held each other tightly, savoring this rare moment of tranquility.

After a moment, Qiu Honglei's face suddenly flushed, and her long, alluring eyes seemed to well up with moisture. "You naughty rascal~"

Such an inherently alluring gaze and sweet, delicate voice would stir even an old monk's heart, let alone a man like Zu'an.

Feeling the increasingly strong pressure, Qiu Honglei's pretty face flushed even deeper.

Zu'an felt his mouth go dry, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "If a man in this world can hold Honglei like this and remain unmoved, can he still be called a man?"

"Smooth-talker..." Qiu Honglei, flustered by the pressure, instinctively tried to stand up. "Oh dear, go find those women from earlier to resolve this yourself. As long as I'm not angry, that's enough."

As she spoke, she made to leave, but Zu'an hurriedly pulled her back. "How could all of them combined compare to even a fraction of you?"

Qiu Honglei's heart secretly swelled with joy; this guy always knew the right words to say. But she immediately reacted. "No, I can't. You know my cultivation method is special; I can't..."

Before she could finish, Zu'an interrupted, "No, you can."

As he spoke, he guided her soft hand downwards.

Qiu Honglei immediately recalled the scene at his home when she had previously "fought with both hands" for him, and her ears instantly burned.

But she was also somewhat tempted: partly out of natural curiosity about the opposite sex, and partly because she wanted to help her lover. So, half-resisting and half-consenting, she bent down.

"It's truly amazing, why does it swell so much in such a short time?"

"Will it hurt?"

"You won't get it all over my face again, will you, like last time?"

Qiu Honglei was like a child full of questions, occasionally exclaiming in surprise.

Zu'an responded intermittently, guiding her in her "dual-wielding" technique. It had to be said, she truly possessed an innate seductive charm. Although she was clumsy at first, she quickly became proficient without a teacher. Her delicate hands grew increasingly gentle, like a caressing spring breeze or the warm sun of winter.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Qiu Honglei finally couldn't help but say, "Is it going to take much longer? My wrists are sore."

She was already bent at the waist with her head lowered, and her breath was fragrant like orchids as she spoke, making Zu'an's sensations even more pronounced.

His heart stirred, and he gently reached out to press her head down.

Qiu Honglei was, after all, a demoness of the Demonic Cult, and having spent time in a place like the Immortal Abode, she immediately understood his intention.

She gave him a resentful side-eye, but ultimately did not resist. She tidied a few strands of beautiful hair that had fallen around her temples, then parted her crimson lips slightly and lowered her head.

Zu'an's brow smoothed, and he let out a long, contented breath.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the room's door was suddenly flung open. Seeing the scene inside, a sharp voice rang out, "What are you doing!"

Qiu Honglei, like a startled rabbit, instantly leaped up. Covering her mouth, she awkwardly looked at the graceful beauty with hip-length hair standing at the doorway and stammered, "Ma... Master."

The newcomer was, of course, Yun Jianyue. Upon learning of Zu'an's visit, she had rushed over excitedly, only to open the door and witness a scene that made her blood pressure soar.

She was secretly furious. Her obedient disciple, whom she had raised for over a decade and was meant to inherit her mantle, was unexpectedly behaving in such a way, clearly without any self-respect.

And Zu'an, that fellow, was even more detestable, to actually defile her female disciple in such a manner!

Rage from Yun Jianyue +888, +888, +888…

"You still have the nerve to call me Master? I certainly don't have a disciple like you." Yun Jianyue glared angrily at Qiu Honglei.

Although Qiu Honglei was a demoness of the Demonic Cult, she was still a virgin. Being caught doing such a thing was already mortifyingly embarrassing, and hearing her master's reprimand, she could no longer bear to stay. Covering her crimson face, she scurried away from the scene.

Only Zu'an and Yun Jianyue remained in the room, staring at each other in awkward silence.

Zu'an, equally awkward, pulled up his pants and couldn't help but retort, "Cult Mistress, it's really not a good habit to enter without knocking."

Yun Jianyue replied with a cold expression, "If I hadn't come in then, was I supposed to wait for you to wantonly defile my obedient disciple?"