Worrying

Qin Xian'er had long since surrendered her heart to him, maintaining no guard. Despite her exceptional martial skills, caught off guard, she fell victim to his sudden attack.

Sensing the waves of masculinity emanating from him, Xian'er felt a profound fatigue engulfing her. Her breaths became hurried, her delicate body trembling ever so slightly. Her eyes welled up with mist, and her tender lips yielded willingly to his advances.

Xian'er's fragrant lips were sweet and tender, akin to freshly peeled lychees, with a hint of the subtle fragrance of Longjing tea. As she tasted this unfamiliar experience, she felt a shy embarrassment, unable to meet his gaze, leaning coyly into his embrace, allowing him to savor her tender lips.

Lin Wanrong, witnessing Xian'er's delightful and charming demeanor, was immensely pleased. She had donned a loose robe moments ago, unintentionally making things considerably convenient for Lin Wanrong. Unable to resist the temptation, his large hands gently slipped beneath the garment, delicately exploring the enigma of her smooth skin.

Xian'er's supple figure quivered slightly, her face flushing like a blazing fire. Her ears burned, and she dared not lift her head, obediently letting him indulge in the sweetness of her lips.

Lin Wanrong's hands moved gracefully, tracing a slow and gentle path from her shoulders to her back and down to her waist. Xian'er's silky-smooth skin captivated him, and he couldn't get enough.

"Ah..." A soft moan escaped Qin Xian'er's lips as Lin Wanrong's warm hands ventured up to the fiery buds on her chest, gently caressing them. Although Xian'er was a courtesan from the Miaoyu Pavilion, she remained chaste. Only due to the deep affection she held for him did she allow such audacious liberties.

Eager to pursue further, Lin Wanrong reveled in the voluptuousness of Xian'er's skin, abundant and tender. The gentle caresses felt like touching the smoothness of milk, while the rosy peaks before him were irresistibly enticing.

Struggling to control himself, Lin Wanrong swallowed hard. This treasure, Xian'er, even if presented with a kingdom, he wouldn't exchange her. His thoughts shamelessly whispered, "Even if you hand me an entire empire, I won't trade this precious one." He chuckled inwardly.

"Master, please refrain..." Xian'er uttered a soft gasp, her voice weak and frail. Even she found it strange, questioning herself, "Did I really say that out loud? How embarrassing."

In the realm of men and women, when a woman says 'no,' it often means 'yes.' Lin Wanrong, familiar with this principle, smirked. With a mischievous smile, his hands gently grasped Xian'er's rosy buds, applying slight pressure. Qin Xian'er whimpered, a mixture of pain and complaint, yet laden with infinite spring sentiments, akin to a tidal surge.

"Master..." Qin Xian'er's petite mouth opened slightly, her breath as hot as fire, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue. Her beautiful eyes, on the verge of releasing tears, conveyed a sense of embarrassment as she gasped, "Master, please listen to Xian'er."

At such a juncture, is there anything left to say? Any matters can be discussed tomorrow morning. Lin Wanrong, paying no heed to her words, was about to take further action when he noticed the body nestled in his embrace trembling intensely. Hastily looking up, he saw Qin Xian'er, her face pale, staring blankly at him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Oh no, what happened? Who dared to mistreat Xian'er? Lin Wanrong quickly withdrew his hands, embracing her and saying, "Xian'er, my sweet treasure, don't cry. Who bullied you? I'll settle the score with them."

Upon hearing his words, Qin Xian'er, still teary-eyed, choked back her sobs, saying, "Does Master truly see Xian'er as such an indiscriminate woman?">

Lin Wanrong, perplexed, consoled her, "Xian'er, where is this coming from? In my eyes, you are the most innocent and beautiful woman in the world." Finishing his sentence in his mind, he added, "Among others, including Qiao sisters, and those I haven't met yet, please don't be offended."

Dabbing away her tears, Xian'er spoke, "Master, though Xian'er is a woman of the White Lotus sect, with a history of bloodshed, how can I be compared to the noble and pure Miss Xiao Qingxuan?">

This girl is like a large jar of vinegar. Lin Wanrong, helpless, explained, "Xian'er, you're mistaken. I may have few virtues, but one of them is a broad-minded and inclusive nature. I treat you and Qingxuan the same."

Xian'er murmured, "Master, although I am a demonic woman, I have clear affections. I detest Xiao Qingxuan, yet I love Master. I am willing to offer myself to Master, even at the cost of my life, hoping to be with Master till old age. Is there anything wrong with my actions?">

Lin Wanrong's head was as chaotic as tangled hemp. Speaking of Qin Xian'er being gentle, her temperament was stubborn to the extreme, often resorting to murder. Labeling her as petty, she possessed a clear distinction between love and hate, daring to embrace both emotions. Truly, it's hard to find the right words to describe her.

"Can't you get along well with Qingxuan? I see both of you, with formidable martial skills, should have plenty of common ground and could become good sisters." Lin Wanrong offered consolation.

Being a patriarch with three wives and four concubines was truly not an easy task. Besides being a good husband, one must also serve as a political commissar, promptly addressing the ideological work of the wives, or chaos would ensue.

"What sisterhood do I share with her?" Qin Xian'er sneered, "I'd say it's almost enough if I kill her."

Lin Wanrong didn't know what to say. Seeing Xian'er's helpless expression, she sighed, "Earlier, Xian'er mentioned that if Master took her at this moment, she would be overjoyed. Whether you believe it or not, every word from Xian'er is sincere."

Where did this come from? Lin Wanrong wondered, listening as Qin Xian'er continued, "I've talked to Master before, I only have a mother, no father. Do you remember, Master?"

Sweat, how could he forget? Seeing Qin Xian'er's melancholic expression, he knew there must be a hidden story. He quickly interrupted, "Xian'er, don't say it. I believe you."

Qin Xian'er showed a moment of excitement, tears falling. Gratefully, she looked at him and said, "Master, you're really good to me." This Qin Xian'er, sometimes clever to an extraordinary degree, not easy to please, but Lin Wanrong's casual words could move her to tears, truly understanding a woman's heart, adhering to the old saying.

"Since Master treats Xian'er this way, Xian'er won't hide anything from Master." Qin Xian'er, with a determined look on her face, continued, "Master already knows about my foster father's identity. After resigning from office, he retired to this Longhong Village. Despite living a frugal life, he is content. My mother has been a renowned talented woman since childhood. Unfortunately, fate was cruel, and she was married off to a beast in the capital. This man had numerous wives, engaging in internal strife and suppressing dissent. My mother, being indifferent, refused to join them and faced persecution several times. That man, indifferent to my mother, luckily favored me. I thought he was the best father in the world. When I was eight, my mother took me to play in the garden. Unfortunately, enemies seeking revenge found him. To protect himself, he actually—actually..."

Qin Xian'er's fragrant shoulders trembled violently, choking on her words. Lin Wanrong knew there must be a tragic story, hastily patting her shoulder and said, "Xian'er, little darling, don't be afraid. Let's not talk about it."

"He used my mother as a shield, taking a fatal blow for himself. Hateful as it is, I lost my mother forever—sob—my poor mother—," Qin Xian'er sobbed in his arms, crying uncontrollably, struggling to catch her breath amidst the grief.

This was indeed a shocking and gruesome story. A couple who should have been close, to save his own life, he could resort to such cruelty. Xian'er's father was truly the most heartless person in the world.

This poor girl was truly pitiable. Lin Wanrong gently patted her shoulder, sighing softly. Now, he somewhat understood Xian'er's feelings. This girl had suffered so much. Imagine an eight-year-old child watching her mother being bullied, and witnessing her father sacrificing her mother to save himself. This kind of blow was indeed cruel and heartless.

"Xian'er, it's all in the past. Don't be afraid. In the future, I will take good care of you." Lin Wanrong spoke gently.

"Master—" Qin Xian'er was deeply moved, hugging him tightly, crying in his arms as if seeking a reliable support.

Lin Wanrong embraced her tightly. This girl, with such experiences, her previous actions were understandable. Who knew how long it took for Xian'er's emotions to gradually calm down. Her face showed a hint of blush, a mixture of happiness and shyness. She quickly glanced at Lin Wanrong, her face showing traces of both happiness and shyness. She hurriedly buried her head in his embrace.

"Xian'er, how did you end up in the White Lotus Sect?" Lin Wanrong spoke softly.

Qin Xian'er nodded and said, "Coincidentally, my master came to the capital that year for business. Seeing my pitiful state, she took me as her disciple and brought me back to the sect. Since then, I have become a little demon girl of the White Lotus Sect. Master, do you dislike demon women?"

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 Wanrong smiled and said, "I don't know about other demon women, but I really like this little demon girl, Xian'er."

Qin Xian'er felt happy in her heart, sighing, "Originally, Xian'er didn't want to be a demon woman. But Master raised me since childhood, and her kindness is as heavy as a mountain. Whatever she asked me to do, even if it costs my life, I must do it."

"I understand this. Do things according to your own wishes. Do you remember what I said to you before? If it's for your own family, even if you go against the world, what does it matter?" Lin Wanrong said.

"Master's words, Xian'er remembers every word." Qin Xian'er took the initiative to bury her head in his chest, her petite chest pink, tears still on her face, but shy and charming. Lin Wanrong felt itchy in his heart. Damn, life is tough. Xian'er is so obedient, and she has suffered so much. It's hard for me to forcefully take advantage of her.