The attack on Nanzi has not stopped.

    "And I have accommodated everything of his, without wasting a single drop... perfectly."

    Suddenly, I became curious, what has Ms. Mu been doing for these years? Hm?”

    While speaking, Zhu Nanzhi stealthily glanced at Lu Jin'an who was diligently copying the invitation cards, feeling completely unflustered in her heart.

    She controlled her attack within a manageable range, but although her husband was outstanding, he was still a man.

    Therefore, my husband is certain not to be bored with this degree of jealousy.

    So, based on this, to launch an attack against Mu Qingyue might just be the key to breaking through her famous cold and aloof demeanor as a celestial swordswoman.

    The best would be to break through and make her furiously leave!

    "Ms. Mu." Zhu Nanzhi leans her body slightly against the shoulder of her husband, letting him feel the warmth under her clothes that he hasn't touched for over a month: "Do you know how 'generous' my husband is?"

    Hearing Zhu Nanzhi's voice, Mu Qingyue, who had quietly rolled down her sleeve, was tempted to toss a disciple's panties at her to show her, but she held back.

    After all, if the disciple knows, there will be no way to steal it anymore.

    So this matter should not be revealed.

    So it's best to just ignore it... Anyway, I've known about the boudoir incident between the disciple and Zhu Nanzhi for a long time, and after so many days, I can now remain calm about it.

    As Mu Qingyue did not show the slightest sign of wavering and played with the ink stick, Zhu Nanzhi's turquoise eyes twinkled as she softly opened her mouth to whisper to Lu Jin'an in a sweet and shy tone: "Jian'an brother~ I still can't forget that night when we played with fire and ice... "

    "I vividly remember that Brother Jian'an was teasing me while softly speaking, and then slowly and gently entering me... "

    Snap!

    Mu Qingyue directly crushed the ink stick in her hand, and a small amount of black ink splattered on her pure white clothes.

    She can tolerate the fact that the disciple and Zhu Nanzhi had sex, but she can't stand it when Zhu Nanzhi goes into details about it!

    Just listening to it, the scene is like a picture slowly unfolding in front of her, making Mu Qingyue feel extremely angry.

    Zhu Nanzhi did not continue at the right moment, because it was in front of her husband that she was talking about these private events, so her cheeks flushed pink and she also felt a bit shy.

    But the effect was good.

    Not only for Mu Qingxian, but also for his husband.

    Zhu Nanzhi's eyes rolled down, and a misty light flashed in her eyes as she leaned closer to Lu Jin'an, her breath smelling like flowers: "Brother Jian'an also wants me."

    Her right hand gently touched the root of Lu Jin'an's thigh, the soft pad of her finger like a cat's paw, slightly contracting and lightly scratching without too much or too little force. Then, her pale and rosy nails seemed to inadvertently flick over the raised hem of his clothing, followed by a light laugh.

    Lu Jin'an's breath quickened slightly. Since returning to the sect, his self-control had not been as good as before. With the subtle teasing from the master and the master sister, his desires had naturally accumulated a lot.

    Especially in the past two days, he had indeed wanted to fully enjoy the sweetness of Nanzhi, so when Nanzhi only teased him with words, his little brain went haywire without his big brain's control.

    "Nanzhi." Lu Jin'an's voice was serious as he grabbed Nanzhi's hand. "Stop it."

    "I'm listening to Brother Jian'an's." Zhu Nanzhi tilted her head slightly, her gaze full of longing and she didn't try to hide it at all. Then, she flipped her hand and clasped tightly onto Lu Jin'an's big hand, tilting her head to look at Mu Qingyue: "Sister Mu is a sword goddess, can't she control even the strength?"

    Mu Qingyue slightly relaxed her grip, and the bits of broken ink stick sprinkled onto the table. She still hadn't taken out the panties, but by shifting her body, she extended her pale, delicate hands towards Zhu Nanzhi.

    With two index fingers, she drew out a length, and with the left hand's thumb and index finger, she drew out a width.

    "Right?" Mu Qingyue's voice grew colder: "I measured it myself with my own hands."

    Zhu Nanzhi's smile vanished, and the juice from the strawberry she was holding splashed onto her light blue dress as well.

    Because she hasn't held it before.

    And for the six months she slept with her husband, every night it was her who brought him up to bed, and then stripped him down and had him on top.

    Night after night, it was the same.

    So she only knows one way to understand her husband's generosity.

    Zhu Nanzhi, of course, wants to know more about her husband in various ways, but since her husband is not cooperating, there's no way for her to do so.

    So hearing that Mu Qingyue had actually measured it herself, Zhu Nanzhi became angry all of a sudden.

    She hasn't even used her own hands yet, so how can she justify it?

    Zhu Nanzhi's breath suddenly quickened, and her turquoise eyes were full of sharp... jealousy.

    Feeling Zhu Nanzhi's predatory gaze, Mu Qingyue was even more puzzled in her heart. This woman had already 'consumed' the disciple, and I was just with the disciple. Why would you be jealous of me?

    What kind of thoughts does this woman have in her head?

    But strange as it was, Mu Qingyue didn't miss this opportunity and spoke coldly: "Hurry up?"

    She continued to feign a grip with her fingers: "Eggplant with silk is delicious, and it's eaten cleanly～"

    While speaking, she extended her pink tongue to lick her lips, as if trying to let Zhu Nanzhi know how immersed she was at that time.

    Zhu Nanzhi's gaze became even more fierce. She hasn't tasted it yet!

    Feeling the surging momentum from Zhu Nanzhi like a raging wave, Mu Qingyue furrowed her elegant brows slightly, and the intangible sword intent had already clashed with Zhu Nanzhi's domain in silence.

    Mu Qingyue still couldn't understand why Zhu Nanzhi was this angry, but regardless of the situation, it was the other party who was now in a hurry.

    Thinking this, Mu Qingyue smirked slightly and placed her right hand on the lower abdomen of Lu Jin'an, hesitating for a moment before she was about to describe the details like Zhu Nanzhi had just done when she felt Zhu Nanzhi extend her left hand to grip the scabbard of the Zhanming sword beside her.

    Want to fight again?

    Mu Qingyue slightly drew back her smile, but then heard Zhu Nanzhi release the sword scabbard, followed by the sound of her nose sniffing... crying?

    Zhu Nanzhi was not crying; her eyes were just a little red.

    She had originally wanted to draw her sword again, but she endured her impulse and decided to try a different approach.

    However, no matter the approach, she was truly upset and wronged.

    With red eyes, she slightly lowered her head and leaned against Lu Jin'an's shoulder, her hands gripping his left hand without saying a word.

    Mu Qingyue lightly pursed her cherry lips, unable to tell if Zhu Nanzhi was truly crying or just pretending to cry.

    From the series of aggressive attacks earlier, Zhu Nanzhi's personality should not be like this.

    And more importantly!

    'I haven't been this upset because of you eating the disciple!'

    Mu Qingyue lightly bit her lower lip, and feeling her husband's large hand grip her icy hand, she slightly froze.

    Then, she felt the disciple writing 'It's okay' on her palm.

    Mu Qingyue "mm"ed in agreement, seeing the disciple smile at herself, and looking at Zhu Nanzhi without saying a word, she tidied up the remaining ink stains on the table.

    Lu Jin'an tilted his head towards Zhu Nanzhi, and the red-rimmed eyes of the cold saint were pitiable.

    The sister does not understand why Nanzhi is upset, because she does not know that Nanzhi is a tsundere.

    But he understood very well: tsundere's possessiveness is both an advantage and a weakness.

    He took out the handkerchief that Nanzhi had given him before they left South Chong Domain, which he had kept for himself, and then wiped the sticky strawberry juice on her palm: "I'm sorry."

    Zhu Nanzhi looked at the handkerchief, then raised her head to look at his profile, and finally at the water cloud crown on his head.

    She whispered: "Is Your Highness apologizing to Mu Qingyue?"

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