Jiang Ke’er didn’t know how much time had passed.
When she woke up, the surrounding light was dim, indicating it was clearly late at night.
Her head still ached, carrying the pain of a slight hangover; evidently, the anesthetic’s effect on her central nervous system hadn’t worn off yet.
She felt muddled and couldn’t think at all.
What exactly happened…
Jiang Ke’er sensed her surroundings and found herself nestled in a soft, warm embrace.
Her nose caught the familiar, comforting scent of a sweet body odor.
Candlelight flickered, casting a hazy glow over everything.
Coupled with her just waking up and her vision not yet recovered, everything looked blurry, making the atmosphere feel exceptionally serene and romantic.
Her vision gradually returned.
By the candlelight, Jiang Ke’er saw Qiao Xiaoxian’s exquisite face, which now held a faint, reassuring, gentle smile.
“Awake?”
Jiang Ke’er slowly began to recall what happened before she fainted.
In her memory… right, in her memory, she had been drugged by a mysterious person!
Jiang Ke’er’s heart suddenly went cold, and she quickly sat up, checking her body and clothes.
Her clothes were clean and tidy; she had been changed into a new set of pajamas.
Although these pajamas were a bit loose and revealing, exposing much of her tempting, fair shoulders…
However, there was nothing unusual about her body.
It was clean and nothing hurt; it seemed she hadn’t been touched.
Moreover, her cultivation inside hadn’t changed, indicating that she hadn’t been forced into dual cultivation either.
Could it be… that Qiao Xiaoxian didn’t do it?
“Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, I’m here.” Qiao Xiaoxian’s voice was so warm that Jiang Ke’er even wanted to snuggle into her embrace and rub against her.
Jiang Ke’er looked around and saw a black-robed corpse lying on the floor of the inn.
“A flower thief. Luckily, I arrived in time,” Qiao Xiaoxian said.
“Don’t worry, he didn’t get a chance to touch you.”
As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a ball of dark flame shot out, instantly burning the black-robed corpse to ashes without leaving even a trace of smell.
…Did Qiao Xiaoxian save her?
Jiang Ke’er was stunned.
Perhaps this evil dragon wasn’t so bad after all?
The panic and palpitation from before she fainted still lingered in her chest, making her hands and feet cold.
Thus, the warmth emanating from Qiao Xiaoxian’s body was so intoxicating and reassuring.
She really wanted to stay nestled with her like this, never to be separated again.
At this moment, Qiao Xiaoxian’s appearance was infinitely beautified in her mind, making her almost sob and throw herself into Qiao Xiaoxian’s arms.
But Jiang Ke’er quietly reached for the sword on the headboard nearby.
“Slap.”
Jiang Ke’er’s little scheme didn’t escape Qiao Xiaoxian.
Qiao Xiaoxian narrowed her eyes, her pupils gradually glowing with an eerie red light, and she grabbed Jiang Ke’er’s wrist.
“What are you doing with the sword?” she asked.
“The sword’s dirty, I want to wipe it,” Jiang Ke’er smiled, feigning nonchalance.
“After all, I’m a swordswoman. My sword is like my limb; I’m not comfortable until it’s clean.”
“I’ll clean it for you,” Qiao Xiaoxian offered.
“No need to trouble you,” Jiang Ke’er lunged forward, grabbing for the hilt.
“Ah—”
Unexpectedly, Qiao Xiaoxian firmly pressed her wrist onto the bed and lightly tapped her waist with her other hand.
Jiang Ke’er immediately felt all her strength drain away, becoming utterly limp, not knowing which pressure point Qiao Xiaoxian had touched.
A thick demonic aura surged from Qiao Xiaoxian, coiling around Jiang Ke’er like ropes, binding her tightly.
Qiao Xiaoxian’s wine-red eyes glowed eerily in the darkness, making Jiang Ke’er afraid to meet her gaze.
“How did you find out?”
“You destroyed the evidence too hastily,” Jiang Ke’er sneered, closing her eyes.
“And he wasn’t wearing gloves, probably because your fingers are too slender for his gloves.”
She put on a cold, disdainful facade to show her contempt for Qiao Xiaoxian, but her trembling body and flushed face completely betrayed her true feelings.
“You want me to have a good impression of you, huh… in your next life!” Jiang Ke’er struggled to keep her voice from trembling.
“That was indeed my oversight,” Qiao Xiaoxian sighed softly.
“No choice then, I’ll just have to use force.”
Jiang Ke’er still tried desperately to break free, but unfortunately, Qiao Xiaoxian seemed to know her body’s sensitive points intimately, giving her no chance to resist.
Jiang Ke’er felt her spiritual consciousness being rapidly invaded, and the energy in her Dantian quickly intertwined with Qiao Xiaoxian’s.
That energy rapidly swelled, merged, and underwent a qualitative change, becoming completely different.
And her own energy, along with Qiao Xiaoxian’s, became more and more deeply entwined within it.
The night passed in silence.
Jiang Ke’er couldn’t speak, only managing to emit soft hums from her throat, resisting the urge to wail.
Qiao Xiaoxian also didn’t want to speak, focusing only on the repeated invasion.
“One day, I’ll kill you,” Jiang Ke’er said coldly, lying in Qiao Xiaoxian’s arms as dawn broke.
“Mm-hmm~”
Qiao Xiaoxian let out an indifferent hum, pleasantly raising an eyebrow, but pulled Jiang Ke’er even tighter.
“I’m going to Hanye Island!” Jiang Ke’er declared loudly at the breakfast table.
“I’m coming too,” Qiao Xiaoxian said.
“What are you going for? A tag-along?” Jiang Ke’er scoffed.
“It just happens to be on my way,” Qiao Xiaoxian took a sip of tea and replied.
“Only a ghost would believe you!” Jiang Ke’er huffily picked up a large bowl and gulped down an entire bowl of milk.
She didn’t want to leisurely drink tea like Qiao Xiaoxian! She wanted to drink more milk, replenish her nutrients, and grow strong enough to defeat Qiao Xiaoxian!
“Believe it or not,” Qiao Xiaoxian picked up a tissue and gently wiped away the milk residue around Jiang Ke’er’s mouth, which looked like a white mustache.
“Hmph!”
And so, amidst Jiang Ke’er’s grumbling dissatisfaction, one dragon and one fox set off on the road to Hanye Island.