Body of Calamitous Poison

Over the past half year, Ye Xian'er had felt unwell three times.

It never lasted long; she recovered after about a day each time.

But every time, she locked herself alone in her room and refused to let Wei Yang enter.

Even after she recovered, she would not dare let Wei Yang get close to her for several days.

Wei Yang knew in his heart that it was a sign that her Body of Calamitous Poison was about to flare up. Ye Xian'er was worried about poisoning him, which was why she avoided him.

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

But with Wei Yang's powerful Soul Perception, how could he truly not know?

He merely pretended not to know.

He understood clearly that this was Ye Xian'er's greatest secret, her deepest taboo, and her most painful scar. He did not dare push her too hard, afraid it would only backfire.

Now, Wei Yang felt that things could not continue like this. He did not want her to bear everything alone and hoped he could share her burden, so he had decided to speak openly with her today.

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

Ye Xian'er buried her head tightly in Wei Yang's chest and sobbed softly, her tears soaking the clothes over his chest. "Sob... no, you'll despise me."

"Trust me." Wei Yang gently pinched her chin and lifted her head. Looking into those tear-filled, evasive eyes, his own gaze brimmed with tenderness and love. "I promise that I will never despise my precious Xian'er."

"You're awful. Who's your precious Xian'er?" Ye Xian'er immediately broke into a smile through her tears.

"Of course it's you. Who else could it be?" Wei Yang wiped the tears from her face and gently scraped her little nose, teasing her.

Feeling Wei Yang's tenderness, Ye Xian'er's face was full of attachment, though she was still somewhat hesitant.

Wei Yang looked at her encouragingly.

After a while, seeing that she still could not make up her mind, he said, "You have something on your mind, yet you refuse to tell me. That means you don't trust me. I'll be hurt."

"No, it's not like that." Ye Xian'er immediately grew anxious and explained in a panic, "It's not like that."

"Then isn't what you're doing now a sign 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 aggrievedly, tears beginning to fall again.

"Then I'll swear an oath." 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 won't allow you to swear."

Wei Yang looked at her.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Xian'er gently caressed Wei Yang's face and whispered, "Then you have to promise you won't despise me."

"Mhm, I promise." Wei Yang nodded solemnly.

Ye Xian'er gritted her teeth, then buried her head in his chest and said softly, "Carry me back to my room."

"Alright."

Wei Yang lifted her in his arms and strode toward her bedroom. The girl in his arms felt so light, as though she weighed nothing at all.

Ye Xian'er clung tightly around his neck, both shy and nervous. Her heart pounded wildly like a startled deer, her head dizzy as all sorts of thoughts ran through her mind.

At times joyful, at times worried.

Before long, they arrived at her room.

Creak~

Wei Yang pushed open the door and carried her inside.

Ye Xian'er's room was not large. It was divided into front and rear sections, separated by a screen.

The furnishings inside were plain and simple, clean and tidy, yet the room carried an overall feeling of warmth.

A faint, pleasant fragrance filled the room, very similar to the scent on her body. Wei Yang could not help taking a deep breath.

"You're awful." Ye Xian'er's face reddened even more at the sight, and she gave him a coquettish glare.

"Hehe." Wei Yang smiled.

"Put me down." Ye Xian'er said in embarrassed annoyance.

"No." Wei Yang would have been a fool to let her go. He simply carried her past the screen and over to the bed.

He gently set her down on the bed, then sat down himself.

The bed was soft. That was Wei Yang's first impression when he sat down.

That faint fragrance became even stronger, just like Xian'er's natural body scent.

Ye Xian'er lay curled up on the bed, incomparably nervous, her entire body nearly taut. Her pearly teeth bit down on her rosy lips, and she did not dare look at Wei Yang as she said softly, "Go close the door first."

Wei Yang's eyes immediately lit up, and he could not help letting his thoughts wander.

This... wasn't very appropriate, was it?

Xian'er was still so young.

"What are you spacing out for? Go on already," Ye Xian'er said coyly.

"Oh, right." Wei Yang hurriedly got up, quickly ran over to close the door, then hurried back.

Only to discover that, at some point, Xian'er had already taken off her embroidered shoes and tucked herself entirely beneath the covers. Only her adorable little head was exposed, her face flushed red.

"Xian'er."

Wei Yang sat down and called softly.

Xian'er slightly raised her head. Her beautiful little face was full of shyness as she timidly looked over with hazy, bashful eyes, yet she did not dare meet Wei Yang's gaze and kept avoiding it.

Wei Yang chuckled softly, leaned over and half-pressed himself over her, then moved close and blew a warm breath into her ear. "Good Xian'er."

"Mmm~" Xian'er immediately let out a soft moan, her beautiful eyes becoming even more unfocused, as though water might drip from them.

Wei Yang smoothed back the disheveled strands of hair on her face, gently caressed her little cheek, and said softly, "Can you let me see your secret?"

"Mhm." Ye Xian'er nodded lightly.

"Where is it?" Wei Yang asked.

"On... on my stomach." Ye Xian'er gritted her teeth, turned her face to the side, and closed her eyes.

Wei Yang lifted the covers and laid her body flat.

Ye Xian'er obediently went along with his movements, but she was extremely nervous, her body remaining tense the entire time.

Wei Yang gently unfastened the buttons of her clothing.

Xian'er kept her head turned and her eyes closed, allowing him to move as he pleased.

As her clothes were lifted open.

A jade-like body, fair and tender, still youthful yet already quite well-developed, appeared before his eyes.

Wei Yang's breathing immediately grew a little heavier.

Ye Xian'er covered her eyes with both hands and gritted her teeth, the rosy flush on her face spreading all the way down to her neck.

Wei Yang could not help licking his dry lips. His gaze slowly moved downward, then shifted away from the white embroidered chest wrap patterned with orchids, feeling both regretful and faintly relieved.

Fortunately, that layer of chest wrap was there. Otherwise, he truly feared that he might lose control and do something improper.

His gaze traveled downward, finally stopping at her flat lower abdomen.

There, below her navel, was a tiny seven-colored pattern, like a tattoo, reflected in Wei Yang's eyes.

Against her snow-white skin, the seven-colored pattern seemed to glimmer with faint rainbow light, like a tiny living snake with a subtle radiance flowing through it.

"Body of Calamitous Poison!" Wei Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself.

He leaned down and brought his head closer. The pleasant fragrance at the tip of his nose grew even stronger.

Wei Yang took a light breath, steadied his mind, and carefully examined the seven-colored pattern.

He extended a finger and gently touched it. Her skin was smooth, like the finest silk.

"Mmh~" Ye Xian'er immediately let out a faint sound through her nose, seemingly shy and reproachful, with perhaps the faintest trace of charm.

Wei Yang's breathing paused. He raised his head and glanced at Ye Xian'er, seeing that she had both hands tightly covering her little face, though a tiny gap seemed to show between her fingers.

He could not help finding it somewhat amusing.

He then composed himself and returned his gaze to her lower abdomen.

His finger slowly slid along the seven-colored pattern as he studied it with curiosity.

So this was the Body of Calamitous Poison!

Compared to this kind of constitution, his so-called talent amounted to nothing.