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As soon as he entered the room, a faint yet incredibly potent fragrance wafted into Fang Mo's nostrils.

This scent wasn't cloyingly sweet like ordinary perfumes. Instead, it carried a hint of coolness, like the scent of an orchid from the deep abyss, invigorating the senses while simultaneously drawing one into its depths.

Nian Nu'er was about to close the door when a heated body pressed against her.

Fang Mo didn't give her any chance to react. With a spread of his arms, he forcefully pulled the soft body into his embrace.

"Aiya--"

Nian Nu'er cried out softly, her body going limp like a puddle of water. She didn't struggle, merely tilting her head slightly. Her soul-stirring eyes shot him a playful, reproachful glance.

"You brute!"

"Why are you in such a hurry? You're hurting me."

Fang Mo chuckled, completely ignoring her complaints. His nose traced its way up her long, fair neck, finally stopping by her small, delicate earlobe.

"Do you miss me?"

His voice was low, tinged with a hint of teasing.

Nian Nu'er felt a wave of giddiness wash over her ears, draining most of the strength from her body. She turned around, wrapping her arms around Fang Mo's neck, clinging to him as she exhaled a breath as fragrant as orchids.

"Miss~"

"I miss you so much my heart aches."

Fang Mo chuckled, unfazed by her gentle scolding.

He lowered his head, his nose almost brushing against Nian Nu'er's jade-like, glistening earlobe, and took a deep breath.

"Hiss--"

Fang Mo looked up, his eyes slightly hazy.

"You smell so good!"

Nian Nu'er felt the hot breath by her ear, her body trembling slightly.

"Young Master..."

Nian Nu'er's eyes instantly became hazy, her voice taking on a seductive tremor.

"You smell good too..."

It was the scent of Qi and Blood, mixed with an indescribable charm that she couldn't resist.

Just as the atmosphere was charged with desire, reaching its peak, and something inappropriate was about to happen...

"Rumble--"

A sound like muffled thunder suddenly erupted from their tightly pressed abdomens.

The noise was so loud it made Nian Nu'er's thin sleeping gown tremble.

The ambiguous atmosphere instantly froze.

Fang Mo's old face flushed red at a visible speed.

He awkwardly released his arms around Nian Nu'er, clutching his stomach, and let out a dry chuckle.

"Uh, well..."

"My realm advanced too quickly, so the physical consumption is indeed a bit much."

Qi and Blood Realm Perfection.

Jumping two levels in a single night put a significant strain on the body.

Even with the Blood Spirit Pills, that was just energy. The hunger in his stomach was very real.

He was genuinely hungry.

Hungry to the point where his chest was sticking to his back.

Nian Nu'er paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

She shook with laughter, her chest rising and falling, making Fang Mo dizzy. She gently pushed Fang Mo away, covering her mouth as she chuckled, "So my lord is hungry. That makes sense, you need to be full to have the energy to work."

She gently pushed Fang Mo away, breaking free from his embrace, a smile dancing in her eyes.

"I thought you were a pervert."

"Now it seems you're just a hungry wolf with an empty stomach."

She turned and walked to the door, opening it a crack, and called downstairs.

"Mama Feng."

"Prepare a top-quality banquet, all meat, and make sure the portions are generous."

"And bring two taels of aged Huadiao wine."

"I want to drink with Young Master Fang."

A slightly surprised yet respectful voice came from downstairs: "Yes, Miss, I'll go prepare it right away."

Nian Nu'er closed the door, pulled Fang Mo to sit by the table, her peach blossom eyes fixed on Fang Mo, as if she could stare a flower out of him.

Fang Mo felt a bit unnerved by her gaze, instinctively touching his face.

"What? Captivated by my handsome charm?"

Nian Nu'er shook her head, extending her delicate fingers to gently tap Fang Mo's forehead.

"Young Master, did you not notice my attire today?"

Fang Mo was taken aback.

He had been too busy with his hands to pay attention to any attire.

Now, upon closer inspection, he realized Nian Nu'er's hairstyle today was completely different from last time.

Last time it was the Drooping Cloud Bun, exuding girlish charm.

But today, her long hair was fully pinned up, adorned with a jade hairpin, revealing her smooth forehead and elegant neck.

This was a hairstyle for married women.

"Are you married?"

Nian Nu'er shot him a look, a glance so full of allure it nearly stole Fang Mo's soul.

"Yes, I'm married."

She picked up the teapot on the table and poured Fang Mo a cup of tea, her voice melancholic, "Married to a man who knows nothing of romance, only a hasty, impatient fellow."

The mouthful of tea Fang Mo had just taken nearly sprayed out.

"Cough, cough, cough! What do you mean?"

Nian Nu'er put down the teapot, leaning forward slightly. Her stunningly beautiful face moved close to Fang Mo's, so near their breaths mingled.

"Let Young Master know."

"According to the rules of our profession, the first guest to share my bed becomes my husband."

"Since Young Master took my virginity, I naturally must style my hair for him, and from this day forward, this hairstyle cannot be changed."

Nian Nu'er's voice carried a hint of shyness, difficult to discern if it was genuine or feigned. A blush spread across her face, making her breathtakingly beautiful.