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If Ye Qinghui's good looks were like a pot of clear tea, worth savoring slowly, then Ye Qingchuan's beauty was like a distinctive wine: a little sharp on the tongue, then sweet and crisp, and finally intoxicating.

Only children had to choose. Adults, of course, took them all.

"They're both beauties, so they can both be my kept men." The Evil Drought Demon held one with her left hand and the other with her right. For the first time, she experienced the pleasure men could bring, and it was quite different from the thrill of killing.

Ye Zhenzhen's Divine Soul was trapped inside this body, screaming inwardly, No! Weren't you supposed to destroy this world? Why are you suddenly chasing handsome men? And with my face!

As someone who adored good looks, both the aloof beauty and the obsessive beauty were exactly her type. But being surrounded by men like this was a blessing she truly could not bear—especially with Jiang Wan glaring furiously at them. "Let Ye Qinghui go. He's just my senior brother. There's nothing romantic between us!" she could not help reminding the Evil Drought Demon.

"No. I want both." The Evil Drought Demon deliberately pinched Ye Qinghui's slender waist. "Firm, too. Nice figure," she remarked without a trace of expression.

Ye Qinghui, Ye Qingchuan, and Jiang Wan exploded almost at once. "What are you doing?!"

Ye Zhenzhen frantically covered her face. Evil Drought Demon, please, have some decency! How am I supposed to face First Senior Brother after this?

The Evil Drought Demon ignored her and pinched Ye Qinghui's cheek, too.

Ye Qinghui sprang up and drew the Flowing Light Sword, pointing it at her. A man could be killed but not humiliated, and the urge to run her through was plain in his eyes. Ye