Why is the fairy who adopted me plotting against me?

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She took Su Mu's free arm with her hand and leaned her body slightly towards him, forming an intimate posture.

She didn't look at the female cultivator standing by, but instead looked up at Su Mu and said softly, her voice not loud, but loud enough for those around her to hear: "Mu'er,"

"You've been standing for so long, aren't you tired? Would you like to sit down and rest at the tea stall up ahead?"

Her manner was intimate and familiar, her tone gentle and caring, befitting a family elder, yet the tenderness in her eyes couldn't help but...

People are speculating about her relationship with Su Mu.

Upon seeing this, the female cultivator's smile froze, replaced by a hint of embarrassment. She glanced at Su Mu, then at the alluring Hu beside him.

Chan Yuan ultimately said nothing more, gave an awkward curtsy, and quickly turned and left.

The other women who had also been eager to try also gave up their plans upon seeing this scene and dispersed.

The eyesore was gone, but Hu Chanyuan lingered on Su Mu's arm, forgetting to let go. Su Mu didn't immediately pull his hand away either. The two...

A subtle silence suddenly fell over the room.

Through the thin fabric, they could clearly feel the warmth of each other's arms and the faint pulse of their pulses. Su Mu felt even more strongly that her hands were warm.

Surrounded by two large, soft masses.

The intimate gesture they had just adopted to deal with outsiders suddenly took on a different, more indescribable quality under the undisturbed peach blossom tree.

A belching smell.

Hu Chanyuan slightly turned her head, and through the light veil, her alluring eyes darted about, their gazes meeting those of Su Mu as he looked down.

The Buddha has invisible threads that gently wrap around and tighten in the air.

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Aunt Hu's Feeding

“Since they have something to say, Aunt Hu, let’s take a walk around first.” Su Mu’s voice was gentle, with an undeniable warmth.

He grasped Hu Chanyuan's hand with remarkable ease, leading her slowly along the path strewn with fallen petals. His heart was warm, dry, and steady.

The ground enveloped her slightly cool, slender fingers.

Hu Chanyuan's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly, but she didn't pull away. She lowered her eyes slightly, letting him lead her, and followed half a step beside him.

Afterwards, I felt that unsettling temperature transmitted through my skin.

The gazes from the tourists around her made her cheeks burn, as if those gazes could penetrate her veil and glimpse her embarrassment and shyness.

What will they think of me? Xiaoxiao just established her authority in front of everyone, and now that she's gone, I'm clinging to Mu'er and being so intimate with him.

It's like... it's like secretly meeting with Su Mu behind Xiaoxiao's back.

She could only try to maintain a facade of calm, her entire attention actually focused on the hand he was holding, her heart filled with both fear and...

It was both embarrassing and exciting.

The two found a stone bench under a peach tree in full bloom and sat down. It wasn't far from Su Zhixiao and Li Qinghan; they could vaguely see them.

I could see their figures and hear their faint laughter.

Hu Chanyuan took out a plate of exquisite pastries from the food box she carried with her; they were peach blossom cakes.

She carefully presented it to Su Mu, her voice so soft it almost seemed to melt into the wind: "Mu'er, would you like to try it? Is it the way you taught me last time?"

The recipe I made is probably not as skillfully executed as the one from the street vendor, but I wonder... if there's been any improvement?

Su Mu looked down and saw that the pastries on the plate were small and exquisite, with a faint pink hue and a sweet fragrance of peach blossoms and honey.

But instead of reaching out to take it, he leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze fixed on her lowered eyelids, his tone languid.

Teasingly: "Aunt Hu, you've worked so hard. Since Aunt Hu made it herself, why don't you... feed me a taste?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Chanyuan's ears instantly turned bright red. She instinctively glanced up and quickly nudged Su Zhixiao and Li Qinghan, who were standing not far away, her voice filled with pleading.

Qiu Banqingyan said, "Mu'er, stop fooling around. Xiaoxiao and Qinghan are still here."

“They’re engrossed in their conversation and have no time for anything else. This is a perfect opportunity for us to give them some treatment.” Su Mu softened her voice, adding a touch of reassurance.

The magic of soothing, "Besides, doesn't Aunt Hu want to know my opinion?"

Under his gaze, Hu Chanyuan's heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

She struggled for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist that secret anticipation and longing. Her slender fingers trembled slightly as she picked up the most exquisite piece of jade.

He hesitated, then slowly brought the pastry to Su Mu's lips.

Su Mu opened her mouth and put the pastry in her mouth. Her soft tongue seemed to brush against her fingertips, whether unintentionally or deliberately.

In an instant, Hu Chanyuan jerked, her fingertips recoiling as if burned. How similar this scene was to yesterday! Her heart pounded.

Disorder struck her; a tingling sensation quickly spread from her fingers, making her feel weak all over and almost unable to sit up straight.

She hurriedly lowered her head, her breathing becoming erratic, her cheeks burning beneath the veil.

Su Mu savored the sweet and glutinous pastry, nodding in praise, "Perfectly balanced, sweet but not cloying. Aunt Hu's skills are getting better and better."

Then, she picked up a piece of pastry and offered it to Hu Chanyuan, "Aunt Hu, would you like to try some?"

Hu Chanyuan looked up, her eyes brimming with tears and lingering panic. She glanced again worriedly in the direction of Su Zhixiao and the others, seeing...

The person seemed still engrossed in their whispers and hadn't noticed them until, as if making a great decision, they slightly raised their face and parted their lips.

Her lips were soft and moist, gleaming with an alluring sheen. They were slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of her tender, moist tongue that seemed to be inadvertently...

It extends outwards, carrying with it a subtle, unwitting, and breathtaking allure.

Su Mu's eyes darkened slightly, a hint of something deeper flashing within them. He didn't immediately serve the pastries; instead, he lowered his voice, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Language: "Aunt Hu, ah."

The way she addressed her as "Aunt Hu" was tinged with a deep, respectful tone, yet the "request" was so outrageous, mixed with an indescribable intimacy.

And teasing.

Hu Chanyuan was so ashamed that she almost wanted to disappear. As an elder, she was being teased like this by a junior. It was truly... outrageous!

But her body seemed to defy her will, seduced by his deep voice and burning gaze, obediently opening her mouth slightly and uttering...

A very soft, delicate voice, tinged with a certain tone: "Ah..."

Su Mu could see Hu Chanyuan's slightly protruding tongue, her pearly white teeth, and the gleam of her mouth; he could even feel her breath.

The sweet-smelling heat emanating from him brushed lightly across his fingertips.

The sight stirred his heart, and he secretly marveled at his own inability to resist temptation.

Su Mu calmed his turmoil before gently feeding the pastry to her. His fingertips inevitably brushed against her soft lower lip.

Hu Chanyuan subconsciously closed her lips, her pearly teeth gently biting the pastry. Her soft tongue, seemingly trying to scoop up the food, unintentionally...

It brushed across his fingertips.

Su Mu's fingertips paused slightly.

Hu Chanyuan seemed to realize what she had done, and suddenly froze, then a vengeful and audacious thought flashed through her mind.

Instead of letting go immediately, she used her wet, soft tongue, with a hint of provocation, to gently and quickly suck on his fingertips.

It clicked! As the fingertip withdrew, it made a very faint, yet blush-inducing, "pop" sound.

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Su Mu was taken aback at first, then chuckled softly. His laughter was sultry and magnetic, making Hu Chanyuan blush.

He withdrew his damp hand, but his gaze remained fixed on her. Noticing a crumb of pastry on her lips, he reached out his hand quite naturally.

He gently stroked her soft, slightly damp lips with his fingertips.

Hu Chanyuan froze, holding her breath.

Then, she watched as Su Mu calmly put the fingertip, still covered in crumbs, into her mouth and gently sucked on it as well.

It felt like savoring the most delicious delicacy in the world.

His gaze never left her shocked eyes; his eyes were so deep they seemed to whirlpool, as if trying to suck her in completely.

"Aunt Hu's taste...is indeed extremely sweet," he commented in a low voice, his tone full of meaning.

Boom! Hu Chanyuan felt her mind go blank, as if all the blood had rushed to her head, making her dizzy and overwhelmed with shame.

An indescribable excitement swept through my entire body.

Almost with her remaining sanity, she abruptly turned her head, breathing heavily, her ample breasts heaving violently.

A wave of intense fear and self-reproach washed over her instantly. She turned around abruptly, her eyes filled with panic and a hint of blame as she looked at Su Mu.

His voice was kept extremely low, yet it betrayed an undeniable tremor in his forehead:

"Mu'er! You're being ridiculous! Even if... even if it's treatment, there should be a limit! What if... what if that appearance just now..."

Xiaoxiao and Qinghan looked over, but what should they do?!

Su Mu looked at her, her face flushed with embarrassment and anxiety, her eyes brimming with tears as she tried to remain calm, and simply smiled meaningfully without replying.

Qinghan might not have seen it, but Xiaoxiao probably saw it all.

Just like him, although he was playing with Aunt Hu... oh no, I mean "treating" her, his mind was always half-heartedly focused on the scene not far away.

Dao Qianying -

Although she seemed engrossed in her conversation with Qinghan, the occasional, alert glances she cast, carrying a hint of barely perceptible resentment, never truly left him.

The small space around me.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: I'm Sorry, Sister Xiaoxiao / Qinghan

Li Qinghan led Su Zhixiao to a quiet tea stall in the peach grove. The stall owner was a kind-looking old woman who slowly and steadily served them tea.

Two cups of fragrant tea.

The tea soup was clear and bright, reflecting the sunlight and clouds, and also reflecting Su Zhixiao's peach blossom eyes, which were full of unspoken thoughts. All the peach blossoms in the forest paled in comparison.

She gently warmed a sip of the slightly hot tea, the bittersweet aftertaste slowly melting on her tongue, as if finally bringing back some of her drifting thoughts.

Xian asked softly, "Qinghan, when did you find out that I was with my brother?"

Li Qinghan held the teacup with both hands, blowing on the hot tea, looking extremely cute.

Hearing this, she blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering, and a lively smile curved her lips: "Why would I need to know that? Sister Xiaoxiao and Brother Mu..."

They were practically inseparable, their affection barely concealed in their eyes or brows; anyone who saw them could understand, and the news had already spread throughout the Prince's residence!

Not in front of Su Mu, she also put away her shyness and deliberately dragged out her words, "Besides, didn't you two sleep together last night?"

"Hmm? It can't be like when they were little, where the brother and sister simply slept in the same room, can it?"

Su Zhixiao's cheeks flushed crimson in an instant, as if she had applied the most vibrant peach-colored rouge. Last night, in that old house that held so many childhood memories...

Scenes from my cozy little apartment flooded my mind uncontrollably.

A passionate embrace, breaths quickened

His low, deep calls and his uncontrollable sobs.

But then, a faint sense of shame quietly surfaced again—my brother hadn't had enough fun last night.

This won't do! She's now her brother's rightful wife! If even her husband can't satisfy her, he... he

Will he start cheating on his wife with another woman?

The thought pierced Su Zhixiao's heart like an ice needle, startling her. The teacup in her hand tilted, spilling a few drops of the slightly hot tea onto her hand.

He was on the back when he suddenly came to his senses.