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Chapter 258: Woman Without Conscience
Muyan has a helpless smile, “Brother, how many times have you asked this question already? I promised that I can cure it, moreover, I promise that it will be cured within seven days at most. After seven days, not only would your leg be better, your cultivation would also recover.”
Shen Jinglin is dazed and absent-minded as he walks out.
Because he’s too worked up, he even forgets to put his clothes back on or even carry them out.
Muyan shakes her head, taking her brother’s clothes and sets them aside. She then washes her face, rinses her mouth, and goes to bed.
Gently gathering the sleeping Xiao Bao into her arms, Muyan slowly sinks into a peaceful sleep.
It’s incredibly quiet inside the room.
Smoke from the incense rise up in spirals and linger within the atmosphere.
It’s indeed a special blend of perfume from fragrant fruits and flowers. Burning it in the air would have the effect of getting a more peaceful sleep.
It could also make people have a happy and contented mood.
As she’s sleeping, Muyan shows a shallow smile.
She doesn’t notice that at this moment, a tall and outstanding figure suddenly appears inside the room.
The moonlight outside the window shines through the thin screen, falling on the man’s face.
Even in such a dark night, one could still make out how peerlessly beautiful the man’s appearance is. Just like a deity from the Ninth Heaven, set up on high, incomparably magnificent, letting people have a strong desire to crawl under his feet and sing vows of servitude.
In that dark night, the man’s gaze falls upon the sleeping woman on the bed.
Thin lips are tightly pursed up, a cold and penetrating light in his eyes. However, there’s a faint burst of flame that’s just about to burn down everything before him.
This wretched woman without conscience!
She could actually still get some sleep!
Being in a room with another man, pulling and tugging to undress him!
Di Ming Jue steps forward, his figure seems to move in a flash, and he has already arrived by the bedside.
He bends his head down to look at the woman that he hasn’t seen for a long time. He really mustn’t strangle her!
His straight back slightly bends down, and slender hands cover the young woman’s thin shoulders, wanting to make her turn to face him.
However, before Di Ming Jue’s hand could move,
In Muyan’s embrace, Xiao Bao seems to have sensed something and he suddenly opens his eyes.
It’s just, he still couldn’t clearly see who’s in front of him.
Di Ming Jue waves a hand.
He sends out a peculiar energy, and Xiao Bao only feel drowsy, his eyelids growing heavy.
Then he slowly closes his eyes and goes back to sleep.
Di Ming Jue lets out a cold ‘humph’.
He peels off the small child that wouldn’t let go of Muyan’s clothes, picking him up by the collar and throwing him to the edge of the bed.
The next moment, he already has the woman’s soft and warm body gathered within his embrace.
A moment ago, Di Ming Jue was still itching to throttle Muyan – all troubles solved once the main problem is dealt with.
Especially during these past three days when he was secretly watching this no-conscience woman.
She’s not even a little bit unhappy when he left – on the contrary, she’s even sticking close to other men, cheerful and lively.
Di Ming Jue’s lungs were really about to burst with rage at that time.
Even if that man is Muyan’s biological brother, it’s unacceptable – what’s more, they’re not even related by blood!
However, for the person that he has been yearning for day and night, to be in his his arms-
Seeing her beautiful face, quiet and contented in her sleep; indulging in her unique fragrance-
Di Ming Jue’s heart becomes mushy, a total mess.
It’s only at this moment that he realizes just how much he has missed this little woman.
It’s only at this moment that he becomes a hundred percent certain.
Jun Muyan belongs to him!
In this life, he absolutely won’t let this woman escape!
The hands holding Muyan slowly tighten up, as if hating that he can’t rub her into his bones.
The sleeping person seems to finally feel the suffocating pressure, her eyes fluttering.
A dazed gaze absentmindedly rests on the man’s face, unfocused.