Chapter 18: Lu Fan’s Entire Body Is a Treasure

The phone slipped from Jiang Ruoxue’s hand, and she felt as if she were dreaming.

Was it because she was still drunk?

Her eyes fell mechanically, just catching the screen showing a recently ended call clearly labeled “Lu Fan.”

She propped herself up on the bed, mostly sober now.

So late at night, Lin Ziyu and Lu Fan together—what could a man and woman alone possibly be doing?

For the past five years, she and Lu Fan had no marital intimacy.

Partly because she despised him, but on the other hand, Lu Fan never once made a move.

Even when she was drunk numerous times, he cared for her attentively—wiping her face and hands, supporting her head.

But he never took advantage of her vulnerability, not even once.

This realization dawned on Jiang Ruoxue: Lu Fan was still a man of principle and restraint.

Her mind involuntarily recalled the strong, muscular body she had once held.

She lay back down, resting the back of her right hand over her eyes.

The servant, thinking she had fallen asleep, glanced at the shattered pieces on the floor and muttered under her breath, “No wonder the husband wants a divorce; a woman who drinks like this can’t be a good woman.”

She swept up the fragments and left without a second glance at Jiang Ruoxue.

Jiang Ruoxue lowered her hand, her eyes fixed on the streetlights outside.

If it were Lu Fan, he would surely watch her drink the sobering soup.

Then gently wipe off her makeup with a warm towel, cover her with a blanket, prepare a pot of millet porridge, and place a warm cup of honey water nearby.

Even if she got hungry in the middle of the night, she would be able to eat at any time.

In this quiet night, Jiang Ruoxue found herself reflecting for the first time—had she been wrong about Lu Fan all these years?

But soon, she dismissed the thought, blaming her hasty choice of an unreliable servant.

Lu Fan’s presence was merely that of a servant.

Were there irreplaceable servants in the world?

Early the next morning, she dismissed the maid and brought in two experienced ones from the Jiang household.

She believed she would soon adapt to life without Lu Fan.

After sleeping in a daze for two days, Lu Fan’s spirits improved significantly.

He got up and saw the time—he had slept for two full days and nights!

Where was Xiao You?

Lu Fan hurriedly rose, only to find Lin Ziyu sitting cross-legged on the sofa as if in her own home.

Her face freshly washed, a rabbit headband perched atop her head.

She wore a seductive camisole and matching shorts, clutching a large bag of potato chips, crunching noisily.

Her figure was already stunning, and this outfit accentuated her curves—the full swell of her breasts pressed against the fabric, half of their roundness exposed.

Perhaps she hadn’t expected Lu Fan to wake up so early and thus acted as if she were in her own living room.

Lu Fan glanced away quickly. “Senior sister, where’s Xiao You?”

“Sweetheart just fell asleep. Are your eyes twitching?” Lin Ziyu teased.

Lu Fan casually draped a small blanket over her, covering the exposed curves of her chest.

“Senior sister, dressed like this isn’t appropriate.”

Lin Ziyu kicked the blanket aside, jumping off the sofa. Her bare feet painted a vivid red, her long, fair legs moving lightly toward Lu Fan.

She and Jiang Ruoxue were like two extremes—

One fiery, one cold.

Jiang Ruoxue would smile softly, tiptoeing to wrap both hands around Lu Fan’s neck.

“Junior brother, after all these years, why are you still so innocent? Could it be that aside from Jiang Ruoxue, you haven’t touched any other woman?”

As she spoke, her perky chest pressed against Lu Fan, reminding him of that one night five years ago—when Jiang Ruoxue had been manipulated by their rivals and lost all reason upon meeting him.

He had been entirely focused on her condition, aware she was a virgin, and had treated her with utmost gentleness.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, but neither was it indulgent.

He had spent years in the mountains, leading a pure and desireless life, uninterested in carnal pleasures.

Even now, with senior sister so intimate, his heart remained unmoved.

“Master said lust blinds the mind; desire only becomes a stumbling block in cultivation.”

Lin Ziyu laughed lightly, like a siren.

She deliberately teased Lu Fan, her red lips moving close to his ear. “Junior brother, did master ever tell you that among countless cultivation methods, dual cultivation is one of them? It’s just that our sect doesn’t practice it. But some great sects in this world advocate the art of alchemical furnaces, drawing yin to supplement yang.”

Lu Fan’s ears flushed pink. “Senior sister, please stop teasing me.”

Lin Ziyu inhaled the natural herbal scent emanating from Lu Fan, keenly aware that he had been nurtured on top-grade immortal herbs by their master.

Only that fool Jiang Ruoxue failed to appreciate it; if it were her, given such a chance, she would keep Lu Fan in bed every night.

No joke—Lu Fan’s whole body was a treasure, especially his essence and blood!

Her fingertips traced circles on his chest, her voice laced with seduction: “Senior sister here also wants to help junior brother relieve some stress. Don’t worry, I won’t expect anything in return. In this world, male and female pleasures are normal—there are plenty of marriages of convenience.”

Her words stunned Lu Fan, who had heard from Jiang Ruoxue about senior sister’s wild ways, but had never imagined them to be so extreme.

“Senior sister, please don’t do this…”

Lin Ziyu found the blushing young man utterly adorable, cornering him step by step toward the sofa.

Lu Fan sat down heavily, and Lin Ziyu knelt between his legs, one hand resting on his cheek, the other lifting his chin, poised to kiss him.

“Don’t want this? Is that so? Haha… innocent junior brother.”

Just as their lips were about to meet, the door that Lin Ziyu had left ajar when taking out the trash was pushed open.

Jiang Ruoxue’s angry voice rang out: “What are you two doing?!”