“No, I have a pure yang physique. If you try to do dat with me, you’ll definitely die from your meridians exploding.” Ning Shu denied the fact that she was born of the yin month, day, and hour without hesitation.

  Gong Wumei lifted his brows in amusement. “There’s no point trying to deny it. I can feel my body’s thirst for you.”


  Ning Shu: …


  “Come with me to Endless Palace. Since you’re that iceberg’s disciple, you should know about my condition, so take a trip with me.” Gong Wumei wrapped an arm around Ning Shu’s waist and drew close to her ear. She could feel his hot breath as he said softly, “You don’t have the right to reject me. The weak don’t have the power to reject.”


  Ning Shu’s expression remained indifferent as she said disdainfully. “Can you not get so close when speaking? Don’t you know that your breath smells?”


  Gong Wumei: …


  Ning Shu was also aware that she had to go with him, since this was the storyline. She turned towards Xu Yu who was already starting to cry and said, “Behave and stay here, alright? Wait for Master to come back. Your senior sister will be fine. Make sure to take care of the herb garden as usual and remember to weed and fertilize.”


  Xu Yu nodded vigorously. “Senior Sister, once Master comes back, Master and I will go save you!”


  Ning Shu patted his head, then picked up her prepared cloth bundle and turned to Gong Wumei. “I’m now your doctor. I request high quality accommodations.”


  “Alright. I always have patience for beauties, especially beauties with pure yin physiques.” Gong Wumei lips hooked in a slight seductive arc. “Once you get to Endless Palace, you’ll discover that it’s actually a heaven. Then you’ll never want to leave.”


  Once they left the bamboo house, Ning Shu asked, “Could it be that we’re walking to your Endless Palace?”


  “Of course not.” Gong Wumei pressed his fingers to his lips and gave a clear, long whistle. After a brief while, someone arrived with a luxurious carriage. The person driving was a follower of the Demonic Cult.

  “Greetings, Cult Leader. I’ve brought the carriage.”


  Gong Wumei glanced towards Ning Shu with a faint smile. “Go ahead.”


  Ning Shu carried her bundle and got onto the carriage. Gong Wumei smiled, then got on as well to sit down in facing Ning Shu. He propped up his chin as he examined her again. “Beauty, what’s your name?”


  “Xiao Hong,” replied Ning Shu.

  >Little Red<

  “Xiao Hong?” Gong Wumei repeated the name in his low sexy voice. It tickled one’s heart so much that the itch felt almost physical. “Beauty, even your name is so unique. I like it.”


  “Many thanks for your praise,” replied Ning Shu with a straight expression. Then she seemed to recall something and asked, “It’s not easy to find women born of the yin month, day, and hour. If the woman was incomparably ugly, would you still do her?”


  The chances of finding someone born in such a specific time frame was already as slim as the chances of winning the lottery, so to find someone born in that time with a body like Mu Yanmeng’s would normally be impossible.

  If this woman ended up having looks that were barely passable, would Gong Wumei grit his teeth and do it for the sake of his life?

  This clearly wasn’t a very pleasant topic. Gong Wumei’s facial color darkened a little as he said, “If you’re about to starve to death and there’s dirt-covered food on the ground, would you eat it?”


  “Of course,” replied Ning Shu without a beat of hesitation. “Life is more precious than anything.”


  “Oh…” Ning Shu exclaimed in realization, “So this means that you would do her?”