Jun Moxie couldn't understand why she had undergone such a transformation. Just yesterday, she was hysterical and utterly unable to accept it, but now, at this very moment, there was clearly a massive shift...

Regardless of the reason, this change was, after all, a positive sign for him.

"I like Jun Ye, I know I like him. Although he makes me admire him greatly, we are equals."

Miao Xiaomiao’s eyelashes trembled continuously, still clinging to a single, crystalline teardrop, yet she refused to open her eyes, saying somewhat shrinkingly, "But that Lord of Evil... for me... is too high, too high a presence. He is so unattainable. I am scared, truly scared. Compared to the unreachable Lord of Evil, I would prefer the Jun Ye I can actually touch..."

"You foolish girl! You have no idea how much effort those girls, led by Xiao Yi, put into nursing me back to health! And now you say 'unattainable'?"

Jun Moxie reached out and pulled the woman tightly into his embrace. "What about now? Are you still afraid? Actually, regardless of who the Lord of Evil is, or what magnificent being he might be, you only need to know one thing: He is your man! You two will always be equals! Whether it's Mo Junye, the Lord of Evil, or Jun Moxie—it's all the same!"

"My man..."

Miao Xiaomiao’s delicate body trembled, but she offered no resistance, only muttering the words repeatedly: "My man?"

"Yes, he is your man, my girl."

Jun Moxie smiled faintly, leaning close to her ear. "Don't you forget, back in the Illusionary Palace, you caused quite a disaster. That kick you delivered right after waking up nearly castrated me... That was close, I've woken up scared several times lately thinking about it. What does it matter if he's the Lord of Evil? He’s still just a man, and every man fears... fears losing his vigor in that department..."

Hearing him recount this incident, Miao Xiaomiao instantly recalled waking up suddenly from her coma, finding a man sprawled over her, and kicking out only to realize it was that infuriating nemesis...

Recalling Mo Junye’s pained yet comical expression at the time, and hearing the man before her complaining as if pouring out bitterness, tender affection blossomed in her heart, and she couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "Who told you to be restless back then?"

"Is that so?"

Jun Moxie widened his eyes. "How was I restless back then? Tell me, how was I not honest with you? Why do you always twist things? I was already so miserable, and you keep bringing that up!"

Miao Xiaomiao’s face flushed, leaving her stuttering and unable to speak.

Now that Jun Moxie mentioned their intimate past, and having already received counsel from Mei Xueyan, she could finally accept that Jun Moxie and Mo Junye were one and the same. It was just her pride that prevented her from saying it out loud...

How to find a way to smooth things over? After all, what she had said yesterday was certainly too harsh.

Hearing Jun Moxie now, she forgot all about finding a graceful exit, overwhelmed by sheer embarrassment.

How could you not be restless? You were running wild everywhere back then! If you hadn't been running wild, would I have reacted so strongly...?

Just as she thought this, a chill swept over her chest, followed by a large hand reaching in to gently fondle her prominent curves, teasing softly, "How exactly was I being restless? Why don't you say it?"

As he spoke, his other hand had already slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, giving her pert backside a squeeze before resting there, caressing lightly—gently grasping and then teasing, kneading her like dough—while the voice by her ear continued: "...Still... not honest enough?"

Miao Xiaomiao let out a soft moan, her face crimson, panting, "Stop! You... you wicked man, I haven't settled accounts with you yet... Hurry up, stop! If you keep this up, I... I won't be polite... I really... I'll do that thing to your that!"

"Do you have the heart to? If you do, please don't be polite with me; that ruins the fun," Jun Moxie continued his ministrations without pause, humming, "Hmm? You actually want to settle accounts with me? I haven't even brought up yours yet! Your temper yesterday was terrifying. Were you planning to eliminate me to avenge that brat Mo Junye?"

"What accounts are you settling with me? I don't owe you anything."

Miao Xiaomiao made a futile gesture of resistance with both hands, though in truth, she exerted no strength at all. Her bright eyes were already growing hazy...

"Hmph, you still dare deny it! Yesterday you dared to disown me! What crime is that?"

Jun Moxie pressed his lips to her ear, his hot breath drilling into her ear canal. His right hand seized one of the woman's delicate snow-white breasts, kneading it firmly, making the 'little white rabbit' shake its head, wandering east and west as punishment: "A woman, actually refusing to acknowledge her own man, Miao Xiaomiao, you truly have ability! Remarkably accomplished! If this young master doesn't discipline you properly this time, won't you turn the heavens upside down..."

"I... I..."

Miao Xiaomiao tried to defend herself, but she was utterly limp, unable to even complete a sentence.

"What 'you'! Still arguing!"

Young Master Jun became fiercer, the classic style of a victor who refuses to yield an inch: "Do you think you're so great just because you’re the little princess of the Illusionary Palace? To the extent of refusing to acknowledge your own husband! Hmph, truly, if you're not beaten for three days, you'll tear the roof off the house! Let's see today how this young master handles you! Let's see if you eliminate me, or if I eliminate you, you girl!"

"I... I didn't mean to..."

Miao Xiaomiao was burning all over, finally unable to bear it, and pleaded, "...Yes, yes, this concubine was wrong, please... please, husband... have mercy..."

"Mercy? That is absolutely unforgivable!"

Fire was blazing in Jun Moxie's eyes—the fire of desire: "Let this young master resort to the rod today! Until you submit completely, who knows what you'll be like in the future..."

"No! Don't..."

Miao Xiaomiao finally cried out in alarm: "It's still daytime, we shouldn't do this in the light of day..."

"Who says you can't discipline your wife during the day?"

The Great Young Master let out a wicked laugh, applied force with his hands, and pushed the beauty in his arms onto the bed, immediately pressing down upon her. "No... don't..."

Miao Xiaomiao struggled with all her might, but she couldn't break free! Almost instantly, she was stripped bare.

Having gotten his way, Jun Moxie naturally began to disarm himself, only to see the great beauty shrink back, hugging her chest with both hands and retreating to the corner of the bed, begging, "Jun Ye... could you change your appearance? You... you make me feel strange..."

"What's strange?"

Jun Moxie pressed forward, stark naked.

"No... I just feel, I just feel... a sense of betrayal. I, I,"

Miao Xiaomiao was nearly in tears. "It feels like... like I'm a fickle woman, giving my body to two men..."

"Who said two men!"

Jun Moxie’s heart skipped a beat, and he snorted. "Open your eyes wide and look at me! I am your husband! Your man! That Jun Ye of yours isn't the genuine article. Remember, your man is this handsome version of me!"

Miao Xiaomiao not only failed to open her eyes wide as instructed but instead squeezed them tightly shut. Jun Moxie lunged forward...

"Ah..."

A delicate cry followed...

"Jun Ye... Jun Ye..."

"Call me Moxie!"

"Jun Ye... Moxie... Moxie..."

Finally, the clouds receded and the mist cleared...

This battle between the two, which felt like it happened in mere days yet also like an age apart, seemed intense from the very beginning. The woman remained stubbornly unwilling to change her address, adopting a stance of non-violent non-cooperation, while the man was aggressively relentless...

In the end, the woman's stamina naturally lagged behind the man's. Thus, the victor of this campaign was still the man. In truth, the outcome of this fight was predetermined from the start; there could only be one result...

Under the man’s deliberate provocation, the woman almost completely lost herself, merely screaming wildly. By the end, she didn't even know what she was shouting anymore...

Even when the woman cooperated, the man remained fiercely potent, maintaining his dominant posture from start to finish. The inherent physical differences were unavoidable, especially when one party was truly a powerhouse like Young Master Jun!

After much passionate longing, the dragon and phoenix intertwined, a pear blossom tree pressing down upon the hibiscus, the spring wind passing through the Jade Gate Pass several times, and a number of times the cloud and rain of Mount Wu painting the red...

After several rounds of desperate clinging, the clouds finally settled and the rain ceased. The woman had completely melted into a pool of fragrant mud, seemingly lacking the strength to even twitch a little finger...

Miao Xiaomiao’s beautiful eyes fluttered open halfway, but she eventually closed them, exhausted.

In her mind, she thought Jun Moxie would at least transition gently, allowing them to cultivate their feelings anew, to rediscover the familiar sensations of the past, allowing her time to adapt gradually before moving onto that and this...

Yet, she never expected this fellow to be so impetuous. As soon as she offered him a shred of encouragement, he lunged forward with the force of a thunderbolt, giving her absolutely no chance to react—it was practically an act of bullying strong-arming... Before a few words were finished, they were already at the critical point...

What was most infuriating was that she wasn't angry; in fact, she seemed rather... receptive, and cooperative. Awkward, utterly awkward!

It had to be admitted that that was always the most frank dialogue between a man and a woman, and the most effective way to communicate... Following this zero-distance communication, the sense of distance Miao Xiaomiao once felt had vanished without a trace...

His large hands were still roaming over her naked body, seemingly tireless. Jun Moxie's warm, masculine breath returned to her ear, and she heard him ask softly, "Are you sure now? Do you feel it's familiar? These positions are all ones we've used before. Other things can be faked, but this can never be faked, right? Even if the positions aren't the same, that is always the same, isn't it, my girl Miao Miao? Very familiar, right?"

Miao Xiaomiao froze for a moment upon hearing such explicit words, then snapped back to awareness, blushing so deeply she nearly fainted. She summoned all her strength, reaching out with her white jade-like little hand to pinch the man's waist, intending to scold this shameless, crude fellow—how could he say anything at all!

~n~~ ~~~~ (Just discharged from the hospital, the incision behind my neck is quite uncomfortable when I look down. Right now, I am typing with my chest puffed out, head held high and majestic... Everyone who has seen me says I look taller than before I was hospitalized—how could I not be? I wish I could cry; my neck can only stay stiff, unable to move. It’s more disciplined than standing at attention in the army...) Another chapter coming later.