The Demonic Son-in-law's 100 Transformations: The Tiger's Den Concubine

  Qian Yu Xian raised her hand to touch her bright red cheeks, damn it, why was it so hot? Thinking of Qian Yu Xian's sparkling eyes, she glanced at the corner of her eye and smiled very slyly at Yan Yi. Qian Yu Xian bit her rose-like red lips, took a few deep breaths, looked at Yan Yi, trying hard to ignore Yan Yi's sly expression, her voice was unnatural:

  "You're so casual about entering other people's homes, aren't you afraid others will call you a thief? You've ruined your good image in the eyes of the heavens and the nation."

  Yan Yifeng stared straight at Qianyu Xian, her thin lips slightly curled up. Under the sunlight of noon, there was not a hint of blush on her fair and delicate face, which always exuded an air of noble elegance. Her eyes sparkled with a thread of playful thoughts, "If entering one's own home can be said to be a thief, then whose home should one enter without being called a thief? Xian'er, your home?"

  Qian Yu Xian gave a disdainful glance at Yan Yi, who looked like a banished immortal. "You think? You still want to come to my house?" Qian Yu Xian's rose-like red lips parted as if to retort, but seeing Yan Yi's thoughtful expression, she continued:

  "If Xian'er is so sincere in inviting me, then I'd better obey humbly."

  Qian Yu's big eyes stared at Yan Yi, who had a thoughtful expression on his face, while his cheeks still had a pinkish hue from being teased by Qian Yu earlier. He yelled at Yan Yi, "Get out of here!"

  Yan Yi's thin lips slightly curved upwards, his fine long hair covering his smooth forehead, and his pale white complexion with a hint of sadness on his face hung down, but his dense and slender eyelashes hid the laughter in his eyes.

  "Xian'er is so fierce..."

  Qian Yu Xian looked at Yan Yi's expression, thinking that her tone just now was indeed a bit too much. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Yan Yi lift his head again and glance at Qian Yu Xian's slightly parted red lips with an mischievous glint in his eyes. His thin lips curled up into a smile, like a demon descending upon the mortal world. In a voice as gentle and clear as a piano, he said:

  "You'll never get married."

  "You!" Qian Yu's eyes widened in shock, her delicate hands trembling as she stared at Yan Yi, unsure of what to say next.

  Yan Yimo's eyes locked onto Qian Yu Xian's expression, which was on the verge of collapse. A faint smile played on his lips as he reached out to undo the belt around Qian Yu Xian's waist. Qian Yu Xian's eyes widened even further at this, and his hand trembled as he pointed at Yan Yimo, his words becoming incoherent:

  "What are you doing? Don't mess around, or else I'll..."

  Yan Yifei's eyes looked at Qian Yu Xian's standard melon-seed-shaped face, the pink on her cheeks had just faded away and was rising again. Her ink-colored pupils were filled with helplessness, what was this girl who usually feared neither heaven nor earth thinking in her mind? Yan Yi's thin lips slightly opened, pretending to be puzzled as he looked at Qian Yu Xian, "What's going on?"

  "Then, then call...". Qian Yu Xian lowered her head, biting her red lips, not daring to look at Yan Yi's face, her voice becoming small and lacking confidence.

  After a faint "oh", he immediately raised his hand to take off the white clothes that were stained by Qian Yu Xian, but was stopped by her who rushed over in fright, her small hands grasping his pale hands that were about to remove his clothes, her face flushed red, her bright and shiny eyes looking at the corner of the wooden house, asking softly:

  "What's wrong with you?"

  Yan Yifeng looked at her hand being held by Qianyu Xian, with a gentle smile in his ink-like eyes, and asked in a soft voice, like the sound of a piano:

  "What do you think?"

  Yu Yi suddenly raised his other hand, wanting to continue undressing, but was caught by Qian Yu Xian's other hand. Her bright and clear eyes finally looked at him, with a hint of pleading in them, and she asked softly:

  "Please don't take it off..."

  At this time, Qianyu Xian felt as if he had entered a tiger's lair.

  Yan Yi saw that it was almost time, otherwise this little girl would have cried out. Feng Mu's eyes sparkled with a smile as she looked at Qian Yu Xian, her delicate and pale face pretending to be puzzled as she looked at Qian Yu Xian, her thin lips curving up as if a demon had entered the mortal world. "How can you bathe and change clothes without taking off your clothes?"

  Qian Yu Xian's expression froze for a moment, and he let out a sigh of relief in his heart. So he just wanted to take off his clothes and take a bath? It turned out that she had thought too much, but...

  Qianyu Xian put her hands on her hips, her big eyes staring at Yan Yi, "You take off your clothes just take them off, why do you have to take them off in front of me? Showing off your figure?"