Chapter 118: My Person

Although Xiu Qingcheng was taller than Meng Yingxing, and nominally his Master of a higher generation, hanging onto Meng Yingxing’s body, Xiu Qingcheng felt absolutely no sense of embarrassment.

Meng Yingxing tensed his entire body, firmly supporting Xiu Qingcheng’s soft, tender thighs and back; he couldn’t relax his movements, nor could he use too much force.

If he relaxed, he feared Xiu Qingcheng would fall from his grasp; if he held too tight, he feared hurting her.

It was because he valued her too much that he was swayed by considerations of gain and loss.

Xiu Qingcheng was currently driving away this troublesome fellow, Nan Feixue, for him, while Meng Yingxing kept his gaze level, only daring to stare at Nan Feixue in front of him.

With Xiu Qingcheng inches away, Meng Yingxing was terrified that if his gaze wandered even slightly, it would land on her.

No matter where he looked on Xiu Qingcheng, Meng Yingxing felt he would be overstepping his bounds.

At this moment, Xiu Qingcheng lifted her chin, her grey eyes looking down as she stared at Nan Feixue before her.

A smug smile faintly revealed itself at the corners of her mouth.

Seeing Nan Feixue’s current dazed appearance, Xiu Qingcheng knew immediately that her appearance had dealt her a solid blow.

In terms of appearance, she, Xiu Qingcheng, was superior; in terms of being attentive… her help to Meng Yingxing was countless times more useful than Nan Feixue’s petty favors!

Trying to covet her disciple relying on looks and attentiveness?

Nan Feixue was simply indulging in wild fantasy!

Nan Feixue pulled herself out of the momentary shock caused by seeing Xiu Qingcheng, staring at Xiu Qingcheng who was hanging on Meng Yingxing with incomparable intimacy.

Clearly, she hadn’t seen such a figure beside Meng Yingxing yesterday, so how did she pop up now?

She pondered, and the expression on her face reverted to that of the languid, composed demoness.

“Your family’s… Yingxing?”

Nan Feixue put her hands on her waist, her gaze flowing ceaselessly between Xiu Qingcheng and Meng Yingxing, her heart seemingly forming its own guess about their relationship.

It was no wonder Meng Yingxing had remained unmoved by her various temptations and attentiveness over the past two days; with such a devastatingly beautiful girl at home, who looked soft-waisted and easy to topple, it was indeed hard to be interested in vulgar rouge and powder like herself.

Yes, when facing Xiu Qingcheng, the usually absolutely confident Nan Feixue had to admit that she was merely vulgar rouge and powder.

Meng Yingxing, the heroic youth rumored heavily around Zhongyang Town recently, was extraordinarily handsome despite his young age.

The woman in his arms, who looked quite a bit older than him, possessed peerless beauty that outshone a hundred flowers.

No matter how one looked at it, the two were extremely well-matched.

Matched enough to make Nan Feixue grind her teeth in jealousy.

Nan Feixue took a nearly imperceptible small breath, smiled faintly, and continued to ask:

“I wonder… what is the relationship between this young lady and Little Brother Meng?”

Xiu Qingcheng’s eyes rolled around in thought; although she wanted to say master and disciple, she felt this identity wasn’t enough to make Nan Feixue give up on Meng Yingxing.

Xiu Qingcheng thought for a moment, placed one hand on the side of Meng Yingxing’s face, and sneered at Nan Feixue.

“Meng Yingxing is my person. What kind of relationship do you think… we have?”

Meng Yingxing glanced sideways at Xiu Qingcheng, not knowing what she was planning, and tried to communicate with her in his mind.

‘So Master, what is our relationship right now?’

Xiu Qingcheng was currently busy laning against Nan Feixue and didn’t have time to chat with her disciple.

‘Shh, don’t ask, just keep holding me.’

‘Oh, oh.’

Hearing Xiu Qingcheng’s words, Nan Feixue felt her guess about their relationship was confirmed a bit more in her heart.

She suddenly covered her mouth and let out a cry of surprise.

“Oh my, then I’ve been so close to Brother Meng these past two days… Little Sister, you won’t be angry, right?”

“Could it be that Big Sister has made Little Sister jealous?”

Nan Feixue’s voice was cloying and affected, making Xiu Qingcheng feel as if she had been kicked in the heart.

‘Pah, pah, pah! Who is your Little Sister!’

‘This Lord is a big macho man!’

“Yes, I am angry.”

Xiu Qingcheng replied directly to Nan Feixue, without beating around the bush at all.

She was just angry.

As for being jealous? How could she be jealous of this woman? There was absolutely no reason, okay!

Xiu Qingcheng didn’t buy this gentle tactic; Nan Feixue was using it on the wrong person.

Xiu Qingcheng’s eyes, adorned with red eyeshadow, shone like sharp swords, stabbing aggressively at Nan Feixue.

She parted her red lips lightly and said coldly:

“Nan Feixue, I’ll speak frankly. Stay away from our family’s Yingxing; the farther you roll away, the better.”

“Our family’s Yingxing might still want to maintain a bit of gentlemanly demeanor, but I won’t save you any face.”

“I think you are very clear now that your skill in seducing men relying on beauty and figure won’t work on our family’s Yingxing.”

Xiu Qingcheng considered this body and figure to be extremely beautiful; if one wanted a slender waist, there was a slender waist; if one wanted long legs, there were long legs. Just looking at the proportions, her legs were even longer than Nan Feixue’s.

As for the chest…

Xiu Qingcheng glanced at a certain exaggeratedly sized area on Nan Feixue, then proudly puffed out her own chest.

Chest! She had that too!

According to the mindset of a man from her past life, Xiu Qingcheng felt that only a handful that filled the grasp like hers was the top quality! Men loved it the most!

In short, Xiu Qingcheng just wanted Nan Feixue to know that she had no capital to seduce Meng Yingxing away, so she should hurry up and scramble!

Nan Feixue hadn’t expected Xiu Qingcheng’s words to be as aggressive as her beautiful and flamboyant appearance; her chest heaved forcefully, and her lips gradually pulled into a dangerous arc.

“It seems my plan to soften this tough nut… can’t be eaten anymore, huh?”

“Forget it. I originally wanted to be a bit gentler with Brother Meng. Now, it seems unnecessary.”

Saying this, Nan Feixue gripped the sharp iron fan in her hand, causing Meng Yingxing’s expression to change.

One Meng Yingxing at the Upper Stage of the Tiny Star realm, and one Xiu Qingcheng who looked to have almost no spiritual power fluctuations; Nan Feixue simply didn’t know what they could use to resist her.

The biggest mistake these two made was not letting her game of softening the tough nut continue at this moment.

Nan Feixue aimed the iron fan at Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng in his arms, her eyes full of greed.

‘Your family’s Yingxing, I’m taking him for sure! Even if I have to snatch him!’

‘As for you, Little Sister… you don’t mind if I tear your face to shreds, do you?’

‘To mash such a shame-the-moon-and-close-the-flowers face into pulp must be very satisfying, right?’

In the face of desire, people are always prone to jealousy; people are always prone to destroying beauty.

Among the thousands and millions of people in the world, Nan Feixue was merely one of them.

Hearing that Nan Feixue intended to attack Xiu Qingcheng, Meng Yingxing’s gaze instantly turned gloomy and cold.

Perhaps sensing the killing intent spilling out of Meng Yingxing, Xiu Qingcheng didn’t look back but extended her icy cool hand, pressing it against Meng Yingxing’s chest.

Meng Yingxing’s killing intent was like a punctured balloon, deflating instantly.

‘Leave this time to Master. This kind of rotten peach blossom, Master will pinch it off for you.’

Xiu Qingcheng spoke to Meng Yingxing in his mind.

Her gaze landed on the murderously surging Nan Feixue, and she only found it amusing.

Fighting?

Fine, let’s fight.

She, Xiu Qingcheng, didn’t know how to do anything else, but she certainly knew how to fight.

“Nan Feixue, have you thought it through? Are you really going to forcefully rob our family’s Yingxing?”

Xiu Qingcheng spoke lazily as she hopped down from Meng Yingxing’s body.

The weight on his arms suddenly vanished.

Meng Yingxing stared blankly at his empty arms, feeling an emptiness in his heart, suddenly experiencing a sense of loss.

‘What “your family’s Yingxing”? In a moment… he will be mine!’

Nan Feixue unfurled the iron fan, her moving body twisting as she rushed toward Xiu Qingcheng wrapped in a gust of fragrant wind.

Xiu Qingcheng stood in front of Meng Yingxing, facing Nan Feixue without any fear, a big smile on her face.

She extended her hand to the side, the Ting Tian Sword hanging inverted in her palm.