113: Queen Mother of the West: I cannot conceive yet, please spare me.

Soon, Ye Wen brought the Queen Mother of the West back to Goddess Peak and took her to Yaochi's room.

In front of the Yaochi Saintess's door, Ye Wen pushed it open. The Queen Mother of the West walked in slowly, but before she could turn around, she felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around her waist from behind.

"You..." The Queen Mother of the West was slightly startled, then felt Ye Wen's warm breath on her ear. Ye Wen's voice was low and raspy, carrying a long-suppressed desire: "It's been a year. You were gone for a year. I missed you so much. This time, I'm definitely not letting you leave."

A blush instantly spread across the Queen Mother of the West's face, and the tips of her ears turned a faint pink. She instinctively struggled, trying to break free from Ye Wen's embrace, but his arms were like iron bands, pinning her so she couldn't move.

"Let me go..." The Queen Mother of the West's voice held a hint of panic, yet there was an undetectable softness in her tone. "The mistake from a year ago cannot happen again."

Ye Wen chuckled and lightly kissed her ear. The warm breath made her body tremble slightly. His voice carried a hint of teasing: "What's wrong with becoming my Dao Companion? I don't believe you didn't think of me during this past year. You missed me a lot, didn't you?"

The blush on the Queen Mother of the West's face deepened. Her struggle gradually grew weak, and her voice dropped: "What... what nonsense are you talking about..."

Ye Wen's lips brushed against her ear, his voice low and gentle: "Queen Mother of the West, you can't lie to me. Your heart is beating so fast, and your body is trembling... You clearly miss me too, don't you?"

Her body stiffened for a moment, then she sighed softly and stopped struggling. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, filled with helplessness and compromise: "Ye Wen... you really are a rogue..."

The corners of Ye Wen's mouth curled up. He loosened his grip slightly but still kept her in his arms. His palm gently traced the curve of her waist, his tone full of doting: "Rogue or bastard, I'll be whatever it takes to keep you. I'm willing to do anything."

Leaning in his arms and feeling the warmth from his chest, a surge of indescribable tenderness rose in her heart. Her fingers lightly gripped his lapel, her voice soft: "Will you... really not regret it?"

Ye Wen looked down at her, his eyes full of determination: "Regret? My only regret is that I didn't hold onto you tightly a year ago and let you leave me for so long."

A flash of emotion crossed her eyes. Her fingers lightly stroked his cheek, her tone carrying a hint of faint charm: "Then... this time, you'd better hold onto me tight. Don't let me escape again."

Ye Wen chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her lips, his movements gentle and delicate. The Queen Mother of the West closed her eyes and responded to his kiss, her heart filled with tenderness and satisfaction. She knew that this high and mighty Sacred Lord of Yaochi had finally fallen completely for his gentleness at this moment.

Just as Ye Wen and the Queen Mother of the West wanted to continue their intimacy...

A cough interrupted them.

Ye Wen looked toward the source of the sound.

The Yaochi Saintess was leaning against a soft pillow, wearing a purple sheer camisole dress that draped softly, outlining her graceful figure. Her long hair was scattered casually over her shoulders, and she held her two-day-old daughter in her arms.

The neckline of Yaochi's purple sheer dress was slightly open, revealing her slender neck and collarbone. Her skin glowed faintly in the morning light, looking exceptionally soft and beautiful. The hem of the dress draped down, revealing her long legs, her skin encased in black stockings shimmering slightly in the sunlight. A faint scent of lotus emanated from her, making one feel refreshed.

"If you two want to catch up, please go next door." Yaochi couldn't help but glare at Ye Wen with mock anger.

This guy... intimacy was one thing, but the fact that it was her own Sacred Lord, and even worse, in her own room, right in front of her—didn't he see she was nursing her daughter?

Hearing Yaochi's cough, the Queen Mother of the West hurriedly broke free from Ye Wen's embrace, her face still flushed.

Then, her gaze fell upon the Yaochi Saintess, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

The Queen Mother of the West walked slowly to the bedside and sat down gently. Her gaze fell on the infant in the Saintess's arms, her eyes full of tenderness. She reached out and lightly stroked the baby's cheek, her tone carrying a hint of faint sentiment: "Although I already knew, seeing you like this in person is still quite a shock."

The Yaochi Saintess smiled slightly and looked down at the daughter in her arms, her tone carrying a hint of pride: "Sacred Lord, look, isn't she adorable?"

The Queen Mother of the West's gaze lingered on the Saintess for a moment, a faint tenderness flashing in her eyes. Her fingers lightly stroked the Saintess's hair, her tone carrying a hint of faint charm: "You've changed. You've become gentler and more mature."

Leaning against the soft pillow, the Yaochi Saintess gently patted her daughter's back while humming a low lullaby: "Sacred Lord, you've changed too. You've become even more enchanting."

A blush rose on the Queen Mother of the West's face, and she lightly pushed the Saintess: "You girl, when did you learn to tease me?"

The Yaochi Saintess chuckled and looked down at the daughter in her arms, her eyes full of tenderness: "Sacred Lord, look, she looks so much like Ye Wen."

The Queen Mother of the West's gaze fell on the baby's face, her eyes full of tenderness. Her fingers lightly stroked the infant's cheek, her tone carrying a hint of faint sentiment: "Yes, she really does look like him."

The Queen Mother of the West turned back to look at Ye Wen.

Ye Wen also walked toward them and eventually sat down beside her. This elicited a coy protest from her, but she was no match for his thick skin.

After sitting down, Ye Wen's hand wasn't idle either; he wrapped his arm around the curvaceous and charming Queen Mother of the West, causing her face to flush again.

She reached out to push his hand away from her waist, but when she saw his indifferent expression and realized how shameless he was, she gave up.

She allowed the man to keep his arm around her waist.

"Sacred Lord... do you also want to experience the feeling of being a mother?" Looking at her own Sacred Lord, a smile appeared on Yaochi's face, and she handed the nursing daughter to her.

"Why don't you feed Huai Yao? Don't tell me you don't have breast milk." Her words made the Queen Mother of the West glare at her in mock anger: "I haven't even had a child yet, how could I have breast milk..."

Before she could finish, Ye Wen pulled her close, and Yaochi grinningly reached out and placed the daughter against the Queen Mother of the West's chest.

As Huai Yao began to suckle, Yaochi said with a grin, "See? Isn't it working, Sacred Lord?"

Seeing the seamless cooperation between Ye Wen and Yaochi, the Queen Mother of the West had nowhere to vent her anger. Looking at the child suckling in her arms, she finally sighed and looked at Yaochi: "What exactly are you two trying to do?"

She held the child in her arms and looked at Ye Wen and Yaochi.

"Don't you already know in your heart? Of course, it's to make you just like Yaochi," Ye Wen said with a smile, then kissed her a few times.

While feeding the child, she couldn't resist as Ye Wen kissed her cheeks.

What she cared about most was Ye Wen's comment about making her a woman just like Yaochi.

"I am the Sacred Lord of the Yaochi Holy Land... I can't go around with a pregnant belly..." She understood in her heart that Ye Wen wanted her to bear his child.