154: Chapter 154 No... it came at just the right time...

"Sister..." Mu Siyao walked to Mu Wanqing's side, extended her jade-like hand to gently pat the other's shoulder, and said with a somewhat strange tone,

"After hearing everything you said, not only do I not think Qin Feng is a devil, but I actually think he truly likes you."

"What?!" Mu Wanqing suddenly raised her head, forgetting even to wipe away her tears, and looked at her younger sister with an expression as if she had seen a ghost,

"Are you out of your mind? He used despicable and shameless methods to steal my purity, and you're actually saying he likes me?!"

"Isn't it?" Mu Siyao blinked and asked back with sound reasoning,

"Sister, think about it carefully. Since Qin Feng possesses the terrifying strength to instantly kill two Qi Refining Level 9 experts in a single moment, it means that when he was in the Black Wind Mountain Range, his Cultivation was already unfathomable."

"Given the strength he displayed at the time, combined with your condition of being heavily injured and having lost all your true essence, if he had simply wanted to covet your beauty, what if he had just used force? Could you have resisted?"

This question, like a heavy hammer, slammed fiercely into Mu Wanqing's heart.

She was stunned.

In her mind, the terrifying image of Qin Feng standing in the mud pit like a demon god, waving his hand as nine flying knives transformed into a twin Dragon to slaughter everything, surfaced involuntarily.

"No... impossible..." Mu Wanqing shook her head subconsciously, her face turning pale. That's right, if that man had really wanted to use force, she wouldn't even have had the chance to commit suicide.

"Doesn't that prove it?" Mu Siyao spread her hands, a smile of someone who thought she had seen through everything appearing on her face,

"He clearly could have used absolute violence to crush you and force you to submit. Yet, he didn't do that."

"He would rather go to great lengths to stage a bitter scheme, would rather be misunderstood and berated by you, just to treat you in a way that makes you willing and makes you feel loved. Isn't this kind of tenderness a form of love as well..."

Hearing this "genius" logical analysis from Mu Siyao, Mu Wanqing was completely dumbfounded!

She widened her eyes and stared blankly at her younger sister, her mind buzzing.

She wanted to retort loudly and curse her for talking nonsense. However, subconsciously, she strangely felt... it seemed to make a little bit of sense?

Just as Mu Wanqing's worldview was undergoing an unprecedented and crazy tug-of-war, and she was completely caught in extreme conflict.

"Knock, knock, knock..." Outside the door, a slow and steady knocking suddenly sounded.

Immediately after, Qin Feng's lazy, low, yet unmistakably domineering voice drifted in on the night breeze.

"Siyao, are you asleep? Open the door."

The moment they heard this voice, the expressions of the two sisters in the room changed simultaneously.

"It's Qin Feng."

Mu Siyao reacted extremely quickly, grabbing Mu Wanqing's arm and pushing and pulling her into a large rosewood wardrobe nearby.

"What are you doing? Why should I hide from him?!" Mu Wanqing was still struggling, but with her mind in a chaotic mess, she was confusedly locked inside the pitch-black wardrobe.

"Shh, I beg you, my good sister." Mu Siyao whispered through the crack in the door, quickly straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, put on a tender and loving smile, walked quickly to the door, and opened it.

"Master~ It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"

Mu Siyao called out coquettishly, her voice so soft and sweet that it could melt one's bones. She stepped forward, naturally took Qin Feng's arm, and welcomed him into the room.

"I just finished Cultivating and felt a bit thirsty, so I came to ask you for a cup of wine."

Qin Feng sat down at the table with a bold and unconstrained posture, his deep gaze glancing intentionally or unintentionally at the tightly closed rosewood wardrobe, a subtle, playful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

When he first entered the courtyard, his Divine Sense had already detected the two auras inside the room.

"So you were thirsty, this servant will pour wine for Master immediately."

Mu Siyao smiled charmingly, turned to pick up the jade pot on the table, poured a cup of spiritual wine that exuded a rich fragrance, and held it with both hands to Qin Feng's lips.

"Master, please drink..."

Qin Feng did not reach out to take it, but instead drank the spiritual wine in the cup in one gulp, right from Mu Siyao's hand.

The slightly cool wine slid down his throat, carrying a hint of intoxicating fragrance.

"The wine is good, but the person is even more beautiful."

As he spoke, Qin Feng directly wrapped his arm around her slender waist, applied a little force, and pulled her into his broad embrace.

"Oh..." Mu Siyao was caught off guard and let out a soft cry, leaning softly and bonelessly against Qin Feng's chest.

"Master is so bad, always teasing this servant." She pouted coquettishly, her slender fingers drawing circles on the man's solid chest, her eyes filled with charm as they darted about.

"I never tell lies." Qin Feng chuckled, lowered his head, leaned close to Mu Siyao's ear, his hot breath hitting her neck, "Haven't seen you for a few days, did you miss me?"

"Yes... I've been thinking of you every day." Two blushes flew onto Mu Siyao's cheeks; she closed her eyes and offered her red lips.

The two were whispering intimately under the lamp; the low teasing and the heart-pounding gasps were exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

At this moment, Mu Wanqing, hiding in the pitch-black wardrobe, stared intently at everything happening outside through the crack in the door.

Watching her usually proud and aloof younger sister, she was now like a docile servant, snuggling in that man's arms, acting coquettishly and demanding kisses.

Watching Qin Feng's gentle gaze, which seemed as if it could drip water, and listening to the sweet words coming from his mouth.

A surge of uncontrollable bitterness and anger suddenly rose in Mu Wanqing's heart.

'He... he used to speak to me in this same gentle tone too...'

'Now, he actually gives this tenderness to another woman, even if this woman is my own sister!'

A toxin called "jealousy" spread wildly in the depths of Mu Wanqing's heart.

She bit her lip tightly, her hands clenched into fists in the darkness, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her palms.

Time passed second by second, and Mu Wanqing's reason completely collapsed.

"Creeak—!" A harsh friction sound suddenly rang out. The door of the rosewood wardrobe was suddenly pushed open from the inside by Mu Wanqing.

She stood panting in front of the wardrobe, her stunningly beautiful face filled with a complex mix of blushes and anger, her eyes fixed on the two people embracing at the table.

"So... sorry..." The guilty Mu Wanqing said with a trembling voice, carrying a thick jealousy she didn't even realize herself, "I... I think I arrived at the wrong time..."

The sudden turn of events nearly made Mu Siyao, who was snuggled in his arms, scream out loud. She never expected that her sister would actually run out at this moment!

"Sis... Sister..." Mu Siyao was panicked and at a loss.

However, Qin Feng was not surprised in the slightest; he remained sitting steadily on the grand armchair, his face showing no panic or astonishment at being caught on the spot.

His deep, dark eyes looked quietly at Mu Wanqing, whose eyes were red, and the playful arc at the corner of his mouth gradually widened.

Subsequently, in the incredulous gaze of the two sisters, Qin Feng calmly opened his other empty arm, his tone carrying an irresistible domineering and uninhibited air: "No. You arrived at exactly the right time!!"