111: Aunt Bai’s surname is Bai!

Ever since Bai Qiuyue was afflicted by the Evil God's curse, two little figures appeared in her mind.

One figure wore the plain brocade dress she usually favored, her eyes reflecting her customary coolness and composure.

The other figure was clad in a vibrant red gauze dress, her eyes cunning, her voice sweet and seductive.

The former constantly reminded herself to remain rational and mindful of her status as an elder.

The latter continuously tempted her, saying life was short, so what harm was there in trying?

Initially, the two were evenly matched, and Bai Qiuyue could barely maintain her composure.

That was until the young man held her delicate foot in his hand, and her balance instantly collapsed.

The little figure in red pressed down on the little figure in white, who couldn't fight back at all.

Even her last shred of rationality was shattered.

"Sister, look! He's so nervous about you, he doesn't even dare to grip your foot tightly!"

The little figure in red laughed, her body shaking in her mind, her vibrant red skirt seemingly swaying before her eyes.

"If you're more proactive, he'll definitely panic even more!"

The little figure in plain clothes was pinned aside, her voice as faint as a candle in the wind: "Bai Qiuyue... don't listen to her... you are his elder, you can't lose your dignity..."

But no sooner had she spoken than Lu Ming asked if she wanted to change her clothes.

Under the red-clad figure's temptation, Bai Qiuyue, as if possessed, replied, "Aunt Bai is too tired, why don't you help me change?"

The words had barely left her lips when Bai Qiuyue herself froze for half a second.

She could clearly feel Lu Ming's hand, which held her delicate foot, stiffen abruptly, and the warmth in his palm suddenly intensified.

"Well done, Bai Qiuyue!"

The little figure in red laughed even more wildly in her mind.

"Keep it up! You must have some fun before you die!"

"Anyway, you don't have many days left to live, are you going to die without ever experiencing that kind of pleasure?"

"It's deserted here, and there's a young man; only you and he know about this, so what are you still hesitating for?"

The little figure in plain clothes was still making a final struggle, her voice laced with a sob: "Bai Qiuyue! Are you crazy? Let him help you change clothes? What kind of impropriety is this! Take back your words!"

But Bai Qiuyue couldn't take them back.

Under the red-clad figure's temptation, coupled with the seeds Zhao Qingge had planted earlier,

Bai Qiuyue completely abandoned all rationality; the light pink in her pupils deepened like burnt rouge, and even her breath was tinged with scorching heat.

She watched Lu Ming raise his head in surprise, and a strange, secret excitement inexplicably rose in her heart.

"What, does Lu Ming think Aunt Bai is troublesome and unwilling to help with this?"

Lu Ming's hand, which held her small foot, suddenly stiffened.

It was hard to imagine such a flirtatious remark coming from the usually dignified and aloof Bai Qiuyue.

Only when he saw the faint pink glow in Bai Qiuyue's eyes did he begin to understand.

What the hell kind of curse did that damned Evil God put on my Aunt Bai?

How did a graceful fairy from the clouds turn into this?

But to be fair, Lu Ming had to acknowledge this favor... After a moment of thought,

Lu Ming reached out and touched her forehead.

It was a bit hot.

She was probably running a fever.

And delirious from it.

Fortunately, Lu Ming knew a little about nursing.

Assisted cooling was essential.

Reduce clothing, maintain ventilation.

But theory was just theory; Lu Ming was stuck at the first step.

His eyes were wide open.

"Aunt Bai... is surnamed Bai!"

Well, that's not surprising then!

...Next was alcohol wiping, using the principle of evaporation to dissipate high temperatures... Finally, rehydration to prevent dehydration... Lu Ming initially thought Western medicine would be quick to take effect.

But he miscalculated!

Under the influence of the curse, Bai Qiuyue transformed from a fairy into a succubus.

Three days, three whole days and nights!

Like an octopus, she clung to Lu Ming and wouldn't let go.

Fortunately, his physique was strong, otherwise he would have been utterly disgraced.

The storm abruptly ceased, and Bai Qiuyue fell into a weary slumber.

Approximately three hours later,

Bai Qiuyue's eyelashes fluttered gently.

As if breaking free from a chaotic dream.

The thick, unyielding pink glow in her eyes gradually faded like a receding tide.

Only a few lingering traces of moisture remained, adding a delicate softness to her originally cool and composed features.

She slowly blinked, her vision shifting from blurry to clear, finally settling on Lu Ming's sharply defined face.

Memories surged like a tide.

Those wild, out-of-control, unpublishable scenes flashed one by one in her mind, causing a blush to instantly creep onto her cool face.

At this moment, her mood was very complex.

She was faced with two pieces of news, one good and one bad.

The good news was that she wouldn't die; Lu Ming's power was incredibly potent, and the curse within her body had been forcibly suppressed, even showing signs of purification.

As long as she cultivated diligently in the future, complete eradication would not be difficult.

Moreover, she had personally verified a conclusion that was both shocking and absurd.

Cultivating with this young man truly could enhance her talent.

Though not obvious, she could clearly feel a slight loosening of her talent bottleneck.

If she practiced diligently, she might truly be able to break through.

The bad news was that this young man before her was the husband of her junior.

And she had just completely lost her mind in front of Lu Ming... In Bai Qiuyue's mind, those two little figures were back.

The little figure in the plain brocade dress was now hugging her knees, sitting in a corner, whimpering and crying, emitting a gray aura called "social death."

And the little figure in the vibrant red gauze dress stood triumphantly with her hands on her hips, chin proudly raised, giving her a thumbs-up: "You've already slept with him, what's there to panic about? At worst, just be honest with Lier. It's a matter of life and death, she definitely won't blame you."

It was a mess; Bai Qiuyue's mind was utterly chaotic.

Even as the peerless director of the White Tiger Bureau, she was at a loss in the face of the current situation.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions.

"Lu Ming..."

She parted her red lips, wanting to assume the demeanor of an elder, but her voice was hoarse and trembling.

"What's wrong, darling?" Lu Ming looked up at her.

"This damn brat!"

Bai Qiuyue completely lost her composure, her pretty face instantly flushed crimson as she glared angrily at Lu Ming.

She had intended to project the authority of an elder, but with that single "darling," all her pretenses crumbled.

"Bastard, can you get up first?"

Bai Qiuyue's voice was squeezed through her teeth, every word tinged with shame and indignation.

Lu Ming heard her words and shook his head slightly: "No!"

"Why not!" Bai Qiuyue was stunned; she began to explain:

"It was Aunt Bai's fault earlier; Aunt Bai was overwhelmed by the curse, but since the mistake has happened, Aunt Bai doesn't blame you. It's just that in the future... we..."

"Okay!"

"Hmm?"

...As everyone knows, scumbags are very good at grasping the main points.

Bai Qiuyue rambled on and on, and Lu Ming indicated that he wasn't listening.

But being good at reading comprehension, he instantly grasped the main point.

Suddenly, things escalated!