First Kiss

No way!

There was another woman in the room!

Shen Muxuan opened her bleary eyes, her stunning face filled with shock.

She wasn’t mistaken!

There really was another woman! And she was drop-dead gorgeous!

That bastard An Yi had actually brought another woman into the bedroom in the middle of the night!

Caught red-handed by Shen Muxuan, beads of sweat formed on An Yi’s forehead.

His breathing grew labored.

Pah! What was there to be caught for?

Shen Muxuan wasn’t his wife!

Why was he so nervous?

With that thought, An Yi’s courage surged back like a tiger’s.

Shangguan Qianqian, equally curious, studied Shen Muxuan.

Truth be told, she was quite confident—even a little arrogant—about her looks.

But this slightly ditzy girl in front of her was just as beautiful, if not more so.

And for men, this type—adorable and approachable—might be even more appealing than her own icy demeanor.

Shen Muxuan finally got a clear look at the woman’s face and gasped, her cherry lips parting slightly. "You… you’re Shangguan Qianqian?"

Shangguan Qianqian was currently a rising star in the entertainment industry.

Though not yet a household name, girls like Shen Muxuan, who spent their days binge-watching dramas, would definitely recognize her.

An Yi’s eyes lit up with an idea. "Surprise! You like Shangguan Qianqian, right? So I brought her here for you!"

"Ah! Really!?"

Joy flashed across Shen Muxuan’s face—before it immediately fell again.

Her pretty face darkened as she stared at him blankly. "Do you think I’m stupid?"

An Yi: "..."

Seems like she had eaten her fill tonight, and her IQ had reclaimed its rightful place!

What now?

Shangguan Qianqian watched Shen Muxuan with amusement.

She had a sharp eye—it was clear An Yi cared about this girl.

But in her memory, An Yi, the leader of the Xiuluo Sect, didn’t have a woman named Shen Muxuan by his side.

The ones who accompanied him were Qin Yao and a girl with the surname Lan.

So who was this girl?

Under Shen Muxuan’s intense glare, An Yi inexplicably felt a chill.

Shen Muxuan pouted angrily. "An Yi, you jerk! How could you… How could you do this to Yao Yao? She likes you so much, and here you are fooling around!"

An Yi’s brain worked at lightning speed. He cleared his throat.

"Muxuan, here’s what really happened. An hour ago, I saw some thugs harassing Shangguan Qianqian on the street. You know me—always full of justice and heroism. So I stepped in and saved her. And then—"

"Qianqian-jie, let’s sleep together tonight!"

Shen Muxuan cut him off with a sweet smile, completely ignoring his fabricated story as she turned to Shangguan Qianqian.

An Yi paled.

He had even prepared a whole script—complete with time, place, and plot—and she wasn’t even going to listen?

Shangguan Qianqian was taken aback by the girl’s sudden familiarity but nodded. "Alright."

Shen Muxuan then glared at An Yi. "You—go sleep in my room!"

"No!"

An Yi refused outright.

No way was he letting Shen Muxuan share a room with Shangguan Qianqian. This woman was full of secrets—who knew if she was friend or foe?

"Then where do you want to sleep?" Shen Muxuan huffed.

An Yi sat cross-legged by the window, his tone calm. "I’m not sleeping. You two go ahead."

3:00 AM.

An Yi remained seated on the floor, eyes wide awake.

Thankfully, Cheng Yuanfeng had once taught him the art of mental focus—a technique that drastically reduced the need for sleep.

The effects were remarkable. Not only did he need less rest, but he also felt incredibly energized.

…Though his hair was falling out a bit more than usual.

Maybe he should teach it to Bai Xiu later.

Shen Muxuan lay on the bed, dressed in her ancient-style robes, sleeping as peacefully as a kitten.

Shangguan Qianqian dozed on the floor, her usually cold face softening slightly in slumber.

Two equally breathtaking women slept soundly.

Yet here he was—An Yi, a man—staring blankly at the moon outside the window, lost in thought.

A soft shuffling sound reached his ears. He turned to see Shen Muxuan approaching.

"Not sleeping? What now?" he asked quietly.

"You’re still awake!" Shen Muxuan whispered, holding a blanket.

An Yi chuckled. "Go back to sleep. Don’t worry, I’ll send her away tomorrow."

"I—I’m not jealous!" Shen Muxuan muttered, pouting.

An Yi yawned.

The mental focus technique could stave off drowsiness, but it wasn’t supernatural.

Seeing his fatigue, Shen Muxuan bit her lower lip and pointed at the bed. "Do you… want to sleep here?"

An Yi smiled. "Nah, it’s a single bed. No room for two."

"Idiot, we can squeeze in!"

Shen Muxuan rolled her eyes and dragged him onto the bed without another word.

An Yi: "..."

Something was definitely off about her tonight.

The narrow bed was undeniably cramped with two people.

Pressed against Shen Muxuan’s soft body, An Yi’s heart pounded wildly—so loud it echoed in the silent night.

Logically, after spending so much time with her, he should’ve built up some resistance.

He had thought he was immune to her charms by now, but clearly, that was a lie.

This fluttering in his chest was even more intense than when Shangguan Qianqian had been half-naked on top of him.

An Yi turned slightly, gazing at Shen Muxuan’s snow-white neck and breathing in the natural fragrance of her hair.

Even he had to admit—what he felt for her wasn’t just lust. It was genuine affection.

Shen Muxuan’s breathing was steady, but the tips of her ears were bright red, betraying that she was wide awake.

An Yi tentatively rested his hand on her slender waist, as if by accident.

When she didn’t react, he grew bolder, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her delicate body closer.

Shen Muxuan’s cheeks burned crimson, but a small smile curled her lips.

This blockhead…

Finally getting a clue!

Then, she frowned and swatted away the strange, hard object poking her from behind. She turned and pinched An Yi’s nose, whispering fiercely, "No touching my butt!"

"You’re awake?" An Yi blinked in surprise.

Their faces were so close they could feel each other’s breath.

Shen Muxuan stared at him with wide, luminous eyes.

An Yi smirked.

The intimate distance between them grew even more charged.

Gazing at Shen Muxuan’s tempting lips, An Yi swallowed hard.

"Even though we’re sharing a bed, you better behave!" Shen Muxuan warned. "Or else… or else I’ll beat you up—"

Before she could finish, An Yi leaned in and kissed her.

"You—!"

Shen Muxuan’s eyes widened—then slowly fluttered shut.

Her long lashes trembled like butterfly wings as she clumsily kissed him back, her slender arms wrapping around his neck.

The night was intoxicating.

Silent. Romantic.

Only Shangguan Qianqian lay wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for dawn.