"No, no, no, Bunny, don't cover it—I'm dying here..." Butterfly Rogue wailed loudly.
Seeing this, Ivy Shen could only shake her head at the over-the-top men—seriously, they can't handle this? It's just a bikini! So old-fashioned.
"I'm going back to sleep," Ivy Shen announced, afraid that if she stayed any longer they'd actually bleed to death. She had no choice but to escape first.
"She's an enchantress!" Ethan Chu tilted his head back, desperately trying to reverse the flow of his nosebleed. She must be an enchantress, she must be!
"That's right, she's trying to kill us off so she can run off with other men!" Butterfly Rogue hurried to agree.
"Don't move, here, let me help you." Lucian Vane was the first to stop his nosebleed, then came over and took out silver needles, gently pricking their acupuncture points. Instantly, the nosebleeds stopped.
Hearing this, Ivy Shen looked down at the bedraggled group in the pool, a wicked smirk curling at her lips. "Brothers, did I just hear you call me an enchantress?"
"That's right, you are an enchantress. And remember—you're not allowed to wear that for anyone else!" Lucian Vane took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the ripples in his heart. Honestly, if this pack of wolves weren't here, he'd have pounced already.
"Enchantress?" Ivy Shen murmured the word, plotting in her heart. Enchantress, huh? Fine, since they say I'm one, guess I'll just let them bleed out!
"Brothers, did I forget to tell you? I can not only sing, I can dance too!" Before they could respond, she started dancing—a sultry dance, or at least that's what they'd call it. Really, it was just a normal dance, but for these antiques, it was basically lethal. Just look at those poses, those moves, those glances, that glow...
“Handsome guy across from me, look over here, look over here! Your clueless little sister is waiting—waiting for your love, oh yeah~~” Ivy Shen hummed the tune, her waterfall-black hair flying with her movements, her snowy skin glowing like a precious snow lotus in the moonlight.
“Xin'er...” The group called out hoarsely, their voices urgent and raspy—they were clearly suffocating!
“Thank you all for liking it!” When she finished, Ivy Shen cupped her hands to her mouth and blew them kisses—“Mwah mwah mwah, thanks for watching, brothers!”
“Uh... Fourth, Fourth, you're bleeding again...” Liam Willow shouted, but as soon as he finished, his own nose started bleeding too. Instantly, chaos erupted in the pool.
Ivy Shen smirked wickedly, humming to herself as she picked up her robe from the rack, threw it on, and walked out. But before she reached the door, she heard loud screams from inside.
“Hey, do you even know how to use needles? Why is my nosebleed getting worse?” Adrian Night shouted loudly, unable to hold back now that Ivy Shen was leaving.
“Don't panic, don't panic, let me stop mine first!” With that, Lucian Vane grabbed a handful of silver needles and jabbed his own acupuncture points.
“Hey, Poison Snake, hurry up and help me, I'm about to bleed dry!” Caleb Miles couldn't help but yell, finally understanding why these men were so obsessed with her—this woman was a real enchantress, one you just wanted to love and love deeply.
“Don't move, deep breaths, deep breaths! You guys have your heads full of dirty thoughts—watch out or you'll drown in your own nosebleed.”
“You're one to talk! Aren't you bleeding too? Wow, you sneaky guy, you stuck yourself with so many silver needles—no wonder you stopped your nosebleed!” Caleb Miles yelled, indignant. He was all righteous indignation, but he'd used just as many needles. Shameless!
"Then stop it yourself, don't come to me." Lucian Vane turned away awkwardly, caught red-handed.
"What? What did I see? I didn't see anything, hurry up, hurry up, my nosebleed won't stop!" Caleb Miles surrendered helplessly—what else could he do, since he couldn't use needles?!
"Amitabha, Amitabha... Ah, Sixth, come help me, I'm bleeding out!" Chanting didn't help, so Butterfly Rogue cried out for help.
"Coming, coming!" Ethan Chu rushed over, clothes pressed to his nose. Butterfly Rogue thought he'd get acupuncture like Lucian Vane, but Ethan ripped the clothes in half and generously said, "Here, use this to plug it!"
"Ah, just use this? Oww, my precious blood..."
The five kept yelling nonstop, but Liam Willow was the calmest—he just lay down on the ground, looking up at the sky, cloth stuffed in his nose. Turns out, lying down stopped the blood from running down. Smart guy!
No matter how chaotic the pool got, the culprit was already changed and relaxing on the bed. Wow, first time having her period with zero pain—this feels amazing!
"Sigh," she couldn't help but sigh softly. They could only stay at the inn one more night, then rush off to the martial conference. She could tell the tournament wouldn't be simple—she could almost smell the killing intent in the air. A lot of people might die this time!
Silver Consort, I'll see you in at most ten days. I wonder if your 'champion' admirer will show up too!
Song Zhijue, how long has it been? So long she could barely remember his face. Back then, she was little, hiding everywhere with her mother. But after his father died and Song became regent crown prince, she glimpsed him once in the surging crowd.
It was you, your mother made me lose my mother's love, your mother made me never know my father's affection.
Song Zhijue, you're a thief. Your mother is a butcher. One stole my happiness, one killed my happiness. I, Ivy Shen, will settle accounts with you both!
"Sister, wait for me—I'll come save you. I'll make you happy, I promise." Ivy Shen swore to the moon that she'd rescue her sister and give her the happiness their mother never managed. She'd do what her mother couldn't!
Just then, Ivy Shen's brows furrowed—she could hear a lot of footsteps, clear as day.
"Do we really have to do this? But there are so many people!" Lucian Vane said awkwardly. Sure, he wanted to share a bed with Xin'er, but with all these guys around, how could he?
"What are you imagining? I just want to protect Xin'er! Didn't you see all those martial artists tonight? What if they're Silver Consort's people?" Adrian Night quickly made up an excuse.
"Exactly! Xin'er is on her period now, she can't move much—what if something bad happens? Would you take responsibility?" Butterfly Rogue chimed in, thrilled inside—wow, he was going to sleep with his wife! How nerve-wracking!
"Wipe that sleazy look off your face," Lucian Vane glared at Butterfly Rogue and scolded him.
"Xin'er..." Adrian Night called softly.
"Huh? Is that you, Adrian?" Ivy Shen called out from under the covers.
"It's all six of your brothers," Ethan Chu quickly clarified, worried Ivy Shen would only let Adrian in.
"Oh, do you guys need something?" Ivy Shen hugged her pillow and looked toward the door.
"Can we come in?" Caleb Miles asked quickly.
Hearing this, Ivy Shen frowned slightly—Caleb Miles was joining in too? Oh well, might as well see what they wanted. She smiled, "Sure, come in."
"Xin'er." With permission, all six entered, and Liam Willow quietly closed the door behind them.
Ivy Shen looked at their quilts and pillows, confused. "Brothers, why are you all carrying bedding?"
"Xin'er, here's the thing—lots of martial artists arrived tonight, and we're worried they're Silver Consort's people. So we want to stay here and protect you. Don't worry, we'll just sleep on the floor," Adrian Night explained, and the others nodded along.
"Isn't that bad? The floor is cold..." Oh god, these six guys were going to sleep in her room—this felt so awkward!
"It's fine." She basically agreed, and everyone started moving tables and chairs. In seconds, a big open space appeared, and they laid out their quilts and lay down.
The scene left Ivy Shen speechless—what on earth were these guys thinking?!