After Ye Ming left Zui Hong Chen, his mood was extremely complicated.
He didn't understand why Ji Hongying, whom he had only met once, would give herself away.
From their current positions, Ji Hongying, one of the Black Tiger Gate's Twin Wolves, and Ye Ming were clearly in opposition.
Therefore, no matter how he thought about it, Ye Ming couldn't find a reason for Ji Hongying to do such a thing.
However, based on Ji Hongying's behavior before, the only thing Ye Ming could be sure of was that Ji Hongying herself was not willing.
"Could she have been coerced?" Ye Ming guessed to himself.
But as one of the Black Tiger Gate's Twin Wolves, who could control her to do something she didn't want to do?
Could it be the Black Tiger Gate's Gate Master?
Or someone else entirely.
But why would they do that?
"It seems I'll have to have a good chat with her next time," Ye Ming shook his head helplessly, no longer dwelling on it.
By the time Ye Ming returned to the villa, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
"Sister Jun Xue, I'm back!"
Ye Ming entered and, receiving no response, realized the living room was empty.
"Huh? Where is everyone?"
He then spread out his senses and soon discovered that familiar, graceful figure.
"I didn't expect her to be in the kitchen!"
Ye Ming walked towards the kitchen. Pushing open the door, he saw Fang Jun Xue, wearing an apron and skillfully stir-frying.
Stepping forward, Ye Ming embraced her slender waist from behind, burying his face in her cascading hair and taking a deep breath.
"So fragrant!" Ye Ming was quite intoxicated.
Fang Jun Xue's body stiffened for a moment from the sudden embrace. But the next second, it softened, making Ye Ming reluctant to let go.
"My cooking might not be as good as yours, but it's not bad either." Hearing Ye Ming's comment, Fang Jun Xue subconsciously thought he was referring to her cooking and said with a hint of pride.
Ye Ming's lips curved upwards. He moved his head to Fang Jun Xue's delicate earlobe and whispered, his breath warm, "I meant you smell good!"
"Ah! Stop it!"
Fang Jun Xue felt the strange sensation by her ear, causing her heart to flutter and nearly making her drop the ladle in her hand.
"You... you'd better go out, the food will be ready soon." Fang Jun Xue urged, her face flushed.
She feared that if Ye Ming continued to be mischievous, she might truly lose her grip.
"Alright! I'll listen to you!"
Finally, after leaving a warm kiss on Fang Jun Xue's cheek, Ye Ming left the kitchen contentedly.
Ten minutes later.
Ye Ming enjoyed the delicious meal that Fang Jun Xue had specially prepared for him.
"How was it? Did you sort everything out?" Fang Jun Xue asked, serving Ye Ming a piece of twice-cooked pork.
"Yes! I know who the mastermind is," Ye Ming said, looking at Fang Jun Xue and speaking in a deep voice. "Just as I thought, it's that Lin Zifeng."
"Lin Zifeng?"
Hearing the name, Fang Jun Xue was somewhat surprised.
But it was understandable. Fang Jun Xue was unaware of the previous events.
Therefore, Ye Ming told her about Lin Zifeng sending Hengshan to target him.
As for forces like the Black Skull Mercenary Group, Ye Ming decided not to tell Fang Jun Xue for the time being.
After all, places like the Western underworld were too distant for Fang Jun Xue.
"I didn't expect such a thing to have happened before!" Fang Jun Xue's brows furrowed slightly after listening.
"Don't worry about these things, I can handle them." Ye Ming picked up a piece of egg and brought it to Fang Jun Xue's lips.
Seeing this, Fang Jun Xue shyly opened her cherry-like mouth and bit into the egg.
Thus, in this sweet atmosphere, time quietly slipped away.
"Then... I'll go back to the room to rest."
Now sitting on the sofa, Fang Jun Xue leaned into Ye Ming's embrace. Seeing that it was getting late, she said softly.
However, as she spoke, she was somewhat nervous.
As for what she was nervous about, perhaps only she knew.
"That's perfect, I still have to massage your feet a few more times," Ye Ming said earnestly.
"Ah! I... I feel like my feet have already healed, there's nothing... uncomfortable." Fang Jun Xue's voice gradually grew softer as she spoke.
"How can that be! I'm a doctor, I call the shots." Before Fang Jun Xue could refuse, Ye Ming swept her up in a princess carry and walked upstairs.
"You..."
At this moment, Fang Jun Xue had a premonition.
Upon entering the room, Ye Ming gently placed Fang Jun Xue on the bed and then pounced on her.
"Ah! You... didn't you say you were going to massage my feet?"
Fang Jun Xue said indignantly as she felt Ye Ming's mischievous hands.
"Yes! Isn't this me starting the massage from top to bottom!" Ye Ming argued nonsensically.
"You... mm!"
At this moment, Fang Jun Xue felt as if millions of tiny creatures were scurrying wildly all over her body, making her incredibly ticklish, yet very comfortable.
"Ye... Ye Ming, I... I feel... a bit... hot."
Under Ye Ming's continuous "massage," Fang Jun Xue's expression became somewhat dazed, and a faint heat emanated from her body.
At this moment, Ye Ming's breathing also became somewhat rapid. Looking at the beautiful woman beneath him, he gasped and asked, "How about we take off our clothes while we massage?"
This statement was likely Ye Ming's last moment of clarity, his final shred of rationality.
At the same time, it was his last choice offered to Fang Jun Xue.
If she refused, Ye Ming could still stop in time.
But if Fang Jun Xue tacitly agreed, the battle would commence, and the dragon would emerge from its sheath.
In her daze, Fang Jun Xue heard Ye Ming's words, and a trace of clarity returned to her eyes. Looking at the man with slightly red eyes, she ceased all movement.
She knew this was Ye Ming's choice.
A moment later, Fang Jun Xue raised her hands and placed them on Ye Ming's neck, then gently pulled, causing Ye Ming's head to lower.
"Please cherish me!"
Fang Jun Xue's red lips parted slightly.
As the words fell, Ye Ming's last remaining rationality dissolved.
A sound arose, marking the beginning of another symphony of passion.
The two, lost in their ardor, finally became one.
The bright moonlight seemed unwilling to disturb the entwined lovers and quietly hid behind the clouds.
Henceforth, the spectacle that unfolded remained unknown to anyone.
...
As the saying goes, some rejoice while others grieve.
While Ye Ming was passionately engaged, another person paced anxiously, his face etched with worry.
"Why? Why is there still no news after so long?" Lin Zifeng held his phone, staring intently at the screen.
Because the people he had sent had not returned any information, Lin Zifeng couldn't sleep peacefully.
"Aren't the Black Skull Mercenaries famous in the Western underworld? Why is there no news?"
Lin Zifeng was furious, so he opened his computer and logged into the mercenary platform.
But just as he was about to inquire about the specific situation with the Black Skull Mercenaries, he was stunned.
Because the computer screen displayed only a message written in red font:
This mercenary group has been disbanded.