Qu Yue winced in pain. She gasped and slowly raised her head while covering her forehead. Coincidentally, she looked straight into Wen Wuyou's demonic and wanton fox-like eyes.
The corners of his eyes were slightly upturned. Apart from mockery, there was also a hidden layer of annoyance in them.
For no reason, her heart tightened, and her dry throat swallowed gently.
Her pupils fluttered several times before she weakly replied, "I'm going to find Mu Wang."
Wen Wuyou stared at her moist lips as she uttered another man's name. He squinted his left eye and asked, "Are you really that close?"
Qu Yue was stunned by his sudden provocation. "Huh?"
Wen Wuyou leaned forward. The faint fragrance on Qu Yue's body wafted over, fueling his annoyance even more.
"Why do you always go to him for everything?"
Qu Yue suddenly felt uneasy. She took a small step back with her heels, and her even breath carried a faint fragrance. "It's... it's something related to Mu Yuan..."
Wen Wuyou let out an "oh" sound. "Why do you only go to him?"
"We're also Mu Yuan's brothers."
Although his words seemed gentle, there was actually a strong sense of oppression in them. She slightly parted her lips. "I..."
"What?"
"Is it because you're closer to Mu Wang?"
"Or does he suit your taste better?"
Each of Wen Wuyou's pressing questions made Qu Yue break out in a cold sweat.
She clenched her palms tightly and pursed her delicate lips, not knowing how to answer.
Her face, which had been slightly flushed from running, now turned pale, and fear welled up in her heart.
Seeing Qu Yue in a state of confusion, he didn't intend to let her off easily. "Are you feeling guilty for not saying anything?"
He took a step forward with his toes and leaned forward, enclosing her in his arms.
Qu Yue was startled. Her long eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly about to take flight. "No..."
Her peach blossom-like eyes were calm. She looked up innocently and stared at Wen Wuyou pleadingly. "I really want to talk to him about Mu Wang's matter."
"Just now, the Marquis of Zhaoping came to talk to me about something related to Mu Yuan."
"Coincidentally, Second Young Master Mu was a bit curious about his husband's matter, so I wanted to tell him."
Qu Yue explained gently, and there was an involuntary hint of flattery in her soft voice.
Seeing that he seemed to be deep in thought, she took the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot and shifted the blame onto Wen Wuyou.
"You... you scared me just now."
Wen Wuyou scoffed.
He hadn't even said that she had bumped into him and caused him pain.
Yet she was the first to complain.
Too lazy to argue, Wen Wuyou thought she was quite honest. "It's not good to have secrets with Mu Wang alone. Why didn't you think of telling me?"
"Huh?" Qu Yue was a bit slow to react.
What did he, a military general, need to know about Mu Yuan's matter?
"I'm also Mu Yuan's brother."
"Don't I have the right to ask about his matters?"
Wen Wuyou gently shook his folding fan. In his smiling and gentle question, there were full of sharp pressing questions.
Qu Yue felt her knees go weak under his pressure. She quickly nodded. "Yes... you have the right..."
She looked as cute and soft as a frightened kitten.
Wen Wuyou continued to press. "Did Mu Wang know about it before me?"
Qu Yue, who faintly sensed danger, instinctively wanted to run away.
She didn't understand the significance of Wen Wuyou's entanglement with this question.
She had already promised to tell him as well...
Qu Yue bit her lower lip and slowly raised her eyes. The clear bottom of her eyes was filled with gentle ripples, which soothed the nameless anger in Wen Wuyou's heart.
She coaxed him softly, "I'll tell you both together."
Only then was Wen Wuyou temporarily satisfied.
The movement of the fan in his hand became much faster. "You promised to tell me on your own initiative, Yue'er."
Qu Yue: "..."
She glared at him resentfully to express her anger.
Wen Wuyou tapped her head with the handle of his folding fan. "Why are you glaring at me? Is your foot better?"
Qu Yue's wrinkled eyebrows immediately relaxed in a daze.
Only after being reminded did she realize that the swelling pain in her foot had subsided a lot. She gently nodded her fair chin. "Yes... it's better..."
Her soft and sweet voice was like the soft and fragrant sweet cake in the breakfast shop, making people's hearts melt.
After this incident, Wen Wuyou's eyes darkened slightly.
Did she talk to Mu Wang like this?
Was this how she attracted his attention?
He asked hoarsely, "Is your voice always like this?"
Qu Yue, who was speaking normally, looked puzzled. "Huh?"
She sniffed and murmured to herself, "Maybe I caught a cold last night?"
Mentioning last night, the smile on Wen Wuyou's lips gradually stiffened. "What? Didn't Mu Wang shield you from the wind?"
Qu Yue realized that he was obviously targeting her.
The reason was probably that Mu Wang had spent the night in her room last night.
But how did Wen Wuyou know that Mu Wang had been in her room last night...
However, this wasn't the most important thing at the moment.
If Wen Wuyou didn't let go of this point and exposed her for being unchaste, what awaited her would be endless scolding and torture.
Qu Yue's face instantly turned deathly pale.
"What are you talking about?" She forced out two fake smiles and pretended to be stupid.
Wen Wuyou was amused by her vivid expression. "Yue'er, you're too guilty."
With such a timid heart, how dare she let someone spend the night with her.
Presumably, it was Mu Wang who had played some tricks.
Qu Yue, whose secret had been exposed, stood there at a loss. Her accelerating heartbeat kept pounding against her chest. "I don't understand what you're saying! I'm leaving!"
After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave.
But someone grabbed her hand in mid-air.
The man's palm was overly warm. When he gently held her, a continuous stream of heat came over, followed by a rough touch.
As a military general, Wen Wuyou had been wielding swords and guns all year round. These marks of hard work were all proof of his strength.
Qu Yue was momentarily frozen in place.
The foot she had lifted was hanging in mid-air. She didn't know whether to move forward or backward.
A gentle breeze blew across her face, and the rippling heartbeat spread. Even Qu Yue herself couldn't explain it.
Just as she was flustered and wanted to pull back her hand, an angry voice roared from afar.
"What are you two doing?!"
Like a dull thunderclap in the sky, it woke Qu Yue up with a start.
She quickly withdrew her hand as if she had touched fire. Her nervous gaze was directed towards the source of the sound. She saw Mu Wang glaring at her with almond-shaped eyes and striding over angrily.
He looked as if he had caught his wife having an affair.
Qu Yue shivered in fear. Her body involuntarily took a step back, but she was just in time pulled behind Wen Wuyou and hidden.
This action of theirs was like adding fuel to the fire for Mu Wang.
His breathing was heavy, and the high ponytail on his head seemed to be about to fly into the sky due to his anger. He walked with the wind at his feet and rushed in front of the two of them. He lowered his voice and growled, "Qu Yue, what are you doing in broad daylight?!"
Wen Wuyou was about the same height as Mu Wang, but as a martial artist, he easily pushed Mu Wang away with a raise of his hand. "Why is Second Young Master Mu so angry?"
Mu Wang was still furious. There was a fire burning in his eyes. "And you? Don't you know what you're doing?"
Wen Wuyou lazily lifted his eyes. "I made Qu Yue angry and wanted to pull her aside to explain."
When Mu Wang heard this, he scolded even more severely. "Why did you make her angry for no reason?! Wen Wuyou, I war..."
Wen Wuyou squinted his eyes, and a dangerous glint slid out from the corners of his eyes. "Mind your own business first."
"Are you threatening me?" Mu Wang let out a scoff and put his hands on his hips. "Wen Wuyou, know your place!"
He pointed at Qu Yue with a finger full of anger. "She is Mu Yuan's wife!"