Chapter 101: Chen Yaxin’s Mood

Chapter 101: Chen Yaxin’s Mood [Revised]

Chu Fei’s expression had darkened considerably.

Since childhood, he had been frail and often ill. The old charlatan who raised him always had him soak in herbal baths. Chu Fei never knew exactly what herbs were used, but they had altered his constitution, making him extraordinary. The old man once boasted that while he couldn’t claim Chu Fei was immune to all poisons, he was certainly close.

And reality had proven this true. The experiences of recent years showed that his body healed far faster than normal. For instance, a half-foot-long wound that would take an ordinary person several days to heal would close within half a day for him. Scar tissue would fall off within a week, and over time any facial scars would fade entirely.

Moreover, he seemed remarkably resistant to toxins.

Today’s unexpected incident took him by surprise.

Could it be that even his constitution couldn’t withstand the venom he detested?

A sudden dizziness swept over Chu Fei, though it was faint. His enhanced physiology still surpassed ordinary limits. Placing his hand on his pulse, his face grew grimmer. He quickly discerned the toxin was no ordinary poison—it resembled the infamous gu poison he had heard about from the old charlatan. Specifically, it was akin to the lust-inducing gu found among the southern border’s Miao people. Could the woman in the red dress be from the southern frontier’s Miao tribe?

At that moment, Chen Yaxin, nearly losing her sanity, had stripped off all her clothes. Despite the chilling night wind, she felt no cold. Her entire body was flushed a vivid crimson, stunningly alluring. Yet upon closer inspection, faintly writhing veins beneath her skin gave off an eerie aura. Chen Yaxin now resembled a specter even more than the red-dressed girl from before.

Alluring, yes—but terrifying all the same.

“Chu Fei… I… I really can’t take it anymore…” Chen Yaxin suddenly lifted her head and looked at him, taking hesitant steps forward. She seemed conflicted, yet irresistibly drawn, her large eyes bloodshot and filled with desire.

“Chen Yaxin, calm down first,” Chu Fei warned softly, gazing at her supple figure. Though his heart burned fiercely, reason still held sway.

At this moment, Chu Fei felt on the verge of madness. If the woman before him were Xu Shiqi or Ximen Lu, he would not hesitate. Even a stranger wouldn’t cause such turmoil. But Chen Yaxin was different. She was Lin Cong’s admirer, and Lin Cong was about to propose to his fiancée, Fu Ziqing. Chu Fei’s reason told him it was absolutely impossible to cross this line. If he did, everything would be a chaotic mess.

Yet reason was reason.

Instinct was harder to control.

As Chen Yaxin approached, Chu Fei reached out intending to push her away—but instead grasped her arm. Before he could react, her heated body had slipped into his embrace, her fiery arms tightly encircling his neck.

[The following fantasy scenes are omitted…]

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“Whoosh—”

Chu Fei gently drew back the curtains, letting daylight flood the room. It was already noon.

Turning, he saw Chen Yaxin on the bed had opened her eyes, though her gaze was unfocused. Her brows furrowed, and a confused expression crossed her delicate face, as if recalling recent events. Suddenly, her complexion turned pale, then flushed scarlet. She sat rigidly like a statue, staring silently at Chu Fei by the window.

“You’re awake?” Chu Fei smiled awkwardly and walked over.

“Where is this?” Chen Yaxin asked, not answering but quickly scanning the room. It was an ordinary bedroom—not luxurious, but fully equipped.

“This is the farmhouse inn owner’s bedroom,” Chu Fei replied.

“Where’s the owner? Where is everyone?” Chen Yaxin pressed, a bad feeling creeping over her.

“They’re dead. Not just the owner, but the cook and all the staff here,” Chu Fei said with a wry smile. Seeing Chen Yaxin’s suspicious look, he chuckled bitterly, “You’re not thinking I killed them, right? I was with you the whole time yesterday, never apart. Even if I wanted to kill someone, I wouldn’t have had the chance.”

Chen Yaxin blushed deeper and shook her head. “No, I’m not suspecting you.” Chu Fei’s words were shameless but truthful. He’d been with her constantly, and more than that, busy in other ways—there was no time for murder.

“I suspect some ruthless assassin did this. Don’t worry, even if I didn’t kill them, it’s because of me. I’ll compensate their families,” Chu Fei said, looking at her.

Chen Yaxin nodded blankly, saying no more.

Seeing her silence, Chu Fei didn’t know what else to say. He turned and grabbed some clothes, heading to the bathroom. Last night had been exhausting; after dragging his weary body here, they fell into a deep sleep, their bodies filthy and in need of cleansing.

He had wanted to invite Chen Yaxin to bathe together but feared misunderstandings.

Truthfully, Chu Fei no longer harbored any desire for Chen Yaxin. Last night’s ordeal was overwhelming—nine times, just his count alone. As for Chen Yaxin, she had reached countless climaxes. Neither could control their instincts; despite his constitution, Chu Fei nearly collapsed. God only knew how he had managed to carry her back.

Frankly, Chu Fei now felt like a broken man. Even if ten or eight women more seductive than Chen Yaxin stood naked before him, he wouldn’t be interested—he simply lacked the energy.

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“Splash, splash—”

Listening to the water running in the bathroom, Chen Yaxin lifted her head, staring at the door. Her complexion shifted from pale to flushed repeatedly, like a fabric dyeing workshop.

Her emotions were too complex to articulate. The worst part was that, though uncontrollable, she remembered everything from last night with perfect clarity. That was the most terrifying. As a woman, she should have hated Chu Fei, the man who had taken her first time. Yet she couldn’t. None of it was his fault. Many times, she had been the one on top, the initiator. In truth, she had almost assaulted Chu Fei; he was the victim.

How could this be?

Chen Yaxin’s mind was a tangle of confusion and denial. She had come seeking Chu Fei to stop Lin Cong’s proposal, but things had spiraled out of control, ensnaring her instead. What was this?

And she couldn’t blame anyone but herself.

As for her feelings toward Chu Fei, they had shifted completely—from disdain and contempt to shock and horror. Especially after witnessing those terrifying scenes of slaughter last night, she was utterly frightened. Chu Fei was a cold-blooded killer who showed no mercy.

“Bang—”

At that moment, Chu Fei emerged from the bathroom, freshly clean.

Chen Yaxin snapped her head up, looking at the man who had claimed her body. Despite Chu Fei’s frenzied killing spree, which should have filled her with fear, she felt none. Instead, she seemed to have accepted his identity. Images of last night’s escape flooded her mind.

How could this be?

She had been defiled by another man. How would she face Lin Cong now? Even if she willingly became his lover, would he not despise her?

Suddenly, a crucial thought struck Chen Yaxin, draining all color from her face.

“Are you okay? Feeling unwell?” Chu Fei exclaimed, rushing to catch her as she staggered backward, concern etched on his face.

“I—” Chen Yaxin looked up at his handsome face, her mind suddenly clouded.

“It’s nothing. Maybe last night was too exhausting. Just rest more,” Chu Fei said, taking her wrist to check her pulse before sighing with relief.

This scene stirred conflicting feelings in Chen Yaxin. She sensed Chu Fei’s genuine concern, yet her own feelings toward him were tangled.

“By the way, I’ve drawn a bath—do you want me to carry you in for a wash?” Chu Fei suddenly smiled.

“No, I’ll do it myself,” Chen Yaxin instinctively shook her head and forcefully broke free from his embrace.

“Alright then,” Chu Fei said without pressing, stepping aside obediently.

Chen Yaxin bit her lip and glanced at Chu Fei before climbing down from the bed. But as soon as her feet hit the floor, she cried out sharply and collapsed forward.

Her legs felt as weak as noodles, utterly powerless. Worse, pain radiated between her thighs, trembling through her very soul. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Chu Fei reached out again, lifting her into his arms with a frown. “Let me carry you in,” he said without argument, bearing her into the bathroom.

Resigned, Chen Yaxin closed her eyes. She suddenly understood—after all they had endured last night, what was a little more now?

Thus, Chu Fei carried her into the bath and even helped wash her, leaving Chen Yaxin blushing deeply, unable to meet his gaze. Especially when Chu Fei joked, “Want me to hold you while you pee?” she nearly fainted.

Such a scoundrel!

But thankfully, it was all over. Both Chu Fei and Chen Yaxin possessed thick skins—after all that had happened, what was there to be shy about? Still, if Chu Fei had tried anything else while she was lucid, Chen Yaxin would have fiercely resisted. Even knowing she couldn’t win, it was a matter of principle.

Fortunately, none of that happened, and Chen Yaxin breathed a genuine sigh of relief. Dressed and composed under Chu Fei’s care, she looked at him with a complicated gaze.

“Chu Fei, about last night…”

“What happened last night?” Chu Fei asked, puzzled.

Seeing his handsome but bewildered face, Chen Yaxin suddenly felt the urge to punch it flat.

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