While Su Qinglan was arguing back and forth with Xuyu in her mind, she suddenly felt a warm, heavy breath brushing against the side of her neck.
She snapped out of her thoughts and glanced beside her.
The golden demon had quietly crept over to her chair, resting his chin on her shoulder and subtly sniffing her skin like a hungry predator taking in a scent.
Su Qinglan’s breath caught. "What... what are you doing?"
An Mo’s dark golden eyes swirled with a thick, intoxicating heat. He leaned closer, his warm lips brushing against her sensitive earlobe as he murmured in a low, teasing voice, "Lanlan... I can smell it. You’re very much aroused right now, aren’t you?"
Su Qinglan’s face instantly exploded into a bright crimson flush! She instinctively clenched her legs tight together under her skirt, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"W-What absurd nonsense are you talking about?!" she stammered, trying to shove his handsome face away.
Right on cue, Xuyu’s demon-like cackle echoed loudly inside her consciousness: "Pfft! HAHAHA! Exposed! Your system scan doesn’t lie, Host!"
’Shut up, Xuyu!’ she screamed internally, wanting nothing more than to smash her system into pieces.
Before she could process her embarrassment, An Mo let out a low chuckle. In one swift, effortless motion, he grabbed her waist and pulled her directly onto his broad lap!
Su Qinglan gasped as his large, warm hand slid shamelessly beneath the heavy folds of her skirt, his fingers gliding up her thigh.
"An Mo! Stop!" Su Qinglan shrieked softly, her hands frantically grabbing at his wrists, her eyes wide with sheer panic.
"What are you doing?! We are in the grand reception hall! Anyone could walk in here at any second!"
An Mo didn’t stop. He merely chuckled lazily against her throat, his thumb tracing a slow, burning circle on her skin that sent electricity shooting straight up her spine.
"Let them," An Mo whispered arrogantly, his golden eyes flashing with a dangerous, possessive light. "If anyone dares to step foot in here and lay an eye on my female... I’ll dig their eyes out myself."
Just outside the heavy, open doors of the reception hall...
Elder Cang, who had just spent the last twenty minutes carefully hand-picking the freshest, sweetest golden peaches from the divine back garden to serve to his future mistress, was happily walking toward the doorway with a silver tray.
He was just about to step over the high threshold when An Mo’s razor-sharp, chilling threat echoed clearly into the hallway:
"If anyone dares... I’ll dig their eyes out..."
Elder Cang froze mid-step. His foot hovered in the air for a full two seconds.
Without breaking his stride, the wise old elder smoothly executed a precise 180-degree turn, hugged the silver tray of peaches tightly against his chest, and marched back down the hallway in the exact direction he had just come from...whistling a peaceful, totally fake tune as if he had never existed in the first place!
Down the quiet hallway, Elder Cang stopped near the marble pillars, carefully wiping a tear of deep emotion from the corner of his eye.
A fond, foolish smile spread across his wrinkled face as he clutched the silver tray against his chest. His heart was overflowing with joy.
For hundreds of years, this grand, massive estate of the Heavenly God Clan had been dead silent...a cold, empty palace where his Young Lord lived like a lonely shadow. But now? His Young Lord was so wildly in love!
"Ah, it seems this quiet palace will soon be filled with the sweet, noisy pitter-patter of little cubs running around," Elder Cang thought happily to himself, sniffling with old-man pride.
Suddenly...
WHOOSH! CRASH!
A bright spatial tear exploded in the middle of the corridor ceiling!
Before Elder Cang could even process the blinding flash, a dense rain of furry, soft bundles plummeted straight out of thin air, landing directly on top of his head!
"OOF!"

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