**Chapter 296: But You Don’t Love Just One**
As Chen An’s words and actions unfolded, the girl’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red.
With the emotions surrounding “evil” magnified infinitely, the desires within her body surged.
This was what they called the sin of lust.
Her hair, drenched in sweat, clung to her smooth forehead.
The girl was no longer the cool, detached figure she once was; though her expression remained emotionless, her body was unexpectedly honest.
Those pale blue eyes, when they looked at her younger brother, revealed a greedy desire as if she wanted to devour him whole.
“Relax.”
His slender palm gently caressed every inch of her skin.
Her brother’s gentle voice, filled with a soft, damp breath, made Mu Sanniang’s long eyelashes quiver slightly.
“Don’t…”
She struggled to maintain the last shred of clarity, pushing her hand against him in an attempt to resist.
Even if it meant turning into that kind of monster again, suffering the agonizing pain of countless souls gnawing at her heart.
The boy’s voice sounded again, now with an authoritative tone.
“Sister, be good.”
He spoke softly, his hands moving steadily as he skillfully stripped her of her garments.
Without layers to block their contact, it was true skin against skin.
In his hands, he felt the scorching softness that made it hard to let go.
“Don’t wrong me, Sanniang. When have I ever lied to you?”
“I said there’s nothing wrong; that means there’s nothing wrong.”
With those words, a playful smile flickered in Chen An’s eyes.
He continued, “But Sanniang isn’t behaving today, which makes me a bit unhappy.”
This effectively made the girl visibly tense.
She lowered her gaze, squeezing her damp palms as she whispered in response.
“Then… what should we do…?”
What to do?
Chen An answered her with actions.
Perhaps influenced by this broken cultivation technique, he too had started to succumb to temptation.
“Of course, Sanniang must be punished severely!”
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In the days Chen An spent in Liucheng, his life had become remarkably leisurely.
He no longer thought about cultivation or anything else.
Each day, he simply accompanied his sister, chatting, performing treatments, and when the weather was nice, taking her out for a stroll.
Jiang Qiuchi would often come by as well.
At first, Chen An worried that Mu Sanniang might be affected by it, so he kept it from her.
However, the aura in the yard was something that could not be hidden.
Both of them were aware; only Chen An dared not to say it, while Mu Sanniang was reluctant to bring it up.
Fortunately, after the initial obsession, the girl seemed less extreme.
Or perhaps each time she struggled to control her emotions, she would pull Chen An in for treatment.
After a session of release, she would often collapse into his arms, unable to muster any other interest.
Even if she wanted to say something, it only came out soft and tender, almost like she was acting spoiled with her brother.
Chen An observed her closely but felt a pang of discomfort.
He knew this was Mu Sanniang slowly forcing herself to yield.
What they called treatment felt more like an excuse to escape.
This situation continued until one evening when it was finally shattered.
Light rain fell from the sky, splattering in the small courtyard, producing a gentle patter.
Chen An stood under the eaves for a while before turning to walk back inside.
Mu Sanniang, accustomed to stillness, sat at the head of the bed, staring out the window in a daze.
A few raindrops drifted in, bringing a slight coolness to the room.
The air also became significantly fresher.
Noticing her brother’s entrance, the girl turned to look at him, dropping her gaze from the rain.
“It’s raining,” she said.
Chen An nodded, casually replying, “It hasn’t rained in quite a few days.”
“No,” Mu Sanniang shook her head, correcting him. “It’s the first rain of spring.”
After speaking, she fixated on the young man’s hair for a moment before suddenly saying, “Come closer.”
Chen An, understanding this slight request from his sister, naturally did not refuse.
He obediently walked over and was embraced by Mu Sanniang, who circled her arm around his.
Seeing his puzzlement, she added, “Don’t stay so far from me.”
At her words, Chen An smiled.
“Alright, I’ll listen to my sister.”
He sat down beside Mu Sanniang on the bed.
Since arriving in Liucheng, they had not discussed anything regarding cultivation, and their daily life became monotonous, resembling ordinary folks rather than those immortal beings rumored in the world.
Well, aside from not having to labor and not worrying about daily needs.
Chen An thought to himself and found nothing wrong with this.
He had never harbored a strong obsession with cultivation.
But the girl beside him seemed to think differently.
She pressed her lips together slightly, her voice weak. “If this continues, will I drag my younger brother down again…?”
Perhaps the experiences from their childhood, when they struggled to survive, made her overly sensitive to these matters.
Chen An paused for a moment before replying, “Of course not.”
“In fact, I prefer things like this over the so-called pursuit of enlightenment and longevity.”
He smiled, “As long as I can live with those I care about, that’s enough.”
Seeing the smile on her brother’s face, Mu Sanniang momentarily fell into a trance.
After a moment, she said, “But you don’t love just one.”
Her words caused Chen An’s smile to falter, and he shyly fell silent.
Tick tock—
The rain continued to fall.
In the stillness of the room, the girl’s voice sounded again.
“I want to go outside and take a look.”
“Sure.”
Chen An nodded, stood up, and effortlessly scooped his sister into his arms.
This was certainly not because Mu Sanniang had lost the ability to walk; it was just that she simply liked it this way.
With the rain falling outside, someone needed to hold the umbrella.
If it were an ordinary person faced with this problem, they would likely be somewhat troubled.
Fortunately, Chen An didn’t have to worry.
The paper umbrella resting by the door floated into the air, driven by spiritual energy.
Just as Chen An was about to open the umbrella, he was stopped by the girl in his arms.
“I’ll do it.”
She stretched out her hand, took the paper umbrella, and opened it.
The two walked out of the room and into the small courtyard.
The courtyard felt empty, nothing but the splashing droplets on the ground.
Naturally, Mu Sanniang made a suggestion.
“I think we should plant something in the yard; otherwise, it looks too bare and ugly.”
She said earnestly.
Plant what?
Chen An was taken aback, and before he could respond, a sudden gust of fresh wind swept toward them.
The wind itself was insignificant; what mattered was what it brought.
Two saplings of an unknown variety appeared.
Yes, they were about the height of a calf, complete with their roots intact.
Chen An was stunned.
Even if seeds had been blown in by the wind, he couldn’t have imagined this was so absurd.
However, the girl in his arms acted as if nothing had happened.
She merely pointed at the two small trees, her eyes sparkling, “Let’s plant these.”
Chen An didn’t rush to respond; instead, he turned around and indeed saw a figure in a red dress fluttering on the high eaves.
She playfully blinked and waved at the two.
Then the girl in his arms started to move.
She slowly descended from Chen An’s arms and personally planted the two saplings.
Throughout the entire process, Mu Sanniang’s expression remained serious; she didn’t say a word, nor did she look back.
After finishing, she pondered for a moment, tore off a strip from her skirt, and tied it to the branch of one of the saplings.
Then, to Chen An’s widened eyes, the girl unexpectedly produced a bright red ribbon from her embrace.
She continued to earnestly tie the red ribbon to the remaining sapling.
Once she completed this task, she stood up and looked at the dumbfounded young man.
Seeing him move his lips, as if he wanted to speak, Mu Sanniang stepped up first, placing her delicate finger against his mouth.
She lowered her gaze, her hair lifted by the wind, and softly said, “Alright, let’s go back.”
(End of this chapter)
