Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

In the porcelain-white bathtub, the man leaned back, his white robe partially slipped off, faintly revealing a line of his firm chest.

The man’s eyes were tightly closed, and the bloodstains at his lips were shocking.

Even the water in the bathtub had a slight pink tint.

He had just coughed up quite a bit of blood.

It was an old ailment, flaring up once every six months. Coincidentally, this time when he crossed the Time Gate, it happened to be when his old ailment acted up.

But Nalan Ye Jue couldn’t care less about all that. He hurried here just to find her.

Seeing her doing well as a student at the Divine Academy, although there were annoying distractions like ants and grasshoppers around her occasionally and three or four menacing guys, overall she was safe, which greatly reassured him.

But the problem followed soon after.

His condition couldn’t allow him to be close to women.

If he got too close to her, he feared it might harm her. Even worse, just looking at her or holding her might cause a strong reaction in him, and he’d have to use all his willpower to refrain from doing something in public.

Heaven knows how, the night he held her in the deep forest, a certain pulse of his was about to burst.

As a man brimming with vigor and vitality, how did he manage to hold back!

Nalan Ye Jue took a deep breath, slowly stood up from the bathtub, turned on the faucet, letting the strong jets of water wash over him in hopes of regaining clarity.

He didn’t have much time; he needed to swiftly investigate the origins of that Red Robe Tutor.

To find out where the other half of his wife’s blood was sent.

He had a vague sense of unease that if he didn’t find the other half of the blood, his wife would eventually become a target again, falling into a perilous situation.

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The Custom House.

Bright red lanterns were hanging high, and women dressed garishly beneath them flirtatiously winked at Bai Chi and the other young men: ”Dear gentlemen, come on, come on...”

The atmosphere was indescribably awkward.

Even Bai Chi, who was used to various scenes in bars and KTVs, stumbled a bit, nervously advising Qin Xin: ”Little Sister Qingxin, can’t we avoid such complicated places like the Custom House? Brother here is still a pure youth, can’t let them ruin my innocence...”

Ao Xinghao sneered: ”Are you sure you still have innocence?”

Si Moyu said coldly: ”A real man stands firm; if you can control yourself, who can ruin your innocence?”

Jing Zhichen kept his eyes straight: ”In my eyes, they are no different from spirit beasts, not worth mentioning.”

Bai Chi was frustrated: ”Damn, you all pretend to be gentlemen, only Little Sister Qingxin and I speak the truth. Little Sister Qingxin, don’t believe them; as for matters below the waist, if a man can control it, he isn’t a man...”

Qin Xin interrupted him indifferently: ”Stop blabbering, go in. If you don’t want to, wait at the door.”

Bai Chi was stunned.

He saw Qin Xin confidently walk in ahead.

Ao Xinghao and the others casually followed suit.

He exclaimed ”Damn,” thinking, ”You guys are fierce; if you can pretend, so can I,” and quickly followed suit.

But pretending to be nonchalant was really tough.

All the way in, since Bai Chi had the fairest skin and looked like a wealthy young master, the women in the establishment teased him the most.

One touched his waist, another tugged at his sleeve, and a bold one even kissed his ear. Furious, Bai Chi wiped it vigorously, rubbed it until his ear was raw, which only drew more uninhibited giggles from the women.

”Damn, they’re really a bunch of nasty spirit beasts!”

Amid Bai Chi’s complaints, Qin Xin pushed open the door to a luxurious private room on the top floor.