TVWFTBS 29

Chapter 029 – Rapid Heartbeat

“Let’s go back to the base first and see how badly the two of you have destroyed this place.”

The corner of Li Luoluo’s lips lifted slightly, her smile neither warm nor cold.

Her gaze slowly swept over Beiming Ye and Jun Yancheng. That look of hers seemed hooked with invisible barbs, sending both of their hearts into a wild, frantic rhythm.

And yet, the way she looked at them was as if she were staring at two rare, priceless treasures—so much so that her blood began to boil, an urgent desire rising within her to bully them.

Especially Beiming Ye.

This male could always effortlessly ignite her interest. So far, no one had surpassed him when it came to pleasing her.

Li Luoluo couldn’t help recalling those little tricks of his—both infuriating and irresistible. He always managed to make her heartbeat quicken and her cheeks burn without even trying.

And now, looking at him standing in front of her, an uncontrollable impulse surged through her—she wanted to bully him fiercely, immediately.

Beiming Ye shot Jun Yancheng a look of disdain. “Idiot. Why aren’t you taking us back to the base already?”

He understood everything—but this was Jun Yancheng’s territory, and he had no authority to enter it.

Only then did Jun Yancheng come back to his senses. He gently and swiftly lifted Li Luoluo into his arms, then swept her luxurious chair into his storage pouch.

“Lili, we’ll go back first. What about him? Should I make him get lost, or let him come with us?”

He knew very well what kind of place Beiming Ye held in the Crown Princess’s heart—but he deliberately wanted to disgust him.

“Acheng, the decision is yours.”

Hearing that, Li Luoluo’s body stiffened slightly, surprise flashing across her face. But it was quickly concealed behind an indifferent smile.

She knew very well that one must not be too good to males—otherwise they’d become cheap and greedy, pushing their luck and becoming more and more excessive.

So she took this chance to see how Beiming Ye would handle such a tricky situation.

Jun Yancheng hadn’t expected her to throw the question back at him either. He froze for a moment.

But he quickly regained his composure, a faint smile rising at the corner of his lips.

“Beiming Ye, I’m only taking you back to the base for Lili’s sake.”

His voice was calm, yet carried a quiet authority.

“If you dare leak any secrets of the base to outsiders, I guarantee you’ll die without a sound—without even knowing how you died.”

His eyes locked tightly onto Beiming Ye, a warning flickering through them.

In truth, Jun Yancheng wanted to monopolize the Crown Princess’s favor. Who wouldn’t want to be her only one?

But he had met her too late.

And she was far too willful, clever, and unpredictable—someone who never played by the rules. He didn’t dare to recklessly fight for favor.

Compared to losing her… he would rather stay by her side forever.

Even if he had to watch her dote on other beast-husbands with his own eyes—he was willing.

At that thought, Jun Yancheng felt as if his heart were being sliced to pieces. Just imagining it nearly drove him mad.

“Hmph! ╭(╯^╰)╮”

Beiming Ye gave a proud, cold snort. A faint curve lifted his lips as he swept Jun Yancheng with a disdainful sideways glance.

“If it weren’t for Luoluo’s sake, do you think I’d care about your crappy little base?”

His tone dripped with contempt, as if Jun Yancheng’s base were a worthless dump.

Then Beiming Ye turned his gaze toward Li Luoluo and saw her looking gloomy, rubbing her stomach—clearly starving.

His heart ached.

He immediately shouted at Jun Yancheng, “Luoluo is still hungry! Why are you dawdling? Hurry and take her back!”

His voice carried an unmistakable edge of urgency and dissatisfaction.

After speaking, he shot Jun Yancheng another vicious glare, arrogant to the extreme—as if he were the real master of the place, while Jun Yancheng was nothing more than a nobody.

Jun Yancheng’s heart overflowed with disgust for Beiming Ye. He glared back viciously, his gaze sharp enough to feel like it could cause real harm—wishing he could tear Beiming Ye apart on the spot.

But despite the murderous intent in his heart, he couldn’t act on it.

“Lili, let’s go back to the base.”

Forcing down the raging fire in his heart, Jun Yancheng spoke gently to Li Luoluo in his arms.

He tightened his embrace, and with a slight flicker of his figure, vanished from the spot like a ghost.

Beiming Ye looked relaxed and careless on the surface, but his attention never once left Jun Yancheng.

He understood every single movement of his.

So the instant Jun Yancheng’s figure wavered, Beiming Ye followed like a shadow without the slightest hesitation.

Jun Yancheng carried Li Luoluo back to his bedroom, stepping lightly through the doorway as though he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

But just as he turned to close the door, a dark shadow suddenly appeared before him like a ghost, nearly colliding with him head-on.

Startled, Jun Yancheng looked closely—

It was Beiming Ye.

How did this guy follow him in like a ghost, without a sound, and even barge into his bedroom?

Jun Yancheng cursed silently, calling him “bad luck” in his heart. Still, he forcibly squeezed out a smile uglier than crying and nodded slightly at Beiming Ye.

Beiming Ye seemed not to notice Jun Yancheng’s displeasure at all. His gaze was locked tightly on Li Luoluo, a complex emotion flashing through his eyes.

Seeing this, Jun Yancheng felt displeased. Subconsciously, he pulled Li Luoluo closer into his arms, as if afraid Beiming Ye might snatch her away.

“Lili, I’ll cook for you. It’ll be ready very soon.”

His voice was gentle and filled with affection.

Thinking of how little Li Luoluo had eaten that morning, Jun Yancheng felt a sting of pain in his heart. He decided to personally make a rich, hearty meal for her.

Li Luoluo lay slantwise on the bed, her cat-like eyes deep and alluring, like stars in the night sky.

She lazily stretched, letting out a soft, charming moan—one that could easily hook a person’s soul.

“Mmm… I’ll be counting on you, Acheng,” she said, her voice as beautiful as heavenly music.

Jun Yancheng’s heart stirred at her alluring appearance.

He bent down and gently kissed her cheek, smooth like white jade, then whispered softly:

“Be good. I’ll be right back.”

Jun Yancheng was very confident in his cooking. He believed he could make delicious food that would let Li Luoluo eat to her heart’s content.

Taking good care of his master was not just a duty to him—it was happiness.

“Jun Yancheng, can you even cook? How about you stay and look after Luoluo. Just tell me where the kitchen is—I’ll cook instead?”

Beiming Ye retreated to advance.

For someone as proud as Jun Yancheng, he was certain he’d refuse.