A Dangerous Proposal

Jinjiang Exclusive First Release 13.

“You stay in the residence all day, yet your information network is quite efficient.”

Yan Yi’s eyes lit up, and sweet words came naturally. “Anything related to Your Excellency—I always pay extra attention.”

Wen Xiaoran replied, “You’ve become quite the smooth talker.”

“I’m only speaking from the heart.” Yan Yi leaned forward slightly. “Your Excellency, you don’t look well. Is something troubling you?”

“It’s nothing serious,” he said. “Just a headache. I’ve already sent Ling You to fetch the old physician.”

Fearing it might be a side effect of the system, Yan Yi grew alert. “Aside from the headache, are there any other symptoms?”

Taking it as concern, Wen Xiaoran felt oddly pleased. “My demonic energy has been unstable lately. I’m somewhat… weakened.”

“Is it because of the old Demon Lord?” she asked cautiously.

“Yes.” He didn’t hide it, then asked, “Why did you come?”

Yan Yi half-truthed her answer. “Your sudden illness yesterday frightened me. I saw Ling You rushing and got worried… so I followed.”

She glanced at him nervously. “You won’t think I’m meddling, right?”

He found her words unexpectedly pleasing. “I’m not ungrateful.”

Yan Yi smiled. “I was worried you’d find me clingy.”

He frowned slightly. “Why would you think that?”

“I keep bothering you—it’s probably not appropriate…”

Before she could finish, he pressed his fingers to his temples again.

She quickly set the fox down and rushed forward. “Your Excellency, what’s wrong?”

He looked up at her.

Their eyes met—and Yan Yi froze.

His face was pale, eyes bloodshot, his consciousness clearly slipping.

Before she could react, he stood abruptly and staggered inward.

She grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?”

“Help me to the bed,” he said hoarsely.

Realizing something was wrong, she supported him toward the bedroom.

His weight pressed heavily on her, nearly crushing her.

After only a short distance, she was already breathless.

Once she got him onto the bed, she was drenched in sweat.

She tucked the blanket around him and touched his forehead—it was burning hot.

His brows were tightly furrowed in pain.

Her cool fingers seemed to soothe him.

Wen Xiaoran turned slightly, pressing her hand against the pillow, rubbing against it with faint relief.

Yan Yi tried to pull her hand away—but couldn’t.

Even unconscious, his strength was overwhelming.

Seeing sweat soaking his collar, she grew more certain something was wrong.

Almost instinctively, she reached out and wiped his neck.

He suddenly moved, letting out a low groan.

Yan Yi froze.

Just then—

A knock sounded.

“Your Excellency, the physician has arrived.”

Yan Yi quickly pulled her hand free and rushed to open the door.

“Xiao Yi?” Bu Shu looked surprised. “Where is His Excellency?”

She stepped aside. “He suddenly fell ill—high fever, unclear consciousness. I helped him rest.”

Bu Shu immediately went to the bed, his expression turning serious.

Yan Yi asked anxiously, “Master, what’s wrong with him?”

Bu Shu replied carefully, “His vital essence hasn’t recovered. With the full moon approaching, his demonic energy is unstable—his condition worsens.”

Yan Yi let out a breath.

So it wasn’t the system.

“Master, what about the parasite in his body—”

Before he could answer, Wen Xiaoran stirred.

“Your Excellency—”

He tried to sit up.

Yan Yi hurried to support him.

His loose hair framed his face, making him look dangerously alluring.

Her breath caught.

A strange desire rose within her.

“Xiao Yi?” Bu Shu reminded her.

She snapped back and handed him water. “Drink this.”

He took a sip—then returned it. “Too hot.”

She blinked. “Sorry—I forgot to check.”

“It’s fine.”

He tried to get up again, but she grabbed his arm. “Be careful!”

Their skin touched.

His body stiffened instantly.

Heat surged within him.

Bu Shu, watching everything, finally coughed lightly to break the tension.

“Your Excellency, you summoned me?”

Wen Xiaoran composed himself. “I have a question.”

“I left a trace of demonic energy on Wen Zhengming to track him. Today, it vanished. Is it related to my condition?”

Bu Shu thought for a moment. “Yes—and someone is helping him.”

Yan Yi added, “Could it be those rogue cultivators working with him?”

Wen Xiaoran nodded slightly. “Not impossible.”

Bu Shu’s face darkened. “Your love parasite is still tied to the old Demon Lord. You must be cautious.”

“The artifact that suppressed it—”

“It’s destroyed,” Wen Xiaoran interrupted.

Bu Shu grew anxious. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I have my ways.”

Only then did Yan Yi realize—

The parasite didn’t strictly require physical contact to suppress.

She asked carefully, “Can the artifact remove it completely?”

“No.”

Bu Shu explained, “It only suppresses the pain—but causes severe backlash.”

Yan Yi felt uneasy.

“Then why use it?”

“At least it prevents sudden death,” Wen Xiaoran said calmly.

Her palms grew sweaty. “Then what now?”

Bu Shu sighed. “There’s only one effective method left.”

Yan Yi blinked. “What method? Can I help?”

Bu Shu coughed awkwardly.

Wen Xiaoran avoided her gaze. “No need to ask.”

But Yan Yi understood.

In the original story—

During full moons, he needed intimacy to relieve the parasite.

Her eyes brightened.

“I can help.”

Bu Shu nearly choked.

The younger generation… truly bold.

But he quickly realized—this was indeed the safest method.

He glanced at Wen Xiaoran meaningfully and left.

Yan Yi looked confused. “Why did Master leave?”

Wen Xiaoran asked, “Do you know what he meant?”

Yan Yi: “…”

Of course she did.

She leaned close and whispered, “When the parasite acts up… you need intimacy.”

Her breath brushed his neck.

He instinctively leaned away.

She straightened and looked at him boldly. “We’ve already been close before—why be shy now?”

He was speechless.

This was different.

This required something deeper.

After a long pause, he said, “Do you understand what that truly means?”

Yan Yi rolled her eyes internally. “I’m an adult. I understand.”

She leaned closer, their faces inches apart.

“I probably understand better than you.”

His ears turned red.

She smiled. “Don’t worry—I’m gentle.”

That only made him recall past moments…

Not gentle at all.

“Not appropriate,” he said firmly.

“Why?” she pressed.

He turned away, heart in turmoil.

He didn’t want their relationship to become… transactional.

But before he could respond—

Yan Yi stepped closer and lightly touched his neck, a satisfied smile forming as if scratching an itch she’d been holding back.