CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89: MARKING THE VIRGIN MALE

Five beastmen danced an exotic dance, their barely covered bodies now almost fully exposed.

Two of them, each holding a tray, knelt before Ruan Jiao and Ruan Li.

"Please, master, mark the sand."

As the words fell, Huishi, who had originally been sitting beside Ruan Li, suddenly bit his lip shyly and knelt before her again.

He undid what little clothing remained on his upper body, "Please, master, mark the sand."

Ruan Li was somewhat puzzled; she looked at the tray, and it held a brush and a small box of gold-red powder.

"What does ’mark the sand’ mean?"

The dancer explained, "If choosing a pure beastman, there will be a sand-marking ceremony, where the guest dips the brush in vermilion and then writes their name on the beastman’s body, indicating that the first night of this virgin male belongs to the guest."

"This golden sand is made from special materials, able to determine if a beastman is a virgin male; if it can’t be marked, it indicates the beastman is not a virgin male. Guests can also test if the sand fades after deflowering."

Ruan Jiao, already an old hand, picked up a brush, dipped it in plenty of golden sand, and wrote the large characters "Ruan Jiao" on Mo Yu’s chest.

All over his chest and abdomen.

Clearly making him her possession.

Ruan Li saw her actions and wondered if she had to do the same.

Yet, after marking the sand... she could not really sleep with this beastman...

She glanced at Huishi, who was kneeling before her, shy yet expectant.

"If I don’t mark the sand, what will happen to this beastman?"

The dancer looked surprised and said, "Does the guest dislike this beastman? If you don’t like him, you can replace him now."

"Master!" Huishi heard this, raised his voice slightly with a plea, a tone almost crying, "Please, don’t replace me..."

Ruan Li saw his pitiful look and softened, picking up the brush.

"Where would you like me to write my name?" Ruan Li inquired.

Huishi lowered his head, glancing at his smooth jade-like body, pointed to his heart, "Here."

Ruan Li gripped the brush, writing her name crookedly on his heart.

The characters weren’t pretty, crooked, but she tried to keep them small.

Huishi bowed his head, eyelashes fluttering, trying hard to endure the tickle as the brush swept over his heart.

Seeing the small characters on his heart, he deeply remembered the name.

The deafening song in the box room continued, the beastman with a model-like physique danced endlessly before her.

Huishi picked up a beverage and handed it to Ruan Li: "This is fruit wine, very low in alcohol."

Ruan Li was already feeling a bit thirsty; hearing it was fruit wine, she didn’t refuse, taking a big sip from the cup.

She rubbed her face, feeling annoyed by the high air conditioning in the room.

Huishi sat beside her, actively chatting and occasionally offering peeled grapes to her lips.

At first, Ruan Li refused, but couldn’t resist his continuous persuasion, tasting a few.

The purple grape juice slowly dripped along his long, cold white fingers, and Ruan Li inadvertently saw it, her gaze dropping with the plump grape juice.

"Master, what’s wrong?" Huishi noticed her expression growing impatient and gently asked.

Ruan Li shook her head, replied, "The temperature is a bit high, please lower the air conditioning."

Huishi showed a hint of surprise but obediently got up to adjust the air conditioning, and brought back a small box of ice cubes.

Ruan Li saw him eat a few ice cubes, assuming he was also hot, but the next second he pressed close to her, the chilly sensation instantly stimulating her flushed cheek.

The ice cube pressed by his tongue against her cheek, its melting coolness like a refreshing breeze in a scorching desert, initially pleasant but eventually numbing from cold.

The ice cube was pushed, slowly sliding across her cheek, while his slightly cool hand tentatively curled and gently crawled onto her shoulder.

Ruan Li’s mind stalled for a few seconds, immediately turning her face away as she came to her senses, causing the ice cube to fall.

Huishi looked at her with eyes dazed and confused, seemingly puzzled about what he had done to annoy the master.

Ruan Li pulled his hand down, placed it on his knee, and seriously said, "Don’t do this."

Afraid she might not be able to hold herself.

Huishi turned his head to look at her; his crow-feather-like eyelashes slowly fluttered down, "Okay, I understand."

Ruan Li saw him keeping the obedient posture she’d arranged, exhaled in relief.

A water sound of intense kissing came from beside.

She turned her head, seeing the two beside her passionately kissing.

She coughed twice, as Ruan Jiao released the man in her arms and looked towards her.

Her eyes flickered with a bit of surprise - so restrained?

Is she not a woman?

Could she be indifferent? The beauty trap didn’t work on her?

"Ruan Jiao, can you tell me now? What does Ruan Ying really want?"

Ruan Jiao’s voice was slightly hoarse, "You may try to guess."

"Money, status; she lacks neither, and beastmen, with a wave of her hand she could have countless willing to offer themselves without seeking recognition... Silly sister, say it aloud, what does she want?"

Ruan Jiao raised her hand, spreading her palm, looking at her newly done, luxurious and extravagant manicure.

"Ruan Jiao, then what do you want?"

"Me? Naturally, I want the Ruan Family. Will you compete with me?"

She turned and smiled.

Not waiting for Ruan Li’s answer, she continued, "Currently, the only one able to inherit the family business is me, but your name is still on the family tree."

"Ruan Li, honestly, I’ve somewhat disliked you until now. Why, born so innately gifted, winning everyone’s attention, clearly having turned into a Level 1 Healing Ability waste female, yet still qualified to compete with me..."

"I used to think you were a threat, but now it seems you’re nothing but a pitiful craven."

Her mocking expression carried a trace of sympathy.

Ruan Li said nothing, she certainly knew what Ruan Ying wanted, but now...

She felt that Ruan Jiao was likely not just a knowledgeable party but possibly involved.

Otherwise, why would she be surprised at their first meeting that she hadn’t died yet... And now speak such ambiguous words.

But upon deep reflection, focusing profoundly on Ruan Ying’s intentions towards her, she could comprehend a thing or two from Ruan Jiao’s words.

Ruan Ying merely valued her resurrected healing ability—since Ruan Jiao is a younger generation, she must be connected somehow, possibly Ruan Ying used the Ruan Family to promise aiding her.

But now it seems... she still doesn’t quite understand.

Why did Ruan Jiao’s attitude towards her suddenly become so gentle?

Even last time, Ruan Ying also let go of the residential area under her threat.

Ruan Jiao swirled her glass of red wine, the smoke dissipated, revealing Ruan Li’s conflicted expression through the mist.