Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 570 : Tang Yu’s Shyness (1)

In the distance, atop a snow-covered peak, a white figure stood, gazing in Ye Fei's direction.

An expert!

Ye Fei instantly labeled the figure in his mind, feeling a wave of astonishment. He hadn't expected there to be such a master in the world.

Though it was only a glance and the figure's appearance was obscured by the white surroundings, Ye Fei could sense that this person's strength far surpassed even the two great monks he had encountered before. This person's power seemed deeper than even Ye Ling's, who had absorbed eight hundred years of Earth's yin energy and had been aided by Ye Fei in refining it.

What Ye Fei didn't know was that the figure on the snowy peak was even more shocked than he was. Her disciple had mentioned that an unfathomably powerful expert had appeared at this martial arts conference, but she hadn't believed it. Her disciple was far from mastering her true teachings and thus lacked the experience to judge accurately.

But now, she was convinced. She had merely glanced at Ye Fei from dozens of miles away, yet he had sensed her presence. Such sensitivity suggested that his strength might even surpass her own. This was hard for her to accept—not because she couldn't handle the idea of someone being stronger, but because she couldn't believe such a master existed in the world.

After the brief exchange of gazes, Ye Fei urged his horse forward. He didn't sense any hostility from the figure, and even if there was, he wasn't afraid. Though the person was stronger than Ye Ling, they posed no real threat to him.

The journey back to the valley was uneventful. After helping Zhu Yuyan and the others set up their tents, Ye Fei called Miao Chan aside.

"What is it?" Miao Chan asked, her face flushing. Seeing Ye Fei acting so secretive and leading her to such a secluded spot, she thought he might want to do something improper—something that would disrespect the Buddha. Her heart was a mix of shyness and anticipation, as the sensations she had experienced before were so delightful that they had made her forget her nearly two decades of devotion to Buddhism.

Seeing Miao Chan's expression, Ye Fei knew exactly what she was thinking. He decided to tease her a little, gently stroking her smooth, shaved head. "What do you think?"

Miao Chan's scalp was one of her most sensitive areas, and Ye Fei's touch made her body go soft. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, which she quickly stifled. "T-that's not appropriate… it's still daytime," she stammered.

"So if it were nighttime, it would be okay?" Ye Fei asked with a smile.

"Mm," Miao Chan nodded softly. Though she had learned a lot about the world from Liu Yiru and the others, her habit of not lying hadn't changed.

Ye Fei chuckled, deciding not to tease her further. He pulled out the clothes and wig he had bought and handed them to her. "Put these on."

"What's this?" Miao Chan asked, puzzled by the wig.

"It's called a wig," Ye Fei explained, placing it on her head. He then explained his reasoning. Miao Chan, having grown up in a Buddhist environment, didn't care much about appearances. But seeing that Ye Fei liked it, she was happy to comply.

With the wig on, Miao Chan's entire demeanor changed. She went from a stunningly beautiful little nun with a shaved head to an adorable girl-next-door with long, flowing hair… or rather, a young woman.

When they returned to the group, Miao Chan's new look immediately drew praise. Liu Yiru smiled and said, "Since Miao Chan has decided to leave the monastic life, she should take on a new name. What was your family name before?"

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Miao Chan shook her head. "I don't know. My master raised me from a young age." Her expression darkened slightly, as leaving meant she might never see her master again. But the thought of leaving Ye Fei was equally unbearable.

Seeing Miao Chan's sadness, Ye Fei took her hand. "Don't worry. I'll take you to see your master when the time is right."

"Mm," Miao Chan nodded, her worries easing. Liu Yiru then suggested, "How about you take my surname, Liu, for now? As for the name, Miao Chan is lovely. You can be Liu Miao Chan from now on."

Miao Chan, who had no strong opinions on the matter, was happy to keep the name her master had given her.

After settling Miao Chan's name, the sky began to darken. The women enjoyed the dinner Ye Fei had prepared and then retired to their tents for the night.

"Ye Fei, you'll take care of Tang Yu tonight," Liu Yiru said as she left, giving him a meaningful wink.

Ye Fei understood perfectly. He smiled knowingly and made his way to his tent.

Tang Yu was still asleep when Ye Fei entered. He walked softly, gazing at her pale face with affection before turning on the tent's battery-powered light.

The light seemed to stir Tang Yu awake. She opened her eyes slowly and, seeing Ye Fei sitting beside her, blushed. "Brother Ye," she whispered.

"You're awake. Would you like something to eat?" Ye Fei asked gently.

"I'm not hungry, thank you, Brother Ye," Tang Yu replied, her eyes filled with shy affection.

Ye Fei had already decided to make Tang Yu his tonight. Seeing the tenderness in her gaze, he was certain she had feelings for him. His resolve only grew stronger. "Tang Yu, how's your injury?" he asked.

Tang Yu had taken the recovery pill and fallen asleep, so she wasn't sure about the state of her wound. "I don't know, but it doesn't hurt anymore," she said.

"Not feeling pain doesn't mean it's healed. Let me take a look," Ye Fei said softly.

"Ah?" Tang Yu was startled, her face flushing with embarrassment. Her injury was in a private area—how could she let a man see it?

Seeing her hesitation, Ye Fei looked deeply into her large, beautiful eyes. "Tang Yu, tell me… do you like me?"

"I…" Tang Yu's face turned crimson. Of course, she liked Ye Fei, but her shy nature made it impossible for her to say it out loud.

Ye Fei knew that with a girl like Tang Yu, he had to take the lead. "Tang Yu, I've liked you for a long time. I've liked you since the moment I first saw you," he confessed. He wasn't just teasing her—he truly had been captivated by her pure kindness from the start.

Hearing Ye Fei's confession, Tang Yu's face turned even redder, but her heart was filled with sweetness. She wanted to tell him she liked him too, but her shyness held her back.

"From that moment, I decided I wanted you to be my woman," Ye Fei continued, leaning closer. "If you don't want this, you can push me away."

Tang Yu had already accepted Ye Fei in her heart, so she didn't resist. Soon, he kissed her lips again. Unlike their first kiss, this time she was fully prepared, and she quickly lost herself in the joy of their connection.

After a long kiss, Ye Fei pulled back slightly and whispered in her ear, "Since you didn't push me away, you're my woman now, okay?"

Tang Yu nodded shyly, her face glowing with a deep blush. Though she knew Ye Fei had other women in his life, having grown up in a secluded, traditional sect, she didn't share the modern concept of monogamy.

"Now that we're husband and wife, it's okay for me to check your wound, right?" Ye Fei finally revealed his true intention.

Though she had accepted Ye Fei, the thought of him seeing her injury still made Tang Yu incredibly shy. She didn't answer, but she didn't stop him either.

Ye Fei gently helped Tang Yu lie back down. His hands moved to the buttons of her top, slowly undoing them.

Tang Yu's outfit was a traditional martial arts robe, and it took Ye Fei some effort to fully unbutton it. When he finally pulled it aside, his eyes lit up.