Fantasy World: Seducing The Heroine At The Start-Chapter 121: Peaceful moment with Wang Ruo

The hall was quiet now, the faint crackle of lantern flames the only sound.

Feng Yun leaned back against the chair, loosening his robes slightly. His sharp eyes followed Wang Ruo as she returned from setting aside the tea tray. Her slender figure moved gracefully in the soft light, her long hair swaying behind her shoulders.

"Ruo, come here; I brought something for you."

His voice was low but commanding, and his hand stretched open, beckoning.

Wang Ruo’s cheeks warmed instantly. She nodded gently and walked over with measured steps. Without hesitation, she sat on his thighs, her weight pressing lightly against him. His arm slipped around her waist, pulling her closer, while she leaned forward, resting her cheek against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat reached her ears, calming her.

Her robes were thin, her body warm. Feng Yun could feel the soft rise of her curves pressed against him, her scent faint but sweet — like fresh rain mixed with a trace of tea leaves.

"A cake," Feng Yun said as he reached into his sleeve and placed a small wrapped box on the table. "Your favourite."

Wang Ruo blinked, her eyes brightening like a child’s. "Cake?" She quickly unwrapped it, delight spreading across her face as the familiar fragrance wafted into the air.

"Thank you, young master!" Her voice was soft but brimming with happiness. In her joy, she leaned up and planted a quick, sweet kiss on his lips.

She broke off a small piece and held it carefully before his mouth. "Here, you eat first."

Feng Yun accepted the bite with a faint smile. "Mm. As expected, you still remember I like the red bean filling."

Wang Ruo giggled softly, then took a piece for herself. They fed each other slowly, enjoying the simple sweetness of the moment. In this turbulent city, such peace felt rare, almost fragile.

After a while, Feng Yun’s gaze softened, and his voice grew quieter. "Ruo, we have been away from home for some time. You must be feeling homesick. Do you... want to go back?"

The question made her pause, her fingers still holding the last piece of cake.

She did feel homesick — she missed Maple Leaf City, the small courtyard where she grew up, the familiar streets and especially her mother. But she had never voiced it. She didn’t want to be a burden, nor did she want Feng Yun to worry about her.

So she lowered her head slightly and said softly, "A little bit... but it’s alright, young master. I am happy as long as I’m by your side. And... I’ve made a new friend. Changyu comes daily to play with me."

Her smile brightened again at the mention of Changyu.

Feng Yun’s brows eased as he listened. Changyu, the granddaughter of the Sword Saint, had indeed been visiting often. The two girls were of similar age and temperament, quickly growing close. Their laughter often drifted through the mansion, a rare softness amid the steel and blood that surrounded him.

He stroked her hair gently. "That’s good. You need companionship. But still..." His tone grew more serious.

Wang Ruo tilted her head, sensing the weight in his words.

"The Black Plain City is not safe anymore. The Black Wolf Guild will not let matters rest, and more troubling than them..." His eyes narrowed slightly, thoughts darkening. "...are the disappearances in the Black Mountains. Too many cultivators have vanished. Something bigger is stirring."

The flames in the lantern flickered as though responding to his words.

Wang Ruo’s hands tightened around his sleeve. "Young master, do you mean...?"

"Yes." Feng Yun’s gaze sharpened. "Blood will flow in this city soon. The storm is coming. And when it does, I don’t want you caught in it."

Silence fell. The sweetness of a moment ago faded into a quiet tension.

Feng Yun cupped her chin gently, lifting her face to meet his eyes. "Ruo, when the time comes, I will send you back to Maple Leaf City. The Sword Saint will escort you. You’ll be safe there."

Her lips trembled slightly, torn between fear and the unwillingness to leave him. "...But I want to stay with you."

He kissed her forehead softly, lingering. "I know. But if you stay, I’ll only worry. And if I worry, I cannot fight with my full strength. Do you understand?"

She nodded, resting her face against his chest again. "Then I will listen."

For a while, they sat quietly like that — his hand stroking her hair, her arms wrapped gently around him.

Outside, the night wind rustled the courtyard trees, carrying with it the faint scent of iron and smoke from distant streets.

The storm truly was coming.

But for this brief moment, in the small, warm hall of his mansion, Feng Yun allowed himself peace.

"Young Master, here take another bite!"

A faint chuckle escaped his lips as his hand slid down, boldly squeezing the softness of her chest through her robes. Her body shivered, her cheeks flushed a rosy red.

"You eat the cake," Feng Yun murmured near her ear, his voice low and teasing, "I will eat you later."

"Y-Young Master..." Wang Ruo’s voice turned faint, flustered. She buried her face against his chest, her lips curving despite herself. His boldness never failed to make her heart race.

Still, she obediently broke another piece of cake and lifted it to his lips, as though to hide her embarrassment in the sweetness.

After he ate, Feng Yun leaned back lazily, his palm still kneading her breast with a possessive touch. "By the way, what were you girls talking about before I came?"

"Hmm, nothing serious," Wang Ruo said softly, lowering her gaze as she took a small bite of the cake herself. "Just casual chatting... Sister Yuexi told me some stories from her childhood. And Sister Changyu was teasing me."

Wang Ruo smiled sweetly, then after a pause, her eyes brightened with curiosity. "Young Master, what do you think of Sister’s mother? I think she is sweet. She reminded me of my own mother."

Feng Yun’s lips quirked faintly. "Hmm. She has a gentle personality for someone at her level."

But even as he said it, an image of her lingered in his mind — that mature allure, the way her gown traced her curves, the undeniable heat of her figure that no man could easily ignore.

"...But don’t be fooled," he added, his tone steady, "women like her rarely reveal their true depths so easily."

Wang Ruo blinked, then nodded slowly. "That’s true... Still, she was kind to me. I liked her presence."

Feng Yun gave a low hum of agreement. His thoughts lingered for a moment on Leng Yuexi’s mother, her maturity, her subtle aura. But before he could say more, Wang Ruo leaned against his chest again and whispered shyly:

"Young Master, I think Sister Yuexi likes you."

Feng Yun raised a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Oh? And what makes you think that?"

Wang Ruo fiddled with the hem of his robe, her cheeks burning. "The way she looks at you sometimes... it’s different. She tries to hide it, but I can tell. It’s like... the way I look at you."

Her last words were nearly inaudible, as though afraid of being too bold.

Feng Yun chuckled, tilting her chin up with his fingers so her eyes met his. "Then what should I do, hmm? If your guess is right?"

Wang Ruo’s lips parted slightly, her breath quickening under his steady gaze. "I... I don’t know. But... no matter what, I will always stay by your side."

Her words were soft but firm, carrying a quiet determination that touched him more than she realized.

Feng Yun pressed a kiss to her lips, gentle at first but deepening as she melted into his arms. The taste of cake lingered faintly between them, sweet and warm. His hand slid down her back, pulling her closer, while hers clutched his robe as though afraid to let go.

When they parted, her face was flushed, her eyes hazy.

Feng Yun brushed her hair aside and whispered against her ear, "Good girl."