Chapter 179: Chapter 179: A Pair of "Sworn Enemies" Among the Beast Husbands?

"Yaoyao, I’ve missed you so much."

These simple words seemed to spill from the softest corner of Mingye’s heart, brimming with the longing and deep affection from his long journey.

A wave of warmth washed over Su Yaoyao. Her eyes welled with tears as she responded with deep affection, "Mingye, I’ve missed you, too."

The moment she finished speaking, Mingye lowered his head slightly, his movements as gentle as if he were handling the most precious treasure in the world.

His gaze was filled with deep affection and desire, and his breath grew warm.

He slowly leaned in, his lips first brushing the corner of Su Yaoyao’s mouth like a feather’s touch, full of tentative reverence.

Then, he pressed a little harder, their lips fitting together more closely. Su Yaoyao involuntarily closed her eyes, sinking into the love-filled atmosphere.

Mingye’s kiss deepened, his tongue lightly tracing the outline of Su Yaoyao’s lips as if to pour all his longing into it.

Their breaths began to mingle, and an intimate atmosphere spread through the quiet space like a gentle mist.

Meanwhile, the little fox, Lucia, managed to climb onto the bed, fighting through the pain of his injuries.

But before he could even steady himself, Mingye sensed the movement and kicked him mercilessly off the bed.

Yet, there was no sound of him hitting the floor.

A thick green snake had appeared from nowhere, coiling tightly around his body and binding his mouth shut.

The green snake had dark green, slitted pupils, and its two sharp fangs glinted coldly in the dark. It constantly flicked its forked tongue, HISSING, its icy gaze a clear warning to Lucia: Do not disturb its master.

Lucia’s heart leaped in shock as a wave of intense fear instantly washed over him.

He could clearly feel the snake’s suffocatingly oppressive aura, a pressure unique to those of a higher rank. It felt like a mountain crashing down on him, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Lucia was utterly shocked. He never imagined that the green snake before him possessed such incredible power—it was an SS-level!

In that instant, a realization struck Lucia like a bolt of lightning.

’A green snake... SS-level!’ he thought. ’Could this man be Mingye? The leader of the Anti-Imperial Organization, the Lord who controls Snake Scale City?’

Once the thought took root, it spread like wildfire through his mind.

He was inwardly astonished, his perception of Mingye’s strength completely transformed. He now understood that this man’s power was unfathomable, far more complex than he had ever imagined.

Then he had another rapid realization. ’Wait, does this mean there are sworn enemies among Su Yaoyao’s Beast Husbands?’ It seemed he’d just stumbled upon some juicy gossip.

The couple on the bed seemed to be in their own private world. Mingye’s kiss was passionate and deep, like a surging tide that completely submerged Su Yaoyao.

At first, Su Yaoyao was able to respond faintly, but as Mingye’s kiss grew more intense, she gradually found it hard to breathe, her heart pounding like a drum.

Not until Su Yaoyao’s face was flushed red and she was nearly out of breath did Mingye, as if waking from a dream, slowly release her.

His eyes filled with apology and affection. Panting slightly, he said, "Sorry, Yaoyao. It’s been too long since I could kiss you like this. I got a little carried away."

Su Yaoyao gave his chest a playful punch. The blow was soft, more of an affectionate, coquettish gesture.

She took a moment to steady her frantic breathing. "You’ve had such a long and tiring journey; you should get some sleep. I’m going to check if Lucia is asleep. I’m worried about him since he’s injured." As she spoke, she gently lifted the covers, preparing to get out of bed.

She had just started to move when Mingye grabbed her wrist.

Mingye’s voice was a lazy, indulgent drawl. He let out a soft "shhh." "Yaoyao, listen," he said. "He’s not making a sound. He must be fast asleep. Let’s not wake him."

Down below, hearing this, Lucia was absolutely fuming.

He was already miserable in the green snake’s coils, and now he was so enraged that he began to struggle in protest.

However, his struggles were futile. Sensing his resistance, the snake didn’t loosen its grip—it coiled even tighter, its frigid body seemingly intent on squeezing every last ounce of strength from Lucia.

Helpless, his body aching terribly, Lucia ran out of energy to struggle and could only give up.

Su Yaoyao listened intently. Hearing nothing, she nodded and slowly settled back into Mingye’s arms.

Mingye pulled her into a tight embrace, their bodies pressing together without a single gap, as if they had merged into one.

Feeling Mingye’s powerful heartbeat, Su Yaoyao’s face lit up with a blissful smile.

Before long, the sound of soft, even breathing filled the quiet room. The two fell asleep in each other’s arms, immersed in the warmth and security they found in one another on this peaceful night.

Only after Su Yaoyao was sound asleep did Mingye withdraw his Spiritual Body.

Lucia was finally free. He hung his head, looking completely dejected.

He had taken a huge loss in the clash with Mingye’s Spiritual Body, and there was nothing he could do about it. At this moment, he was overcome with a sense of powerlessness and grievance.

He collapsed onto the carpet, and before long, Lucia, too, fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, silently spilling into every corner of the palace and casting a faint golden glow over the entire room.

Augustine rose early and went to the Imperial Kitchen himself to fetch Su Yaoyao’s favorite breakfast pastries.

He carried the exquisite food box, his steps light yet careful, as if it contained not merely pastries, but all of his tender affection.

With steady steps, Augustine arrived at the entrance to Su Yaoyao’s palace.

A sharp-eyed servant at the door spotted him and immediately rushed over, bowing respectfully. "Your Majesty."

Augustine gave a slight nod and asked, "Is the Holy Female awake yet?"

The servant bowed again and replied, "No, Your Majesty. The Holy Female has not yet risen."

Hearing this, a fond smile unconsciously touched Augustine’s lips. He murmured softly, "That little sleepyhead."

Seeing this, the servant quickly asked, "Your Majesty, shall I go in and announce your arrival to the Holy Female?"

Augustine gave a slight wave of his hand. "No need," he said. "I’ll wake her myself."

With that, he carried the breakfast box straight to Su Yaoyao’s room and pushed the door open.

However, as he stepped into the room and his gaze fell upon the bed, he froze completely.

There, on Su Yaoyao’s bed, was another man.

The man was lying on his side, his back to Augustine, showing only a broad silhouette.