Proud Goddess Falls in Love with Me
Chapter 1332 - 1332 1291 Treatment

1332: Chapter 1291: Treatment 1332: Chapter 1291: Treatment Lu Chuan stepped out of the bathroom, donned a bathrobe, then sat on the sofa, staring blankly at Ji Weiwei curled up in bed.

Thousand Faces had escaped, which was bound to be trouble.

From their two exchanges, Lu Chuan could already tell that Thousand Faces was incredibly powerful—at least for now, not weaker than the Tower Spirit of Little Tower.

Even with Tower Spirit catching Thousand Faces unprepared twice, it hadn’t gained any real advantage.

It could only be said that a Divine Artifact nurtured by the Empress herself and later developed spirit wisdom was indeed not so easily dealt with.

But then again, this did make the Tower Spirit’s combat abilities seem rather top-notch!

According to Tower Spirit, its current strength hadn’t fully awakened yet; after all, only the first level of the tower had been opened.

Even so, it could still go toe to toe with Thousand Faces.

If Tower Spirit’s power were to be fully restored, wouldn’t Lu Chuan be unstoppable?

Wait—forget unstoppable, even crawling would be enough.

Who would dare cross him?

As thoughts churned in Lu Chuan’s mind, Ji Weiwei let out a faint murmur, slowly opened her eyes, and finally woke up.

“Awake?

It’s already daylight.

You’ve slept for over ten hours.”

“I-I…

You—you—you!

Why are you half-naked?!”

Ji Weiwei struggled to sit up instinctively, following the voice to see Lu Chuan.

His upper body was bare, with only a bathrobe tied around his waist, covering the key areas.

“Well, I just finished showering, obviously I wouldn’t be fully dressed.

Scoot over, let me grab a bit of rest too.

Last night was exhausting.”

Lu Chuan yawned and lifted a corner of the quilt to slip in, making Ji Weiwei instantly spring up from the bed, clutch the blanket protectively to her chest, and stare at him wide-eyed and teary.

“You!

You’re bullying me again!”

“Don’t make baseless claims without evidence.

I can sue you for slander, you know?”

“Then why am I here with you?

Wait…

I think I remember something…”

Frowning deeply, Ji Weiwei displayed a touch of pain as she struggled to recall the events of last night.

Ever since encountering Lu Chuan three days ago, Thousand Faces had completely taken possession of her body.

These last few days, while she retained her memories, she was utterly unable to resist Thousand Faces’ will and had become like a puppet on strings.

And last night, Thousand Faces seemed to have learned some information and pursued an extraordinarily handsome man to Yunshui Mansion, only to fall into Lu Chuan’s trap.

So…

what happened next?

Ji Weiwei cautiously glanced at herself—her clothes were intact and there was no sign of pain.

That jerk, seriously, didn’t bully her?

In her surprise, Ji Weiwei felt a faint trace of…

dissatisfaction?

Ji Weiwei shook her head like a little rattle drum, trying to dispel her wild thoughts, and gulped nervously before speaking, “So, Thousand Faces is no longer inside me now?”

“Correct, but unfortunately, there’s no prize for you.”

Lu Chuan yawned again, turned to look at Ji Weiwei, and beckoned her over with his finger.

“I wasted a ton of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to set up the array, then drained my energy wielding the Divine Fire of the Sun to extract Thousand Faces.

Don’t think I did it just out of charity.”

“You…

What do you want?”

Looking into Lu Chuan’s glowing, enigmatic eyes, Ji Weiwei felt like a lamb lost among wolves, vulnerable and helpless—completely forgetting she still had her cultivation abilities.

“Come over, sleep with me.”

“No way…”

“You have no option to refuse, unless you want me to hand you back to Thousand Faces.

Make your choice.”

“You!

You’re forcing me into this, Lu Chuan, you bastard!”

Lu Chuan then lifted the blanket and patted the mattress beside him.

“I’ll count to three…

three…”

“Lu Chuan, you’re a complete jerk!

You’ve got so many women around you; why do you keep targeting me?”

“Two~”

“Lu Chuan, please stop bullying me, okay?

I’m really not easy to push around…”

“One!”

When the countdown ended, Ji Weiwei knew she couldn’t win against him.

With tears streaking her face, she reluctantly crawled into bed, stiff like a wooden plank, not cooperating at all.

In the end, Lu Chuan pinched her soft waist, eliciting a yelp from Ji Weiwei that made her unconsciously relax.

Lu Chuan was finally satisfied, pulled the blanket over both of them, and gently wrapped his arm around Ji Weiwei’s waist from behind, their figures snugly pressed together.

But beyond that, Lu Chuan made no further moves.

The scenario Ji Weiwei had painted in her head of being thoroughly “devoured” did not come to pass; Lu Chuan’s breathing steadily calmed down, and he genuinely seemed to be going to sleep.

Yet…

Why did Ji Weiwei feel an inexplicable warmth?

With a blush spreading across her face, Ji Weiwei bit her lip, desperately trying to resist the sensation.

The heat made her feel an unexplainable restlessness.

Even though Lu Chuan hadn’t done anything inappropriate—not even his hands had wandered, resting chastely on her lower abdomen—the warmth radiating from his palm was scalding.

“Lu…

Lu Chuan~”

Ji Weiwei wanted to push Lu Chuan away but now felt as though her body had turned to jelly, unable to muster any strength.

In this moment of weakness, a soft sound escaped her lips, intensifying Lu Chuan’s focus as he woke instantly.

Lu Chuan: “?”

“Why are you making such indecent noises?”

“W-what did you do?”

Already feeling flushed from the heat, Ji Weiwei was now overwhelmed with embarrassment after his response.

Her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

“I’m saving your life, of course.

Thousand Faces possessed your body, causing severe energy depletion.

Your soul was separated from your body for too long, destabilizing your foundation.

The heat you’re feeling now is the effect of the Nine Heavens Profound Fire.

You can’t handle such pure fire energy, so I’m acting as a conduit to gradually nourish your body.”

As he spoke, Lu Chuan’s voice grew increasingly hoarse.

“Do you think this is easy for me?

Although the Profound Fire can heal injuries, everything has its limits…

It’s agonizing for me, so cooperate a little, will you?”

With those words, Lu Chuan buried his face into Ji Weiwei’s shoulder and fell silent.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Hearing this, Ji Weiwei felt warmth fill her heart.

She could sense how labored Lu Chuan’s breaths had become, occasionally accompanied by low beast-like growls from his throat.

It wasn’t hard to imagine how torturous it must feel to endure the Profound Fire’s intense burn.

“Lu Chuan, you really don’t need to push yourself.

My injuries…

I’ll figure out a way on my own.”

“Ultimately, I’m the one who owes you…”

Having said this, Lu Chuan seemed completely drained of energy, his grip around Ji Weiwei’s waist softening considerably.

Tears brimmed in Ji Weiwei’s eyes as she looked at Lu Chuan.

With tightly shut eyes and brows furrowed, beads of sweat ran down his forehead, and he bit his lips firmly, suppressing any weak groans.

And this time, Ji Weiwei reached out to embrace Lu Chuan tightly.

Snuggled against Lu Chuan’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, Ji Weiwei felt an unusual sense of calm.

Staying in his arms, she gradually drifted off to sleep.