"Look for yourself, and then you'll know," Wu Qianqian said excitedly, holding a mirror up to Yan Feifei's face, which was as beautiful as a flower or a piece of fine jade.

At that moment, a pang of jealousy and envy surged in Wu Qianqian's heart, for Yan Feifei was even more beautiful than she was.

Yan Feifei's eyes widened as she stared. She froze as if struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens. In the mirror was a peerlessly enchanting beauty, one who seemed both familiar and strangely foreign.

Is this me?! Yan Feifei screamed internally, her face a mask of disbelief.

"This... this must be a dream. Yes, a dream," she whispered, her voice desolate. "I'm dreaming about Senior Brother Zhang Bin, dreaming that he turned me into a beauty in just ten-odd minutes. The ugly duckling became a swan... What a ludicrous, naive dream. It seems I'll always dream of becoming beautiful. And I'll always have this regret... that I was disfigured, that I'm not a normal person, that I'll never know what I looked like before... If I hadn't been disfigured, would I have looked like this? Could I really have been this beautiful?"

Sadness clouded her features, and her eyes misted over.

Poor girl, Zhang Bin thought, a deep sympathy welling up inside him. She never knew her parents' love, and on top of that, she was disfigured. She must have faced countless acts of discrimination. Fortunately, I showed up to save her and restore her face. This counts as a good deed, right?

"Feifei, you're not dreaming. This really happened," Wu Qianqian said, her tone a mixture of earnestness and envy. "Brother Bin, your Senior Brother, used his miraculous medical skills to restore your face. I never imagined you were so beautiful."

Not a dream?

As if waking from a trance, Yan Feifei fiercely pinched her thigh.

OUCH.

She leaped up in pain, but there was no trace of suffering on her face—only an unprecedented ecstasy. Because she knew, with absolute certainty, that this was not a dream. It was real.

She had truly recovered her looks, becoming a breathtakingly charming beauty!

In the past, she had countless times envied beautiful women. No, she had envied even ordinary-looking women, because at least they weren't ugly. When they walked down the street, men would at least glance at them. The men might be disappointed, but they would never look disgusted. But if she walked down the street without her face covered, men wouldn't give her a second look. If they did happen to see her by accident, they would be utterly repulsed.

"Freak! It's not your fault you're so ugly, but it's wrong of you to come out and scare people."

"You little clown! You must have done too many bad things in your past life for the heavens to punish you by making you a freak for your whole life."

"Monster, you'd better not appear in front of me again."

"Ugly woman, who let you in here to scare people? If you scare away my customers, can you afford to pay for it? Get lost, now!"

...

Countless humiliating memories flooded her mind. She used to believe that she really must have done something terrible in a past life for the heavens to punish her so. That's why, in this life, she could only endure it all in silence, striving to be the kindest woman possible. But... but then why did the heavens also grant her such outstanding talent for cultivation, allowing her to advance a thousand miles in a single day?

Why?

It turned out none of it was her fault. She hadn't done anything wrong in her past life; she wasn't some unforgivable villain. It was all just an accident—a house fire, a terrible misfortune.

And she knew this now... because he appeared.

He was like an Immortal from a myth, using divine magic to restore her face and turn her into a stunningly beautiful woman. He was like a Prince Charming from a storybook, possessing magical power, reawakening her life and... asking her to warm his bed.

If Hell truly exists in this world, then he is the god who dares to shatter it. If retribution is real, then he is its end.

At this moment, Yan Feifei's heart was overflowing with excitement, joy, and gratitude for Zhang Bin. In the tender depths of her girlish heart, the image of a young man was deeply etched, never to be forgotten or erased.

"Senior Brother, thank you," Yan Feifei said bashfully. "I... I'll be sure to warm your bed well."

Hehehe... Zhang Bin chuckled inwardly, a wicked sound in his mind. Outwardly, however, a brilliant smile bloomed on his face. "That was just a joke," he said softly. "From now on, just focus on cultivating diligently. Grow strong quickly so you can help your Senior Brother deal with powerful and evil enemies. You have no idea how many enemies I have. The world is just filled with too many bad people and villains, and I'm their natural nemesis. I'm looking forward to your help."

"Senior Brother, I will cultivate with all my might! I'll definitely get stronger quickly to help you fight the bad guys," Yan Feifei said, her bright, sparkling eyes wide with determination. Then, with a blush, she added, "And... and I'll also try my best to become even more beautiful... to warm your bed and make you happy."

Having endured inhuman hardships and tasted too much bitterness, this fifteen-year-old girl had experienced the coldness of the world firsthand. It had granted her a natural intuition, an ability to clearly sense who was good to her, who was not, and what their intentions were. In all her fifteen years of life, since the day she was disfigured, Zhang Bin was the first person to ever be genuinely good to her.

Even the small Sect that took her in had only valued her cultivation talent. They forced her to train relentlessly, often whipping her, all to reap a huge profit from her abilities. Nevertheless, she was still immensely grateful to that little Sect and had vowed to repay them.

But Zhang Bin was different. He spent a fortune to win the bid for her, then used miraculous methods and medicines to restore her face. And yet, he seemed to have no ulterior motives. He only asked that she cultivate hard and join him in fighting villains and evil-doers.

What noble character! What an incredible young man!

She decided then and there. She would follow him for the rest of her life, through life and death, never to be separated. To be specific, that meant warming his bed, fighting evil at his side, and making the world a better place.

It must be said, the heart of a fifteen-year-old girl is like a poem—beautiful and timeless, carrying a delicate fragrance.

"Feifei, come now. Take off your clothes so I can treat the injuries on your body," Zhang Bin said, his fondness for her growing. His voice became exceptionally soft and warm.

Who could blame him? She had such great talent and knew how to repay kindness. Okay, that was a lie. The truth was, who could resist her now that she was so beautiful? And besides, she was going to warm his bed when she grew up.

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