Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Chapter 274: Chapter 274: I Will Feed You

He looked down at her, a beautifully warm smile breaking across his handsome features.

"I will be feeding you myself today, Ruolan," he murmured, his voice rich, smooth, and laced with an affectionate undercurrent of absolute authority.

"Consider it a small compensation since I wasn’t by your side while you were pushing yourself through all that trouble this past week."

Hearing his magnetic voice offer such a startlingly intimate gesture, Ruolan’s face instantly flushed a brilliant shade of crimson.

A sudden, chaotic heat raced from her neck up to her earlobes.

Her heart throbbed wildly against her ribs, fluttering like a trapped bird, but under the heavy, intoxicating weight of his gentle dominance, she found she couldn’t bring herself to refuse.

The fierce, unapproachable pride of the Union’s top genius evaporated into thin air.

She gave a shy, submissive little nod, her blue eyes casting downward to avoid the piercing intensity of his gaze.

Shen Yu chuckled softly, the low vibration of his chest resonating in the quiet room.

He deftly picked up a tender, perfectly seared slice of the marbled snow-boar meat with the polished chopsticks, lifting it between them.

He held it up and blew gently across the glistening surface, his warm breath swirling the fragrant, Qi-dense steam.

Though her cultivation level meant her body could easily tolerate intense temperatures, this unnecessary, deeply protective gesture sent a sudden swarm of butterflies fluttering violently through her stomach.

No one had ever handled her with such delicate care, to the rest of the world, she was a lofty powerhouse or a prize tool, but to him, she was a creature to be shielded and pampered.

He slowly, deliberately guided the chopsticks directly to her lips.

Yielding entirely to his touch, Ruolan parted her lips and opened her mouth, daintily taking the tender meat from his grasp.

The exact moment the savory morsel touched her tongue, her blue eyes shot wide open in absolute astonishment.

The marbled pork literally melted inside her mouth, releasing a sudden, explosive burst of rich, complex juices paired with a clean, perfectly smooth rush of warm spiritual energy.

The vaporized Qi didn’t just sit in her stomach, it instantly cascaded straight down her throat like a rushing river, wrapping around her dantian and rapidly revitalizing her exhausted meridians far better than any top-tier recovery medicine ever could.

"Oh heavens..." she gasped, completely forgetting her lofty, dignified demeanor as she eagerly opened her mouth for the next bite, followed by a hasty, comforting spoonful of the sweet ginseng congee he offered next.

The masterful culinary contrast of the spicy, savory stir-fry with the smooth, honeyed warmth of the rice congee was absolute perfection.

"This is incredible! I’ve never tasted anything like this in my entire life!"

Shen Yu picked up a piece for himself, a slow, thoroughly satisfied smirk curling his lips as he watched the brilliant, fiercely independent alchemist yield completely to his cooking, eating with the uninhibited, needy joy of a starving child.

"Slow down, little alchemist," he chuckled darkly, his voice rich, deep, and dripping with a predatory satisfaction.

"There is plenty. Eat until you remember what it feels like to be alive."

Ruolan chewed slowly, her cheeks flushing an even deeper pink as the pure, unadulterated comfort of the meal spread throughout her limbs.

The dense, knotty tension that had locked up her shoulders for seven straight days dissolved entirely under the soothing warmth of the Ginseng Honey Congee.

For the first time in a week, the constant, low-frequency buzzing of spiritual formulas, cauldron heat-signatures, and structural calculations in her brain went completely silent.

Her hyperactive mind found peace, replaced by the simple, grounding rhythm of chewing and swallowing.

"I didn’t realize... just how empty I felt," she whispered softly, her blue eyes shimmering with a beautiful mixture of vulnerability and deep gratitude as she looked up at him.

Instinctively seeking more of his grounding warmth, she leaned a fraction closer to his side, her slender shoulder brushing against his dark robes.

"I was always taught that physical needs are a weakness to be purged as we ascend the ranks," she continued, her voice dropping into a soft, intimate register.

"We are told to rely solely on pills and fasting. But this... this doesn’t feel like a weakness at all."

"That is because the fools running your Union confuse asceticism with true mastery," Shen Yu murmured, his voice smooth and carrying the unyielding, terrifying weight of an ancient sovereign.

He picked up another tender piece of the snow-boar stir-fry, casually blowing on it before resting it against her lips.

"True strength does not come from denying the body, it comes from refining every single aspect of it. An alchemist who cannot appreciate the subtle, natural alchemy of a perfect meal is nothing more than a broken cauldron blindly following a script."

Ruolan opened her mouth submissively, accepting the bite with a quiet, breathless docility that would have absolutely horrified the lofty elders of the headquarters.

She chewed, her gaze locked onto the sharp sliver of his handsome jawline visible in the shadows.

The sheer contrast between his overwhelming, suffocating presence during their technical debates and this tender, deeply protective pampering was doing dangerous things to her psychology.

Every defensive wall she possessed was being systematically dismantled from the inside out.

She was rapidly craving his touch, her heart swelling with an intense, needy dependence on the mysterious man before her.

Within a short matter of time, the plate was picked entirely clean, and the bowls of congee were thoroughly emptied, leaving nothing but the lingering, dense aroma of pure spiritual sustenance in the air.

Ruolan let out a soft, contented sigh, her posture completely relaxed as she rested her hands over her stomach.

A vibrant, healthy glow had returned to her pale complexion, and her blue eyes, once heavily clouded with exhaustion, were now bright, luminous, and clear.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Mo," she said, her voice dropping into a soft, intimate register.

"I feel... completely restored. My meridians are flowing smoother than they have in months."

"Good," Shen Yu said, setting the polished chopsticks down onto the wooden table.

"I am feeling incredibly energetic now," Ruolan eagerly continued, a sudden spark of animation returning to her posture as she looked toward her desk

"I can actually begin the secondary phase of the flame-retention research right away—"

Flick.

Before she could even shift her weight, Shen Yu’s finger accurately flicked her forehead once again, instantly cutting off her sentence.

"No," he commanded, his deep voice carrying a smooth but absolute authority.

"You are going to sleep right now."

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