"Young Master Mu, you seem very nervous..."
The soft, seductive voice drew near along with the scent of pear blossoms, slipping into his ears and causing the already tense Mu Fengyun's Adam's apple to bob frantically.
Yuan Shu slowly stroked up Mu Fengyun's lower back with one hand, while her other hand did as it pleased against the bare skin of his chest.
Their bodies were pressed intimately close.
Mu Fengyun, who had always kept women at a thousand miles' distance, now seemed like a bewildered and helpless child.
Holding Yuan Shu's waist, his palms opened and clenched tight, then opened and clenched again.
Surprisingly, he could not muster the slightest bit of disgust in his heart.
Instead, because of Yuan Shu's proximity, he felt an inexplicable surge of joy.
Clearly, the female cultivators he wished to reject did not include Yuan Shu.
Mu Fengyun's breathing grew heavy, his body gradually heated up, and the atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous.
He lowered his head. His usually gentle and bright eyes were now deep and pitch-black, with hidden undercurrents surging within.
It seemed as though he was ready to do something at any moment.
His gaze fell upon Yuan Shu's face, sliding down from her charming, wickedly smiling eyes to land on her petite, crimson mouth.
Plump, moist, and shimmering with a faint watery gloss.
Like a ripe peach bearing crystal-clear water droplets after a heavy rain.
Sweet and enticing.
Mu Fengyun's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably once more, and a bodily instinct urged him to lean closer to Yuan Shu's small face.
The scent of pear blossoms grew clearer, like a carefully concocted perfume drilling into his nose, stirring that heart which had been sealed in dust for so long.
Their eyes met, their two faces close at hand.
Yuan Shu blinked, the corners of her mouth curling into a wicked smile, bold and unrestrained.
Mu Fengyun's heart trembled. The moment he embraced Yuan Shu's back, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
The seductive fragrance accompanied the soft touch, seemingly slipping in through the gaps of their lips.
Yuan Shu did not hide, nor did she panic.
She seemed to have anticipated this. Her beautiful large eyes curved into a smile, smiling incredibly beautifully.
Their breaths intertwined. An indescribable impulse made him part his lips, gently tasting her a couple of times.
Just as he had imagined, it was sweet and delicious.
His large palm caressed the back of Yuan Shu's neck. Applying force with his lips and tongue, he pried open her teeth.
As their breaths tangled, an unprecedented warmth spread from their lips and teeth throughout his entire body!
Mu Fengyun's eyes showed a hint of surprise.
This cold-dispelling effect seemed much stronger than when Yuan Shu used the fire element to dispel his cold just a moment ago?
Just as he was thinking, a little fish slipped between his lips and teeth, delivering even more breath.
Mu Fengyun's Adam's apple bobbed. His brain, which had still retained some reason just a moment ago, was now filled only with the taste of that crimson little mouth.
Waves of heat radiated from his body, seemingly urging him to want more, to go deeper.
Mu Fengyun's long arms tightened, pulling Yuan Shu completely into his embrace.
The kiss on her lips grew even more forceful.
...
Only after a long time, when his body was completely burning hot and his mouth was filled with the moving scent of pear blossoms...
...did Mu Fengyun pant slightly and release her lips.
"Shushu..."
His voice was hoarse. His eyes stared fixedly at Yuan Shu as his lips gently kissed the corner of her mouth.
Like treating a precious treasure, he cherished her beyond measure.
Yuan Shu laughed wantonly. She leaned lazily into his embrace, her long fingers pressing against his chest, her tone teasing.
"What is Young Master Mu doing? Flirting with an innocent female disciple...?"
She smiled wickedly, her tone melodious, and as she spoke, she pressed her fingertips hard, poking heavily at his chest.
Mu Fengyun's heart stirred. He grabbed her wrist and pressed it against his exposed chest.
"Wasn't it Shushu who flirted with an innocent male disciple first? Shushu's methods are superb; your senior brother couldn't withstand the temptation and accidentally fell into the trap."
He spoke in a hoarse voice, and as soon as the words left his mouth, he kissed her lips again.
This little mouth was so wicked. Not only did it flirt with him nimbly and unpredictably when kissing him...
...it was also so eloquent and sharp-tongued.
It was obviously her who lit the fire in him first. He just... just couldn't resist the temptation of his sweetheart.
Having had one experience, Mu Fengyun was clearly not as green this time as he had been just a moment ago.
In just a moment, he took the initiative to capture all the breath from Yuan Shu's lips.
Even so, he still wouldn't let her go.
His large hand tightly hugged her waist, holding her in his arms, kissing her again and again.
The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of their gradually heating breaths.
...
"Young Master, this body of yours..."
In the quiet backyard of the Mu Manor, Mu Fengyun's wrist was held by the manor's physician, who diagnosed him carefully.
The more he looked, the more shocked the physician's face became.
"How is it?"
Seeing the physician's expression, Mu Fengyun's heart tightened slightly.
Could it be that being drugged by those two Hehuan Sect disciples this time, and being exposed to the wind in the mountain cave for so long, had truly caused the Cangming Ice Soul cold energy in his body to spiral out of control?
The physician remained silent, making Mu Fengyun increasingly anxious. "How is it exactly? Has my condition... worsened again?"
He recalled how earlier in the room, Yuan Shu's breath was unsteady from his kisses, her body burning hot.
Just as his hand slipped under the hem of her clothes to grasp her slender waist, she reached out and stopped him.
She had said, "Your body is weak. You shouldn't engage in strenuous activity; you need to rest and recover more."
Saying that, she pulled his hand out from under her clothes.
And then... then she only allowed him to kiss her.
As for anything else, she rejected it all on the grounds of his weak body.
He was rejected by Yuan Shu!
That feeling made him very uncomfortable!
Mu Fengyun's heart leaped into his throat.
If his body really had a problem, would Yuan Shu be willing to see him again?
The physician was startled by Mu Fengyun's nervous appearance and hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, no, Young Master misunderstands."
"Your body's condition has not deteriorated. What I wanted to say just now is that your body has inexplicably gotten much better!"
"Could it be that Young Master took some miraculous medicine previously?"
Meeting the physician's eyes, which were bursting with a thirst for knowledge, Mu Fengyun was slightly stunned.
When he returned from the cave earlier, the physician had not said this.
He had said his body was weak, severely damaged, and that he must take his medicine on time and carefully nurse his health.
Now, he was asking about a miraculous medicine?
Where would he have any miraculous medicine?
The only thing he had done was stay close to Yuan Shu, letting her use the fire element in her body to dispel some of his cold.
But Yuan Shu had already done that in the cave. The physician couldn't be asking about that, so it must be...
At this moment, Mu Fengyun seemed to realize something. His eyes widened slightly as he turned his head, looking at the physician with a face full of disbelief.
He opened his mouth, but then, not knowing what crossed his mind, immediately shut it again.
"Did Young Master think of something? Is it a miraculous medicine for curing illnesses? Quickly, tell me so I can hear!"
"No." Hearing this, Mu Fengyun hurriedly waved his hand, flatly denying it. "I haven't taken any miraculous medicine."
The physician's face showed obvious disappointment.
Immersed in the pain of not knowing the miraculous medicine, he failed to notice Mu Fengyun's bright red ears hidden beneath his long hair.
After prescribing two doses of medicine and instructing Mu Fengyun to nurse his body well, the physician left.
When Mu Fengyun was the only one left in the room, his hand involuntarily touched his own lips.
If there was anything different from the time he returned from the cave until now, it would only be...
...the fact that Yuan Shu had kissed him in the bedroom earlier.
The exchange of breath, the intertwining of respirations.
Lips and teeth relying on each other, sharing their moisture.
Yet it was so profoundly moving, making one unable to resist reminiscing whenever there was a moment of pause.
