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Moonlight streamed into the room.
The moonlight was silver, so pure and radiant. Everything it touched looked so clean, so spotless… but did that include Wenren Ying and Wu Guanyue?
At that moment, Wu Guanyue seemed to be convulsing under some intensely powerful and terrifying stimulation. She trembled violently, both hands braced haphazardly against Wenren Ying’s chest as though she wanted to push him away just like this… But how could Wenren Ying be someone who could simply be pushed away?
His strong, powerful arms were like steel cast in iron, completely imprisoning her in a cage filled with heat and vitality. He held her tightly against his chest, leaving not even the slightest gap between them.
After a long while, Wenren Ying suddenly let out a long sigh.
It was a sigh of complete satisfaction, and also one of complete release. His arms slowly relaxed, and one large, rough hand stroked Wu Guanyue’s back again and again.
The gesture was gentle, with not the slightest intention of continuing to torment her. And yet Wu Guanyue’s body could hardly endure even this sensation.
“Mm… Brother Ying… Brother Ying…”
Her eyes were unfocused, and she looked as though she had been taken apart and put back together all over again. Her arms clung tightly around Wenren Ying. At that moment, she had been dragged into a terrifying abyss of sensation, and all she could do was hold on tightly to this man, because he was the only person she could rely on.
And yet she seemed to have forgotten that the reason she had been thrown into this abyss was all because of him!
Mm…
Wu Guanyue held Wenren Ying tightly, her head resting against his broad chest. All she could hear beside her ear was the powerful, rapid pounding of his heart… Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump… The sound seemed to fall into rhythm with her own heartbeat, the two becoming intertwined.
It was only after a long while that her consciousness gradually returned. Her scattered, unfocused eyes slowly regained their clarity…
Brother Ying—so, so frightening!
She lay against Wenren Ying’s broad chest, her flushed face stiff with embarrassment, seemingly lost in thought…
Wenren Ying had also temporarily regained his composure.
Temporarily, because the effects of the drug had not yet faded. In another little while, he would probably have to pull Little Yue into it again…
Wenren Ying: “…………”
Although doing this sort of thing with Little Yue did make him feel happy, Wenren Ying still felt a little awkward about continuing to do it with her over and over again…
Awkwardly, Wenren Ying stroked Wu Guanyue’s face and asked gently, “What are you thinking about, Little Yue?”
He was attempting to ease the awkwardness through casual conversation.
Lying on top of him, Wu Guanyue said solemnly, “I was thinking… men are all big bad wolves~!”
Wenren Ying: “.”
Wenren Ying: “…………”
Wenren Ying felt even more awkward. For a moment, he was utterly unable to say a word.
Wu Guanyue wriggled around in his arms. Her hair was tousled but incredibly soft, and with her curled up completely against his chest like this, she made Wenren Ying feel as though a particularly adorable and lively kitten were lying there.
Little Yue… was an adorable and lively girl herself…
And yet this lively, adorable Little Yue had been so frightened and miserable just moments ago. That version of Little Yue was actually rather…
Wu Guanyue: “…………”
Wu Guanyue said solemnly again, “Brother Ying, you did it again…”
Wenren Ying: “…………”
The corner of Wenren Ying’s mouth twitched. In a slightly hoarse voice, he said, “I’m sorry, I…”
He wanted to say that he was not usually like this… but once the words “I…” left his mouth, he felt that saying so would be, well, rather inappropriate.
Wu Guanyue raised her head and looked at Wenren Ying with wide, round eyes, seeming a little curious about his expression. In fact, she looked somewhat like Wuyun… Perhaps this was what they meant by like master, like pet?
Mm… Brother Ying looked a little troubled.
After all, with the drug’s effects bolstering him, he really had no way to control his reactions. He must feel at least a little… embarrassed.
His expression looked satisfied, yet within that satisfaction was also some plainly visible guilt and distress. His brows were slightly furrowed, as though some unknown form of self-loathing were taking place in his heart at that very moment.
And yet his body lay there so openly exposed, every inch of him resembling a Greek sculpture, brimming with the tension of strength and beauty.
Wu Guanyue could not help staring…
Brother Ying… was so perfect…
Actually, Wu Guanyue did not particularly like men who were overly confident. Of course, confidence was necessary—for instance, a man should possess absolute dominance in the fields he excelled at. But when it came to matters between men and women, a man who was too confident always made her think of Miaolangjun.
Someone like Brother Ying was perfect!
Without realizing it at all, Wenren Ying had once again struck a deep chord in Wu Guanyue’s heart. Her eyes sparkled, and her heart began to pound.
The way Brother Ying was now made her want to do something naughty…
Wu Guanyue began to feel restless. She suddenly reached out and quietly moved her hand downward, and then…
Wenren Ying’s body went rigid!
“L-Little Yue?”
The arm he had wrapped around Wu Guanyue suddenly tensed, causing the muscles in his arm to harden again. They pressed against the soft curve of her waist, apparently making her a little uncomfortable, and she let out a small “mm.”
But a mischievous smile appeared on her face—a smile Wenren Ying knew all too well.
Wu Guanyue: (*^▽^*)
Wu Guanyue: “Don’t move, Brother Ying… Let Little Yue help you…”
Her body slid down from Wenren Ying’s chest like milk, and the two of them shifted into an embrace facing one another. Wenren Ying still held her within the circle of one arm, but the situation had changed.
He was no longer the one imposing his will. He was the one being held in her grasp.
His Little Yue still had round eyes and was, as ever, the cutest and liveliest girl in the world… But was she really the purest? At the very least, at this moment, she was being rather wicked.
Wicked Little Yue gave a soft “mwah” and kissed his chest, where the distinct marks of her teeth were still visible.
Wenren Ying lowered his head and stared at her without blinking, as though he had become completely entranced…
Slowly, he relaxed himself, allowing himself to grow accustomed to being touched by Little Yue like this, allowing himself to enjoy her…
After who knew how long, the room finally fell silent once more. Even the moon had been hidden away, and the night had deepened to its darkest hour. The entire city of Meishan seemed to have fallen completely asleep. Only the two of them remained awake, nestled together and secretly savoring the sweetness of their love.
Wu Guanyue’s voice was soft and sweet. “Brother Ying~~ My hand is so tired…”
Wenren Ying’s voice still carried the faintest hint of a breathless rasp. “You’ve worked hard… Little Yue…”
Wu Guanyue was utterly relentless in her coquettish pleading. “I’ll only feel better if Brother Ying kisses me～～～”
The corners of Wenren Ying’s lips were practically impossible to keep from curving upward… Little Yue was so adorable…
He lowered his head and shared another long kiss with Wu Guanyue. Thankfully, the drug’s effects seemed to be fading, and it didn’t make him embarrassingly hard again…
Once the kiss ended, his chest rose and fell as he slowly regained his composure. Then he casually pulled on a pair of trousers and, bare-chested, pushed open the door to fetch water from the courtyard.
For ordinary people, drawing water was a physically demanding task. For cultivators, however… it naturally wasn’t. After a few trips, Wenren Ying had quickly filled the wooden tub—they had been at it for far too long today, so they really ought to wash properly before going to sleep.
When he returned to the room, Wu Guanyue was wrapped in… wrapped in his clothes, revealing a pair of large, round eyes as she stared at him.
The corners of Wenren Ying’s mouth lifted again despite himself…
Suddenly, he reached out and seized the long saber he had tossed onto the floor. The cloth wrapped around it fell away in an instant, and its gleaming blue-green blade cast its light across Wu Guanyue’s face.
Wu Guanyue: O-O!
Wu Guanyue: “Ah! Are you going to play a heartless, murderous swordsman who kills his lover after a night of passion? Mmph… Brother Ying, Brother Ying, Brother Ying—!”
Her two feet thrashed about on the bed like a fish’s tail… Somehow, he had hit another one of her buttons.
Wenren Ying: “…………”
The corner of Wenren Ying’s mouth twitched…
What on earth went through Little Yue’s head all day…?
He sighed helplessly. Slowly, he lowered the long saber into the tub. With a sharp sizzle, the cold well water came into contact with the blade and began to give off billowing steam.
Wenren Ying had a fire spirit root. Normally, once summer arrived, the heat of his alchemical flame would subject him to inhuman torment… But every now and then, that alchemical fire did come in handy.
…For example, when heating bathwater.
Wu Guanyue: O-O
Wu Guanyue: o(*////▽////*)q
Brother Ying… was so domestic…
Having heated the bathwater, the ever-domestic Wenren Ying flicked his saber once, set it aside, and returned to the bedside. He lifted the ever-domestic Wu Guanyue horizontally into his arms, carried her over to the tub, and gently lowered her into it.
Wu Guanyue blinked, waiting expectantly.
One minute passed… Nothing happened.
Wu Guanyue: “…………”
Wu Guanyue was utterly shocked. “Brother Ying, you’re not planning to bathe with me?!”
A bath together! A bath together! How could they not bathe together at a time like this?!
Such a direct invitation made Wenren Ying’s expression turn slightly unnatural. He turned his head and coughed lightly twice, as if he wanted to say something but found it too embarrassing to actually voice.
He couldn’t exactly say that he was afraid he might lose control again, could he…?
Still, he truly… couldn’t bear to leave Little Yue right now.
Wenren Ying let out a long breath and stepped into the tub as well, pulling Wu Guanyue completely into his embrace. Inch by inch, he began washing her, inside and out, without missing the slightest spot.
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