In the room, a woman clad in an ice-silk nightgown sat cross-legged on the bed. Her eyes were gently closed, her jade-like hands resting on her knees. She was as still as a snow lotus, breathtakingly beautiful.
Around her, a faint, ethereal cold aura permeated the air, instilling a sense of awe.
"Truly worthy of being a spirit!"
Ye Ming, sensing the aura emanating from Fang Junxue, couldn't help but sigh.
In Ye Ming's estimation, if Fang Junxue could maintain this cultivation speed, it wouldn't be long before she reached the level of sensing all things, and then step onto the true path of immortal cultivation.
At this moment, Fang Junxue seemed to sense something and slowly opened her eyes. The aura that had been gathered around her dissipated into the air.
"What's wrong with you?"
Fang Junxue got up and looked at Ye Ming, whose head was only half-way into the room, with a hint of confusion.
"Ah! I... nothing!" Ye Ming said awkwardly, rubbing his nose.
He couldn't possibly tell her that he had just been chased out!
Seeing Ye Ming's expression, Fang Junxue felt something strange, though she couldn't quite place it.
"Bang!"
The moment Ye Ming closed the door, his body transformed into a blur, and he pounced onto the just-risen Fang Junxue, pushing her back onto the bed.
Feeling the soft, delicate body beneath him and the unique, cool fragrance of Fang Junxue, Ye Ming's hormones surged.
He buried his head in Fang Junxue's disheveled raven hair, greedily inhaling the most beautiful scent in the world, and murmured, "Today, you guys ganged up to deal with me. Now, it's time for my revenge."
As he spoke, Ye Ming's hands began to explore hidden places.
"Mmm!"
Fang Junxue gasped softly, her hands gently stroking Ye Ming's head as if comforting a spoiled child, and she chuckled softly, "Then why only take revenge on me?"
Uh!
Fang Junxue's words caused Ye Ming's unruly hands to freeze.
He couldn't say that one was someone he didn't know well and was difficult to approach, while the other had just beaten him out.
Before Fang Junxue could press further, Ye Ming forcefully covered her tender lips with his own, preventing her from prying into his little secrets.
"Mmm! You... be quieter, I... Ah!"
Facing Ye Ming's onslaught, Fang Junxue was naturally no match. She could only pray that the man on her wouldn't be too wild. If Nangong Qianyu and the others heard the sounds of spring, how would she ever face anyone!
Therefore, to prevent such a thing from happening, Fang Junxue had to suppress her most primal voice, daring not to make any sound.
But how could she control the undulating sensations, like being on the clouds? Just as Fang Junxue was about to lose her last bit of self-control, Ye Ming solved this dilemma for her.
With a wave of his hand, an invisible barrier enveloped their room. Now, they could release the symphony of spring without any restraint.
With their inhibitions gone, their various passionate encounters and winding moans filled the small space, gradually forming a musical piece imbued with the essence of spring.
Only when the storm had passed did the symphony that had permeated the air cease.
Finally, the two exhausted performers also fell into a deep sleep, only to awaken with the rising sun.
...
"Xiao Qing, let's go!"
At the entrance of the hotel in the early morning, Du Yuemian stepped forward, looking at the slightly dazzling sunlight.
Behind her, Du Xiaoqing still held a long wooden box. But for some reason, even though she held the box, there was a wide gap between her and the box.
No one knew why.
"Sister Yuemian, do you think you can persuade him?" Du Xiaoqing tilted her small head, her eyes filled with worry.
"I don't know." Du Yuemian looked ahead, her steps carrying an air of invincibility. "If he doesn't agree, then I'll have to choose another way to make him agree." As she said this, Du Yuemian turned to look at the box on Du Xiaoqing's chest, her eyes filled with a complex emotion. "Although I don't want to do this."
Once the contents of this box were used, she wouldn't be able to predict what would happen next.
The two short blades she had used before had come from this box. However, the dimensions of those short blades were clearly inconsistent with the size of this long box.
So, what else was hidden within this box?
"Don't worry, Sister Yuemian! You're so beautiful, no one should be able to refuse you! Hehe!" Du Xiaoqing, seeing the heavy atmosphere, actually stared at Du Yuemian's graceful figure and teased her.
"Oh! Is that so?" Du Yuemian looked at Du Xiaoqing with a half-smile. "Our Xiao Qing has also grown up, and now she understands matters between men and women. It seems I'll have to find a good family for you to marry off."
"Ah!"
Upon hearing this, Du Xiaoqing's face fell. She quickly shook her head and wailed, "No! Sister Yuemian, I'm still young, I don't know anything, I was wrong!"
"Young!"
Hearing this word, Du Yuemian took a closer look at Du Xiaoqing. When she saw the wide gap between Du Xiaoqing and the box, she said meaningfully, "You're not that young anymore!"
"???" Du Xiaoqing.
...
After a night of intense effort, Ye Ming felt not the slightest fatigue but rather invigorated. While cooking, he even hummed a little tune.
"Oh! Someone's in a good mood!"
At this moment, Nangong Qianyu appeared at the kitchen door at some unknown time, looking at the triumphant Ye Ming and speaking teasingly.
"Uh!"
Upon seeing Nangong Qianyu, Ye Ming's pleasant mood instantly faded. In his mind, he recalled the embarrassing scene from the previous night in Nangong Qianyu's room.
"Why is someone speechless?" Nangong Qianyu walked forward, looking at the dark-faced Ye Ming, feeling an indescribable sense of triumph.
"Damn it! This is too infuriating!"
Seeing Nangong Qianyu's mocking gaze, Ye Ming couldn't take it anymore.
He grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, pressing his entire body against her, and covered her cherry-like lips with his own.
"Mmm!"
Nangong Qianyu's eyes widened, and she continuously beat against Ye Ming's chest. But with her limited strength, how could she break free?
Not only that, but her resistance seemed to ignite Ye Ming's even greater desire to attack. Finally, under his powerful onslaught, Nangong Qianyu's teeth gave way, and he entered.
This first intertwining of lips and tongues left Nangong Qianyu stunned. Her mind had already gone blank.
Her resistance had turned into acquiescence.
After two or three minutes of battle, Ye Ming released her.
Looking at Nangong Qianyu, whose face was flushed and whose eyes held a hint of enchantment, Ye Ming licked his lips and said with a wicked smile, "Do you want to continue?"
"I..."
This time, Nangong Qianyu came back to her senses. She dared not continue to challenge Ye Ming. In the end, she could only glare at him powerlessly and, with a red face, fled the kitchen.
The encounter just now had caused some shameful reactions in her body. Therefore, she had to change into a new set of clothes.
This time, for Nangong Qianyu, it was a case of losing the battle and suffering a double blow.