It was Yi Xian’er who plunged straight toward him from the shore.
Normally, no matter what clothes she wore, she could hide her massive, perfectly rounded breasts with remarkable skill. At a glance, her chest showed only the slightest swell—nothing out of the ordinary.
Only after her clothes came off could one glimpse those magnificent assets, peerless in both shape and size. They commanded the eye, leaving one to wonder just how she managed to conceal them so well.
The script mentioned it once: Yi Xian’er had grown up depending on her mother, only to lose her at thirteen and start fending for herself.
By then, her graceful figure was already taking shape, and her stunning looks drew attention. To avoid trouble, she had learned the arts of poison and breast-concealment.
Splash.
As the beauty entered the water, her soft, ample chest smothered Yan Zhen’s face, blotting out his vision.
His spiritual sense activated instinctively, and his hands wrapped around his confidante’s slender waist. Her lithe body pressed against him, her wet, slippery skin feeling like the embrace of a deep-sea mermaid.
It was a good while before Yi Xian’er released her hold. She knelt astride his lap and pulled him up from the water.
Splash.
Their hair and faces were drenched, warm pool water streaming down their bodies and back into the bath.
Yi Xian’er placed her hands on Yan Zhen’s shoulders, leaning in slightly to meet his gaze. With a playful smile, she said, “I’ve seen Long Ying throw herself into your arms like that so many times. It always made me want to try it myself. Today, I finally got my wish.”
Yan Zhen’s mouth twitched. Your “Meat Bomb Impacts” are worlds apart—unless Long Ying shifts back to her mature form.
“Long Ying always leaves my blood boiling. Don’t copy her.”
Yi Xian’er gave a coquettish laugh. “Doesn’t that mean I’m making your blood boil right now?”
Yan Zhen coughed twice, feigning seriousness. “No boiling. Just… concentrated.”
Yi Xian’er planted a kiss on his cheek and said softly, “Will you be a good baby for me?”
Yan Zhen’s face flushed. “What good baby? It’s not like you’re really nursing me.”
“You want the real thing?” Yi Xian’er bit her lip, blushing. “I-I know a secret recipe to make it happen.”
What!?
Yan Zhen lost his composure in an instant. His eyes widened like saucers, pupils locked on the tantalizing swell of her pale, bountiful breasts. His throat bobbed with an involuntary gulp.
The sound echoed clearly through the bath chamber. Yi Xian’er felt mortified inside but secretly thrilled.
He really does like it~
Yet Yan Zhen scolded her sternly. “What are you saying? We can’t ruin your health just for pleasure. It wouldn’t make me happy at all.”
Yi Xian’er could tell he meant it—no mere tsundere posturing.
“Alright, I was just asking. If you don’t like it, forget I said anything.”
Yan Zhen scratched his cheek. “It’s not that I don’t like it. Just… um, maybe when you’re pregnant like Cai Lian.”
“That’s ages away.”
“Not really. A few years fly by in the blink of an eye.”
“I want to get pregnant now. Myriad Snake keeps showing off right in front of me.”
“Uh, Cai Lian isn’t showing off, is she?”
“She parades around all day rubbing that barely-there bump. What else would you call it?”
“…”
“Since we can’t get pregnant yet, you be the good baby instead~” Yi Xian’er cupped her cherished treasure and offered it to Yan Zhen’s face. “I want what Myriad Snake has—and better~”
“Baby, my ass. No way.” Yan Zhen sounded glum, sulking. “You’re not that much bigger than me. Quit treating me like a kid.”
“Are you mad?”
“No.”
“You’re clearly mad.” Yi Xian’er put on a pitiful expression. “Don’t you like it anymore?”
“I’m not a baby.”
“I was joking. If you don’t want to be, then don’t. I just want to feed you. Open up?”
“No opening. Unless you kiss me first.”
Yi Xian’er leaned in at once, kissing Yan Zhen with exquisite tenderness, brimming with endless affection.
Only then did Yan Zhen bury his face back in her bosom. Under her watchful gaze, he surrendered to instinct.
“Yan Zhen, slow down. It’s all yours.” Yi Xian’er stroked her lover’s hair, gazing down at his immersed expression. Her heart fluttered. “Everything I have is yours—my body, my soul. Whenever you want it, it’s yours. Mm~ Yan Zhen…”
Hearing those familiar words, suckling that similar treasure, Yan Zhen almost felt like he was with his beautiful master.
But Xian’er was Xian’er—different from his beautiful master, and she didn’t need to be the same.
More than being pampered by her, Yan Zhen wanted to pamper her.
With that thought, he grew even gentler, more devoted, as if channeling his care to heal her body and soul.
Yi Xian’er obligingly narrowed her lovely eyes, hugging the back of his head so tightly it was like she wanted to draw him into her very being.
“Yan Zhen… ha… I love you… love you most of all.”
After a long while, once she had poured out her emotions, Yi Xian’er finally let go.
She had Yan Zhen stand, while she remained kneeling. Tilting her face up, she gazed at him adoringly.
“From this angle, it’s seriously intimidating~”
“That’s the power of the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame.”
“Really? It was already scary back in the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range.”
“Should I say, ‘Here comes the little flying stick’?”
“Don’t crack meme jokes at a time like this—you’re ruining the mood, you jerk~”
“Heh, I think it’s fine—hiss! Oh! Wait, Xian’er, I was wrong.”
Yi Xian’er let out a smug hum from her nose, serving her lover with all her skill.
When the moment felt right, the white-haired queen rose and melted back into Yan Zhen’s arms. Turning her back to him, she rubbed against him lightly, wordlessly coqueting.
Yan Zhen didn’t tease her. He moved in from behind.
Compared to over a year ago, he was an old hand now. Before leaving Cloud Heaven Palace, he had taken both Yun Xiu and Huangfu Wenqing—his beautiful master and disciple. He’d even held Yun Xiu’s legs apart for Huangfu Wenqing to see, leaving Yun Xiu so embarrassed she nearly fainted.
An hour later, the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased. The pair left the bath, lying on the dragon bed in quiet intimacy.
Yi Xian’er sprawled lazily atop Yan Zhen, her ear pressed to his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.
“Yan Zhen, do you think Myriad Snake is biting her handkerchief and crying right now?”
Yan Zhen patted his confidante’s head. “Cai Lian’s actually pretty generous, just like Zi Ji.”
“She can’t hold a candle to Zi Ji.”
“She’s just not straightforward. Deep down, she’s reasonable—as long as you stroke her the right way.”
“What fur does a snake have? Just cold, rough scales.”
“…Cough. Well, she has some. They all do.”
“You… you like hers like that?”
“I like them all. Including yours, Xian’er.”
“That’s more like it~”
