Chapter 88: Poor Technique (Part 2)
After Sang Jing had finished carving the eyes for the evil spirit, she also trimmed the other five features.
This time, it was eight or nine tenths similar to Xie Yu.
After doing all this, Sang Jing looked up and rubbed the back of her neck. Her eyes turned and saw the evil thing sitting beside her, staring straight at her, its face full of grievance and accusation, and a talisman on its mouth.
Sang Jing walked in front of her and reached out to take off the talisman. But Xie Yu turned her head and dodged her hand.
She was angry.
Her palm moved to the back of her neck. Sang Jing bent down and tilted her head, pressing her lips against the talisman, then opened her lips and took the talisman off with her mouth.
Xie Yu whispered, “Don’t think that you can…”
Before she could finish, Sang Jing came over again, her lips brushing against hers. “Don’t talk. I’ll let it out later. It’s a little cold. You can help me first.”
Xie Yu didn’t feel that Sang Jing was very cold, but she was very willing to help.
As for what had just happened, she could save it for later.
Sang Jing held Xie Yu’s wrist and pulled her up. She had been looking down for a long time and didn’t want to look down anymore.
After standing up, it was Xie Yu’s turn to look down. This was better for kissing. Sang Jing looked up to cooperate with her.
The cold and hot breaths intertwined, from the side of the table all the way to the bed.
Only when Xie Yu’s hands were on the bed did she come back to her senses. It seemed that she had been pulled over by Sang Jing.
A fragment of the fanfiction unconsciously flashed in her mind, and she began to lick her lips.
Was this… going to be what happened after the kiss?
Embarrassed, but also expectant.
Xie Yu was half-pressed on Sang Jing. She lowered her head and touched her nose, and suddenly smelled a fragrance.
So fragrant, so hungry…
Xie Yu searched for the fragrance, looked up at the window. It seemed to be coming from outside.
“Sang Jing, I want to go out…”
As soon as her voice fell, her vision flipped. The next second, her hands were bound by a puppet thread, the other end in Sang Jing’s hand.
Xie Yu’s eyes widened.
What, what are you doing!?
Sang Jing tilted her head and gave the evil spirit a look. The evil spirit, with its back to the bed, moved, opened the door, and walked out.
The outside of the homestay was very quiet, and not a single human voice could be heard.
The fragrance grew stronger and stronger, and it had a strange attraction for Xie Yu. She began to struggle, wanting to break free from the restraints on her hands and go out.
Sang Jing sat on her, looking at her urgent appearance with complicated emotions in her eyes.
She had guessed correctly. There was a “thief” in this courtyard, and her target was Xie Yu.
“Sang Jing…”
Sang Jing lowered her head and blocked Xie Yu’s lips, her hand pressing down on the wrists that were bound by the puppet thread. In the gap between their lips, she whispered, “Shh, be good. That thing is not good to eat.”
Xie Yu’s rationality came back a little. She nodded and raised her head to kiss Sang Jing to divert her attention.
“Mm, good girl.”
Sang Jing praised her, then deepened the kiss.
After a few minutes, the fragrance disappeared, but Xie Yu found that Sang Jing’s body had suddenly turned cold. The body that had been scorching hot just now was suddenly as if it had been thrown into ice water.
“You…”
A cold palm covered her, and Xie Yu did not continue.
Sang Jing was trembling all over, propped up above, and then she raised her index finger and placed it on her lips.
Shh—
Xie Yu looked at her with concern. The puppet thread on her wrist had loosened. Xie Yu quickly stood up and supported Sang Jing’s body.
Sang Jing lowered her head and rested it on Xie Yu’s shoulder. The coldness from her body was continuously transmitted up, as if it were about to freeze all the blood in her body.
This was the feedback the evil spirit had given her. All the yin energy from under the ancient town bridge had been poured into the evil spirit.
If it hadn’t been the evil spirit that had gone out…
Sang Jing bit her lower lip hard, trying not to let her voice escape.
Xie Yu watched from the side, anxious. She didn’t know what was going on. Sang Jing wouldn’t let her speak and was even holding her wrist, not letting her go out to find help.
After about half an hour of torment, the room door was opened and closed again. In the darkness, Xie Yu saw the evil spirit that had come in.
Sang Jing took a breath and completely collapsed on Xie Yu. At the same time, she also let go of her hand, but her fingers were still in a gripping posture, as if they had been frozen.
“Now… can I speak now?” Xie Yu asked, her lips close to Sang Jing’s ear.
Sang Jing’s voice was weak. “You can.”
“Don’t tell anyone about what happened tonight,” Sang Jing said, tilting her head, her lips brushing against Xie Yu’s neck. “It’s cold.”
Xie Yu sniffed, her voice a little choked. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Mm.”
Xie Yu put Sang Jing into the blanket, then went to kiss her.
She kissed her again and again. In the end, Xie Yu was the first to break down. Sang Jing couldn’t get warm at all. She slumped over Sang Jing and cried.
She said with a sob, “Should I go and get Bei Shan? I’ll go secretly so no one sees. Let her come and set up a formation for you.”
“A formation is really useless this time,” Sang Jing said, reaching out to touch her eyes.
Her hands, which were blue and purple from the cold and poor blood circulation, looked like a dead person’s. They didn’t look good on Xie Yu’s face, so she withdrew them.
“There’s a way to make me not so cold.”
“What?” Xie Yu found this familiar.
“Come here, closer,” Sang Jing said, looking at her.
Xie Yu brought her head closer.
Sang Jing whispered in her ear, “You read those fanfictions. Did you only learn how to kiss?”
Xie Yu was stunned. She blinked twice, then raised her head and looked down at Sang Jing.
Sang Jing’s skin was originally fair, but now her whole body was cold, and her blood vessels were visible. The blue and purple veins were very obvious.
Xie Yu’s gaze moved down, and she swallowed. “I… learned a little… something else.”
Sang Jing closed her eyes and took two deep breaths, which were also cold.
“Then you can show me how well you’ve learned.”
That being said, Xie Yu had not really finished reading many of them.
She still remembered the one in Playing in the Water, the one with the hot spring and the blindfold.
“Can I take another look?” Xie Yu glanced at the phone on the side.
Sang Jing: “…”
Is there also a case of flipping through a book on the spot for this kind of thing?
“No, no,” Xie Yu said, probably realizing how stupid her question was.
She supported herself on the bed with one hand and went to unbutton Sang Jing’s clothes with the other.
From top to bottom, in the end, after she had finished unbuttoning, her eyes did not move up, but kept staring at the blanket on the side.
Sang Jing laughed. She didn’t feel so cold anymore.
It was as if she were angry.
This laugh pulled Xie Yu’s gaze back. Looking at the unbuttoned Sang Jing, she cheered herself on in her heart.
You can do it, Xie Yu. You can do it. Just do what they do in the fanfiction!
Knowing that she was cold, Xie Yu didn’t dare to press on her. She first kissed Sang Jing, then followed her face to her ear, then to her collarbone, and kissed each place for a while, like checking in at a scenic spot.
Sang Jing’s breathing by her ear quickened a little. Xie Yu felt her hand being grabbed, and then she touched a piece of smooth, cold skin.
“Touch me.”
Sang Jing seemed to be unable to stand her slow, lingering kisses. She directly led her hand to her waist, and then up.
Her palm was holding something soft. Xie Yu was extremely shy, but she still gently kneaded it.
It seemed that they had also kissed in the fanfiction…
Xie Yu’s head went down. Sang Jing felt a little comforted in her heart. Fortunately, she didn’t have to teach her step by step.
If it weren’t for the fact that Xie Yu hadn’t started cultivating yet and didn’t have that many feelings, she wouldn’t have let herself be this dish first.
Before long, Sang Jing tilted her head back, a little gritted.
A wet coolness pressed against her leg. Sang Jing was enduring it so much she was about to sweat. A certain desire broke through the ground, but a certain ghost’s head was still only at her chest, and even her hands would only touch her back. Sometimes, a little bolder, she would touch her waist a couple of times, sneakily, like a thief.
In the end, Sang Jing took two quick breaths, reached out and pushed Xie Yu away, then wrapped her clothes and got out of bed to go to the bathroom.
After all that, she didn’t even take off her pants.
Xie Yu licked her lips and looked at her. “?”
Not continuing?
After taking a hot shower, Sang Jing came out and glanced at Xie Yu, who was still kneeling on the bed in that posture.
Sang Jing didn’t speak. She took the phone and gave it to her. “Read more, learn more. Your technique is too poor.”
Xie Yu held the phone, her eyes blank. Sang Jing’s words seemed to be replaying in her ear.
Your technique is too poor…
Your technique is too poor…
Your technique is too poor…
