Watching the Beautiful Palace Lord’s blushing face and her adorably shy expression that she could barely endure, Yan Zhen knew this was the limit of what she could handle right now.
To push past her boundaries, he would take it step by step—next time, the time after that—gradually advancing until she fully opened herself to him, perhaps even discovering new pleasures along the way.
Yan Zhen silently turned around, leaning his back against the pool wall as he quietly waited for Yun Xiu to enter the water.
Soon, a wave of fragrance wafted toward him. Turning his head, he saw a beautiful leg extending from the edge, slowly slipping into the water.
Yun Xiu, now stripped of her clothes, sat beside him with her hands covering her ample chest and her legs pressed tightly together. She had simply coiled up her lustrous hair, exposing her fragrant shoulders, delicate collarbones, slender neck, and dainty ears. Her flawless, snow-white skin gleamed dazzlingly, and her curvaceous figure stirred his desires.
Hot!
Noticing Yan Zhen’s heated gaze, Yun Xiu felt both shy and delighted. In a soft voice, she said, “Don’t look at me like that~”
Yan Zhen quickly dropped his drooling leer and calmly replied, “If not like this, then how should I look at you?”
“Just like you normally do.”
“Normally, you’re wearing clothes. Right now, you’re not.”
“…”
Seeing Yan Zhen’s innocent expression, Yun Xiu knew he was up to no good.
“I-I’m not staying with you anymore.”
With that, she hurriedly swam toward the center of the pool. But it was too late. Just as she started to move, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, causing her to tumble softly onto his lap.
“Ah!”
With no skirt between them, the direct contact of her hips against his legs sent waves of intoxicating sensation through him.
Yan Zhen wrapped his arm around this exquisite beauty, pulling her into his embrace. Gazing deeply into her eyes, he said, “No more running away, Yun Xiu. Isn’t it good to stay by my side?”
Their eyes met, and Yun Xiu’s heart trembled. She gave up resisting, though she still kept her legs clamped together and her hands over her chest.
In her original plan, she had intended to confess everything to Yan Zhen tomorrow, after the Two-Year Battle Pact was settled and the dust had cleared.
The “bridal chamber” had been prepared specifically for tomorrow night, meant as a little surprise for him. She never imagined this impatient little rascal would be so eager, bullying her like this and even barging into her room, ruining all her careful preparations.
Moreover, sneaking around with her disciple’s fiancé on the eve of the decisive battle carried a strong sense of forbidden thrill that left her feeling deeply uneasy.
Yan Zhen held the Palace Lord’s slender waist, feeling the soft flesh there—supple and smooth to the touch, perfectly fitting in his grasp.
Though it couldn’t quite match Cai Lian’s serpentine flexibility, it was impressive in its own right: firm and resilient when she twisted.
His hand roamed up and down her waist, making her shiver lightly. He only stopped when she let out a stifled moan she could no longer hold back.
Yan Zhen leaned close to her stunning, ethereal face, and Yun Xiu closed her eyes, leaning in to meet him.
But after a long wait, the kiss she anticipated never came. She opened her eyes to find his face mere inches away, frozen in place.
Staring at the sweetness so tantalizingly close, Yun Xiu swallowed hard, her eyes revealing an unmistakable longing.
“Yan Zhen?”
Yan Zhen asked softly, “Do you want a kiss, Yun Xiu?”
Yun Xiu pursed her lips.
She loved kissing Yan Zhen more than anything—the press of their bodies, the meeting of their lips, filling her with dual bliss of body and soul. In their past life, it was what they did most often, leaving her utterly entranced. She would even turn from passive to aggressive, her fervor sometimes overwhelming even him.
Faced with such temptation, even knowing he was teasing her on purpose, she had no choice but to play along. With a barely audible hum, she assented.
Yan Zhen continued stroking her waist. “A hum isn’t enough. Say if you want it or not.”
“…I want it.”
Yan Zhen pressed on. “Do you want me to kiss you, or do you want to kiss me?”
“Either is fine.”
Yun Xiu leaned in and kissed him first.
Their lips finally met—first a light touch, then deepening rapidly, like flipping a switch that unleashed an unstoppable torrent of passion.
But after just a moment, Yan Zhen pulled back suddenly. Lost in the moment, Yun Xiu kissed empty air and blinked in confusion, as if wondering, “Where did that big kiss go? How is it gone?”
Still craving more, she licked her lips and gazed at Yan Zhen’s handsome face and the lips she’d sucked red. She leaned in again.
But Yan Zhen raised a hand to block her advance. Under her puzzled gaze, he said, “Uncover your hands.”
Yun Xiu quickly understood. Clutching her full breasts, she said weakly, “You can’t bully them.”
“Bully what?”
“You know… you know what I mean.”
“Alright, I won’t.”
“You have to keep your word, or else I won’t talk to you anymore.”
As she spoke, Yun Xiu released her hands, revealing the magnificent, heaving peaks of her beauty to her lover.
“Is this okay?”
Yun Xiu’s heart itched unbearably; even her breaths came hot.
Yan Zhen steadied her waist and leaned back. “You do it yourself.”
No sooner had he spoken than Yun Xiu eagerly kissed him.
Meanwhile, outside, Huangfu Wenqing arrived at the side hall and knocked on the door. Receiving no response, she sensed carefully and detected only Long Ying’s domineering aura inside. Understanding dawned on her.
She left the side hall and headed to the main hall, walking deeper inside step by step, her heartbeat quickening with each one.
Passing through the grand hall, then the Sitting Forgetting Hall, she activated the runes with a touch and entered Yun Xiu’s bedchamber.
Instead of announcing herself from outside as usual, she strode straight into her master’s room.
The room was empty, but intermittent gasps and soft moans drifted from the direction of the warm pool.
Huangfu Wenqing took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then walked toward the sound.
