Qu Qirong had a dream.
In the dream, she and her Tianyu were painting in their room.
She half-leaned in Deng Tianyu’s embrace, greedily enjoying his affection and hug.
Without noticing, her hands and his were tightly clasped together, their ten fingers intertwined, able to feel the warmth at each other’s fingertips.
Gradually, their eyes met. Both could feel the heated breaths, and each other’s gazes held only the other.
At this time, the atmosphere slowly became intensely romantic.
As if sensing something, her and his gazes intertwined, their faces slowly drawing closer.
Just as the two were about to kiss, something unexpected happened.
Before her eyes, a woman had appeared out of nowhere, wearing a purple, sheer veil. Her aura was seductive, her figure alluring. She pushed Qu Qirong aside.
This woman wore a purple palace gown, her brows and eyes like a painting. Her every gesture, every smile, and every frown was filled with a mature, captivating allure.
She was like the bright moon in the hazy night sky—cold and seductive intertwined, noble yet not lacking in elegance.
After pushing her away, the woman in the purple dress shot her a teasing glance with her beautiful eyes, then embraced her Tianyu, rubbing ears and temples with him, being all lovey-dovey, displaying tender affection.
Qu Qirong felt a wave of suffocation. She desperately wanted to push away the woman stealing her Tianyu, but found that she was restrained and couldn’t move at all.
As if sensing her gaze, the woman in the purple dress curved her lips into a charming smile beneath her veil and actually kissed her Tianyu.
This aura, and this somewhat familiar silhouette… she recognized this woman in the purple dress—the other party was unmistakably Tianyu’s Shizun—Ning Wan!
“Haah…”
Suddenly, Qu Qirong awoke from her dream, gently exhaling a breath of stale air.
She sat up, her dark brows slightly furrowed, murmuring to herself, “Why would I have such a dream?”
“Could it be that I over-interpreted things in my dream because I heard Tianyu talking about Ning Wan earlier?”
Then she shook her head, decided not to dwell on it, and prepared to lie back down.
But at that moment, a series of “pssh-pssh” sounds rang out. Qu Qirong followed the sound and saw the curtain on the opposite bed swaying.
Then, her gaze fell to the window. It turned out that, unbeknownst to her, a strong wind had picked up outside.
The wind was fierce. It had blown the inkstone on the desk by the window off its stand. The ink inside had spilled as a result, flowing out like a stream and dripping onto the floor.
“Drip… drip…”
Before long, raindrops began hitting the window. The sound rose and fell, growing denser as the rain intensified.
The late winter days, nearing early spring, brought continuous bouts of rain. Although this rain carried a chill, Qu Qirong could feel the hints of spring contained within it.
She got up and draped a snow-white mink fur over her shoulders, lifted the bed curtain, and with light, graceful steps, came to the window. She closed it, tidied the desk, and then walked toward her own bed.
Passing by the edge of Deng Tianyu’s bed, Qu Qirong noticed that her Tianyu, who had been facing her earlier, had turned over at some point. He was wrapped in the bedding, pressing close to the wall on the inner side.
“So Tianyu likes sleeping against the inner side!”
A doting, affectionate smile bloomed on her face. She slowly lay down on the bed, pulled up her bedding to cover her full, graceful body, and closed her eyes.
Not long after, even breathing sounds echoed out, and the inner chamber fell silent again.
What Qu Qirong didn’t notice was that, at the edge of the inner side of the opposite bed, a pair of flawless, lotus-like feet clad in ice silkworm black silk peeked out.
Under the gossamer-thin stockings, the exquisitely beautiful feet, like fine jade, were tensed, the crystal-clear toes curled inward.
Deng Tianyu’s powerful hips pounded like flying, thrusting even faster than before.
Under the wave-like onslaught of pleasure, Ning Wan’s entire body was taut.
An overwhelming, breathtaking pleasure surged from below straight upward, only to be sealed back inside by a large mouth as it was about to escape her throat. It could only transform into a lingering whimper, pleasing the man alongside her trembling body.
Her flower heart grew increasingly numb. Pleasure completely submerged her tender heart. The creamy snow of her lower abdomen suddenly fluttered like waves.
Streams of love nectar gushed forth. The clamping passage in the throes of climax held the thick shaft tight, the tender walls spasming and constricting around it.
A slippery, swollen mass suddenly clenched around the tip. A numbing, hot, cream-like liquid bathed it.
This made Deng Tianyu shudder with pleasure. His ejaculation gate burst wide open. The thick essence he’d been holding in shot out like scorching arrows of fluid, straight into her flower heart.
Perhaps because the afterglow hadn’t yet faded, those ten toes, tinged with a seductive red, occasionally spasmed with light, subtle tremors, pulling at the ends of the stockings, sending moon-like ripples across the fabric from time to time.
“Shizun, how about we call it a night for testing the divine ability?”
Deng Tianyu let out a long breath of stale air. Under the bedding, besides his Shizun’s rich, elegant fragrance, there seemed to be a faint peach blossom scent mixed in.
Although the night was long, they couldn’t spend the entire night refining the ability, could they?
Up to this point, his Primordial Yang Reflux Art had been halted five times tonight.
Twice during the bath, and three times just during the “cultivation” session.
Such diligent, sleepless cultivation would certainly improve his understanding of the ability, but it was a bit draining on his spirit.
Most critically, Aunt Rong was on the bed right opposite! Wasn’t this a bit too…
“That won’t do!”
“Your Aunt Rong provoked me, so I naturally have to respond properly.”
Hearing this, Ning Wan, her expression dazed, turned her full, graceful body and lazily buried her head against her precious disciple’s chest.
For some reason, her breathing was still somewhat rapid. The orchid-scented breath she exhaled carried a sweetness and seductive allure, along with a heart-stirring, soul-snatching charm, as if she had just descended from the clouds.
“How did Aunt Rong provoke you, Shizun?”
Deng Tianyu asked, a little puzzled, as he gently tidied Shizun’s slightly disheveled hair.
“While I was in seclusion, she took you away to Xiaoxiang Elegant Garden without a word. If that isn’t provocation, what is?”
Ning Wan snorted discontentedly. Her slender hand found her precious disciple’s palm, and her fair, jade-like fingers slipped into place, their fingers now tightly interlocked.
At this moment, her incomparably beautiful face was as gorgeous as peach blossoms. A layer of fine, glistening sweat was spread on her crystal-clear forehead, looking extremely moist and lustrous.
Her words carried a thread of languid charm mixed with seductive allure, fully displaying the mature, captivating beauty’s charms.
“So, Shizun’s way of responding to provocation is this…?”
Feeling the warmth and softness of his Shizun’s smooth hand, Deng Tianyu was stunned.
How did this way of “responding to provocation” feel so incredibly wrong?
The key was, the palm and the back of the hand were both flesh—he was caught right in the middle, truly in an impossible dilemma.
“Your Aunt Rong secretly took you away, so I’m giving her a taste of her own medicine!”
Ning Wan gently breathed a puff of hot air into Deng Tianyu’s ear. She threw off the covers and sat up, her eyes like silk as she gazed at him.
Deng Tianyu looked helpless and sighed. “Was this really necessary?”
“Tianyu, my divine ability still needs two more times to complete the refinement. We can’t stop halfway!”
“And don’t you think this is an excellent environment for tempering one’s state of mind?”
Ning Wan smiled a charming smile and lightly traced circles on his chest with her slender finger.
Tempering one’s state of mind?
It did seem like it was quite the tempering.
But training in this kind of environment… if Aunt Rong really found out, his Dao Heart might just shatter completely.
Deng Tianyu glanced toward the bed opposite with some worry and guilt. Aunt Rong had already fallen asleep again, even showing a slight smile. His gaze then fell back on his Shizun.
Her perfect, alluring curves extended from her slender waist to her thighs, outlining the round, full contour of a ripe peach.
Her long, beautiful legs were wrapped in the whisper-thin ice silkworm black silk, all the way down to her rosy, crystalline heels, instantly displaying a kind of ultimate haziness and seduction.
Deng Tianyu felt there was a reason for his indecision.
It wasn’t that he was too hesitant; it was that his Shizun’s body was simply too alluring!
“Relax, Tianyu. Your Aunt Rong won’t find out!”
Seductive intent surged in Ning Wan’s beautiful eyes. Her alluring, full red lips lightly pecked Deng Tianyu’s lips. Her incredibly voluptuous and enchanting body slowly lowered itself.
Her round, graceful snow mounds slowly swallowed the dark meat pestle bit by bit. When her snowy hip pressed flush against his thigh, intense pleasure made both of them tilt their heads back and moan.
Having shot a load into his Shizun’s tender flower heart just moments ago seemed to have had no effect. Deng Tianyu’s member was still full of vigor.
Since he couldn’t resist, he could only enjoy it.
Deng Tianyu watched the pair of round, snow-creamy peaks on his Shizun’s chest bounce and leap unceasingly, quivering with lively motion, shaking up snow-white waves.
Unable to resist, he unleashed both hands, kneading the sharp, pert, and full breasts in his hands. They were perfectly teardrop-shaped, perky yet soft.
Meanwhile, his groin felt the pleasure of his Shizun lifting her hips and pumping. The tight, creamy, slick, soft, tender flesh meticulously and minutely nibbled and wrapped around him, nearly driving him mad!
He held his Shizun’s soft waist. Her snowy mounds sat down again. The two cherry-pink areolas and the erect, pert cherries above them bounced and swayed.
Deng Tianyu couldn’t help but squint his eyes in enjoyment…
