Tonight’s moonlight was exceptionally hazy and intoxicating. Even the gentle breeze blowing in through the window made one feel thoroughly at ease.
Deng Tianyu sat there, his body leaning backward, both hands propping himself up on the bed. The meat rod, pumping within that soft, moist oral cavity, had unknowingly spread a faint, dizzying blush across Qu Qirong’s cheeks. Deng Tianyu freed one hand to gently stroke the beautiful head beneath him, running fingers through her thick, silken hair, unable to resist sighing, “Aunt Rong, suck a little more…”
Hearing this, Qu Qirong slightly lifted her thick eyelashes, her water-like beautiful eyes glancing lightly at him. Yet she hooked a strand of hair beside her ear and, complying, tilted her slender neck back. The thick, large meat rod slowly withdrew from between the two bright red lips, the shaft, glistening with crystalline saliva, almost bridging like a furious dragon between her fragrant lips and the man’s groin.
Her small mouth once again held the large glans alone. Her cheeks subtly rhythmically moved, now hollowing, now bulging, the movement of her fragrant tongue visible beneath the white jade skin of her face…
“Squelch… slrp~”
Leaning against the edge of the bed, Deng Tianyu enjoyed Aunt Rong’s oral service, feeling so blissfully comfortable that his muscles relaxed and bones seemed to melt. Finally, with a deep thrust of his waist, he pushed nearly the entire meat rod into that wet, tender little mouth. Qu Qirong’s lips clamped down, forcefully sucking on the meat pestle. Her entire throat passage tightened, seeming to writhe continuously, trying every possible means to expel the foreign object forced inside. A numbing, ticklish pleasure spread through him, causing Deng Tianyu to shudder violently. A surge of thick, hot essence suddenly erupted, spraying straight into the depths of her tender throat…
Aunt Rong’s jade countenance was flushed red, her slender hand covering her cherry lips, absolutely not daring to look at her Tianyu. She hurriedly entered the inner chamber.
“Aunt Rong, I’ll… head back now!” The atmosphere at that moment was slightly awkward and intimate. Deng Tianyu felt both of them needed to calm down a little, so he turned and left the room. Just outside the door, he sighed softly again, “Tonight’s moonlight is truly exceptionally intoxicating, making one yearn to linger. It’s just a pity… tonight the moon is full, but tomorrow it will inevitably wane…”
Perhaps it was the recent stimulation of his nerve endings, or perhaps Aunt Rong’s tenderness, that made Deng Tianyu become somewhat sentimental. For tomorrow, he was to leave Xiaoxiang Elegant Garden. The Six Sect Martial Tournament was imminent, and he and Li Shishi were to represent the Purple Cloud Sect, heading to the Cosmos Sect at the uppermost reaches of the Hidden Mist River to participate in the tournament.
Carrying these somewhat melancholy thoughts, the moment he entered his own room, he discovered two small beings glowing with a six-colored luminescence twining around him. For some reason, he felt that Hongxue and Moxue seemed even more spiritually animated, as though they had been nourished by some spiritual object.
“You two aren’t sleeping in the middle of the night—don’t tell me you’re hungry?” It was only then Deng Tianyu realized he hadn’t fed the two little ones any spiritual items.
“Chirp… chirp…” As if understanding his words, Hongxue and Moxue shook their heads, merely circling around him, breathing something in with extreme greed.
Chirp… chirp? What did that mean? Deng Tianyu’s expression was odd, unable to figure out what they were doing. However, he also knew that a language barrier existed between them and would require more time together to understand. Just like with the little fox Yingying—he hadn’t understood what she was trying to say at first either. By now, he was a man versed in “Ying language.” Truly, as the saying goes: when traveling abroad, mastering another language brings only benefits, no harm.
Meanwhile, in the boudoir. Qu Qirong, having already freshened up, prepared warm water and scattered colorful flower petals into it. Only then did she remove the skin-toned stockings from her body, along with the Sect Master’s Wife Palace Skirt.
“Naughty Tianyu, always up to mischief!” Looking at the spots and marks on the lapel of the palace skirt, this mature, alluring beauty felt her fragrant heart tremble. Her cheeks and ears began burning anew, her beautiful eyes filled with intense shyness.
Her curvaceous, graceful body swaying, she stepped barefoot and slowly submerged herself into the bathtub. Leaning against the edge of the tub, the image from just moments ago continuously flashed through her mind. One moment, she would reveal a gentle, affectionate smile; the next, her elegant brows would furrow, her pearly teeth biting her lip, appearing both shy and vexed.
Qu Qirong herself didn’t know what had come over her! How could she have done such a ridiculous thing? Perhaps it was her Tianyu’s act of sparing nothing for her sake. Perhaps it was the explosion of that strange, unusual feeling within her heart. It was a combination of reasons that had made her proactively take the initiative, even swallowing every last drop of the essence her Tianyu had released.
“Splash…” Her slender hand stirred the water, creating ripples. Qu Qirong stared blankly at the exquisitely beautiful face reflected in the water. Her expression was inexplicably complex—flustered, ashamed, reproachful—but utterly without a trace of disgust.
“Is this what it feels like to like someone?” Qu Qirong clutched her chest infatuatedly, feeling the pounding of her fragrant heart, asking herself.
She could actually sense her own change. Perhaps in the eyes of others, she was the graceful and noble, unattainable Sect Master’s Wife. But deep within, she was just a lonely, ordinary woman who yearned for familial affection. Ever since her Tianyu appeared, the loneliness in Qu Qirong’s heart had been dispelled, and her longing for familial affection had been utterly fulfilled. Beyond that, a strange, indescribable, unusual emotion had also emerged, growing deeper and deeper until, in the end, she could no longer extricate herself.
She liked it when her Tianyu held her hand and taught her sketching. She liked it when her Tianyu embraced her waist and taught her [Cloud Carved Stone Carving]. She also liked it when her Tianyu called her “Aunt Rong” and almost greedily sought intimacy with her. Whether it was fingers intertwined, embraces and kisses, or now their mutual “courtesy reciprocated”… This emotion was like an extremely domineering poison. Just one trace, and it would rapidly spread to her very core.
“If this feeling of ‘like’ is a poison, then I only hope there will never be an antidote.”
A long while later, having finished her bath, Qu Qirong spoke softly. She slowly donned an ink-black palace skirt, covering that stirringly beautiful body, revealing a smile both incredibly gentle and deeply resolute. That smile was like a clear sky after snow, or a hundred flowers blossoming simultaneously—beautiful beyond compare.
Then, as if remembering something, her enchanting figure swaying, she walked to the window and withdrew the Cloud Carved Stone Album from her storage ring. Flipping to a blank page, recalling this trip to West Rime Lake, she grasped the carving knife and slowly began to engrave. Qu Qirong’s brows and eyes held a smile. From the initial journey to West Rime City, to the various sights and experiences in the small town, then to the Misty Rain Pavilion, and finally the Dance of the Flying Cod… She didn’t need to deliberately think; she merely carved out the vivid images in her memory, bit by bit, stroke by stroke. On the stone paper, her figure appeared, and his figure appeared, the two inseparable…
