Jiang Qingwan's face flushed slightly.

"There's no need to strip so naked."

Mo Yunhan chuckled softly, amused by her evasive gaze.

"You are my queen, and you may do whatever you want with my body. I will not resist."

These words were becoming increasingly excessive.

Jiang Qingwan glared at him angrily.

Those captivating eyes held absolutely no intimidation.

A tingling sensation ran through Mo Yunhan's heart as he watched.

It's very itchy.

Seeing his gaze growing increasingly intense, Jiang Qingwan felt extremely uncomfortable and turned her face away again, taking off her embroidered shoes and sitting on the bed.

"You come up too."

"good."

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

Jiang Qingwan didn't dare to look at him, and instead placed the furnace between the two of them.

Only then did he stretch his hands forward.

"Follow me, palms facing each other. I warn you, don't have any distracting thoughts, or else..."

She bit her lip lightly.

The man's calloused hand was already pressing against it.

Her heart started pounding, and she quickly calmed herself down and closed her eyes.

A spiritual bond connects us.

A faint, pale white light slowly enveloped Jiang Qingwan, flowing from her hands to Mo Yunhan's body.

Mo Yunhan was restless and distracted.

Suddenly, I felt as if a string in my mind had been pulled, and I felt a sharp pain.

When he came to his senses again, he found himself back in that peach orchard that resembled a fairyland.

This time, however, he was not standing in the peach grove, but floating in the pool.

In the pool filled with ethereal mist, cranes dance gracefully.

Ripples spread across his chest. In front of him, his palms pressed together, lay a woman whose clothes had been removed, revealing her fair, jade-like shoulders, smooth and delicate as cream.

The same ripples of water spread across her chest, barely obscuring the view beneath.

This was the first time Mo Yunhan had clearly seen the fairy's appearance in this place.

Her eyebrows were like distant green mountains, her nose was delicate and straight, and her pink lips, shrouded in mist, resembled a luscious cherry, tempting one to pick it.

Jiang Qingwan.

That fairy was actually Jiang Qingwan.

Therefore, his previous intrusions into this place were all because of Jiang Qingwan.

His emotions were churning, and a flood of unspoken feelings rushed in.

My breathing became extremely heavy.

Jiang Qingwan slowly opened her eyes at that moment.

Her long eyelashes trembled like butterflies, captivating the soul.

The moisture rising from those bright, dark eyes carried a delicate and fragile allure, making one yearn to pounce upon them and devour them whole.

"Do you want to become a eunuch?!"

Jiang Qingwan glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, her own face already flushed red.

Mo Yunhan could hardly contain himself.

With a slight movement, his large, well-defined hand slipped between the fingers of her small, fair hand, and they intertwined.

His voice was so hoarse it was unbelievable.

"I really can't stand you like this."

Jiang Qingwan's eyes turned red at the corners, making her even more alluring.

"You have to suppress it, even if you can't help it. Suppress those thoughts in your mind and don't let them come up again."

Mo Yunhan was taken aback.

"Can you read my mind?"

Jiang Qingwan didn't want to explain.

In order to save him in Xuanling Mountain, I had to use the spirit contract.

Only then can his body accept her spiritual cultivation.

However, if you want to receive spiritual nourishment, you need to enter the sea of ​​consciousness.

Within their sea of ​​consciousness, both individuals were completely naked, and the one who established the spiritual contract could perceive the other's thoughts with perfect accuracy.

At that moment, she could clearly feel Mo Yunhan trying to pounce on her and pin her down, doing this and that.

Seemingly finding it amusing, Mo Yunhan deliberately became increasingly unable to control himself.

All that could be seen was Jiang Qingwan's small face, neck, collarbone, and finally her entire body, which had turned into a red shrimp-like shape.

Jiang Qingwan could no longer hold back, quickly snapped back to reality, and slapped him across the face.

With a crisp "snap," it made a very clear sound.

Mo Yunhan was still savoring the moment when he was suddenly hit. He was only stunned for a moment before turning his face away and touching his cheek with the tip of his tongue.

The next moment, he leaned forward, forcefully pinned the person to the bed, and kissed them.

The scalding breath silenced Jiang Qingwan's gasps.

As their lips and tongues intertwined, all the rationality and composure in their minds turned into mush.

She let the man's large hand slide up her waist and onto her chest.

She arched her body in a daze and responded awkwardly.

The next moment, the man suddenly pulled away and left slightly.

His heavy breathing sprayed onto her cheeks, and his dark eyes were filled with lust, making him exceptionally frightening.

"Jiang Qingwan, don't seduce me. I'm a normal man, and I really can't help myself."

Jiang Qingwan felt that these words sounded somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite make sense of them, and her chest was still heaving violently.

Lost reason finally slowly returned.

She glared at him with red eyes.

"You've gone too far, yet you insist on blaming me. You're being unreasonable."

Mo Yunhan pecked her lips again.

It's not hard for me to fall in love with you.

This seems to be the first time the word "love" has been mentioned between the two of them.

Jiang Qingwan's heart was in great turmoil.

She reached out and forcefully pushed him away, then sat up and bent down to straighten her clothes.

Mo Yunhan tried to calm his body's reaction, his eyes fixed on Jiang Qingwan's back.

"Where was that place just now?"

Jiang Qingwan's mind was still a bit muddled at the moment, so she just casually replied.

"My sea of ​​consciousness."

"The sea of ​​consciousness?"

Mo Yunhan also sat up.

What is the sea of ​​consciousness?

Seeing that she had said too much, Jiang Qingwan waved her hand dismissively.

“Every practitioner develops something that you ordinary people don’t.”

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