Chapter 59 When I say it's over, it's over.

The person in his arms was burning hot, tearing at the fabric of her collar and rubbing restlessly against him.

He was used to Xie Xun's cold words, and even when he was provoked, he would turn around and confront Xie Xun with a strong and assertive attitude.

This was the first time he had ever heard Xie Xun call his name in such a soft and alluring tone.

Like a feather tickling his heart, it itched and ignited a fire in his lower abdomen. His gaze towards the person in his arms shifted from clear to thick and ambiguous.

“Fu Qing...Huai,”

Xie Xun tilted her head back, her fair neck flushed pink, and her wet, fox-like eyes stared straight at him. "Are you impotent?"

"Oh……"

Fu Qinghuai's eyes surged with intense lust. Almost the instant his words fell, a powerful black mist suddenly spread throughout the cave, rampaging and crashing, even causing the piles of rubble inside to tremble.

In the blink of an eye, everything around them changed; the damp and dirty cave had become a wedding room.

Everywhere you look is red.

Crimson curtains hung from the beams and pillars, and thick red drapes covered the bed. Red lanterns adorned with the character "囍" (double happiness) stood on either side of the bed. Even the round table in front of the bed was covered with a red tablecloth with tassels, upon which were placed red candles and auspicious bowls.

Black candlesticks stood on either side of the room, their red candle flames flickering and illuminating the room's red hue.

Xie Xun felt even hotter.

The next second, his body went limp, and he was thrown onto the thick, bright red quilt of the wedding bed.

The solid feeling of falling cleared his muddled mind for a moment. As Xie Xun frowned and propped himself up, Fu Qinghuai was already leaning close.

"Am I capable?"

Fu Qinghuai placed one leg between Xie Xun's legs, his knee pressing against the mattress, his entire figure looming over him. He grabbed Xie Xun's hands and pressed them onto the red blanket, while his other hand pinched Xie Xun's chin. "Xunxun, why don't you try and see?"

Xie Xun's breathing immediately quickened, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, not wanting to appear too disheveled.

But her eyes were already red, and her lips were burning hot. Her usually aloof fox eyes were now glistening with tears, and reason and desire were struggling within them.

But this very appearance is more alluring than any deliberate seduction.

His body was burning hot, as if he had been thrown into lava, while Fu Qinghuai's body pressed against him was as cold as ice.

For him now, it was like the last drop of water in the desert; the moment it touched him, he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

Increasingly instinctively, she moved closer to Fu Qinghuai, wanting to absorb more.

Xie Xun's unconscious dependence was like the last straw, completely crushing Fu Qinghuai's already fragile self-control.

"Xie Xun, cultivate with me."

His hot breath brushed against Xie Xun's ear, each word like a hook falling, "Just like I told you before, dual cultivation is beneficial to both of us. It can not only relieve your current pain, but also make your future cultivation twice as effective."

"I can give you everything you want, including a massive increase in spiritual power and magical power."

Xie Xun didn't hear what he was saying at all, but nodded vaguely and took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, rubbing against him like a kitten in heat.

However, the anticipated further action did not materialize.

This thousand-year-old evil spirit, who usually spouts lewd remarks, became unusually well-behaved at the crucial moment, staring intently at him with his dark eyes. "But for dual cultivation, we need a legitimate reason. Xunxun, give me a title."

As he spoke, his fingers lingered on his skin, but he wouldn't go any further.

Xie Xun was being driven mad by the burning fire within him.

He didn't understand. She had clearly wanted to have a relationship with him before, so why was she pretending to be a gentleman now?

"So much nonsense..."

Xie Xun, panting, had eyes shimmering with impatience and confusion, along with a hint of annoyance born of torment, in his fox-like eyes. "Isn't this... what I've always wanted? Hurry up..."

He urged on, wanting to release his pent-up desire and end this agonizing torment as soon as possible.

Whether we're up or down doesn't matter; once today is over, it's all over!

"You're so casual?"

Instantly, black mist enveloped Fu Qinghuai, who grabbed his chin and demanded, "What happens after we're done? Once we're out of my barrier, you'll act like nothing happened? I, Fu Qinghuai, am not that kind of person. I don't want our first time together to be just a fleeting affair, and nothing more."

Xie Xun wanted to nod, as if to say yes.

What else? Isn't this the default assumption?

He didn't feel the need to make any promises, and he didn't even think he had fallen in love with the thousand-year-old evil spirit in front of him.

Isn't this kind of relationship all about everyone getting what they want, and everyone being happy?

It's over, so let's say goodbye and not bother each other anymore. Isn't that great?

But his remaining rationality told him that if he nodded at this moment, Fu Qinghuai might really give up and watch him be manipulated by lust to the point of being unable to control himself.

He absolutely will not allow it!

Even with his remaining rationality, he wanted to maintain control of the situation.

The love potion burned away Xie Xun's reason little by little, and an inexplicable fire surged up. He suddenly flipped over and pinned the other person down on the bed, straddling them and kissing them in his hands.

His kisses were haphazard and chaotic, more like a wolf cub venting its frustrations, leaving Fu Qinghuai covered in saliva but failing to achieve anything.

"Fu Qinghuai,"

Xie Xun, panting, tore open the other person's clothes with a sob in his voice, "Quick, quick, I..."

The last few words were muffled in his gasps, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Fu Qinghuai's heart was burning from his chaotic kisses. Looking at the person on top of him, whose eyes were red with anxiety but who was so innocent that he didn't know what to do, he felt a pang of pity and finally sighed resignedly.

"Searching,"

He grasped Xie Xun's erratic hand, lifted the covers, gently laid him down in the bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't rush, I'll teach you."

Fu Qinghuai has lived for over a thousand years. He has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run, so his theoretical knowledge is quite extensive.

But there's always a gap between seeing and doing; this was his first time experiencing real combat.

He then bent down, his movements somewhat clumsy, yet incredibly gentle.

He leaned in and kissed Xie Xun's forehead, his tightly closed eyes, and the tip of his nose. When Xie Xun was kissed, even his eyelashes trembled slightly; he was incredibly cute.

The kisses traveled downwards, finally hesitating before pressing against those lips, flushed crimson by the love potion.

He gently sucked on Xie Xun's lips, licking them with his tongue, soothing the person in his arms who was on the verge of collapse with tension, "Don't be afraid."

Xie Xun wrapped her arms around his neck, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. She tilted her head back to receive the gentle yet tantalizing kisses, and gradually became aroused and began to slowly try to respond to Fu Qinghuai.

This awkward response was like a pebble thrown into Fu Qinghuai's heart lake, gradually spreading out in ripples.

He couldn't help but deepen the kiss, yet he still restrained his strength, guiding the other person.

As their lips and tongues intertwined, their breaths grew increasingly hot.

His free hand went up to Xie Xun's waist, rubbing his burning skin through his wet, clinging clothes.

Xie Xun was so breathless from the kiss that soft sobs escaped his throat. His hands, which were wrapped around Fu Qinghuai's neck, tightened unconsciously, his fingertips hooking around a few strands of the other's hair and pulling them tightly.

Fu Qinghuai was in pain from being pulled, but his interest remained undiminished. He then moved downwards, and an unparalleled pleasure followed. Everything that followed was a natural progression.

Red candles flickered, curtains fell silently, and spring was in full bloom.

The pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles dripped lines of hot, solidified wax.

...

As the effects of the love potion gradually wore off, and his muddled mind began to clear, Xie Xun immediately pushed Fu Qinghuai away.

He got up to take a shower, and just now, through his swaying vision, he saw the bathroom.

But before he could take a few steps off the bed, the evil spirit laughed and pulled him into its arms from behind, saying, "Why are you running? It's not over yet, Xunxun."

Sweat dampened Fu Qinghuai's hair, making the devil's handsome appearance even more sexy and alluring.

Xie Xun felt unwell and had no interest in seeing how handsome he was. Besides, the love potion had worn off, so she had even less patience to coax him.

"When I say it's over, it's over."