Chapter 25: "...Ugh."

Upon hearing this, Sang Ying thought to herself, "How could that be?" Her hazy gaze involuntarily drifted to her hands, where the beautiful, eerie dragon tail scales on her slender fingers shimmered faintly.

She really had Xie Lingyu by the tail! Realizing this, she quickly let go as if she had been electrocuted.

"Whoever grabbed it, it was just an accident." She vehemently denied it, turning her head away and muttering, "With your tail wrapped around my waist, it's hard not to touch it, isn't it?"

As he spoke, he clenched his fingers. Putting everything else aside, the dragon tail did feel really good to the touch. It was as smooth and warm as jade, and it felt cool to the touch.

In that sense, he felt completely cool, like a piece of jade soaked in ice water. Sang Ying's back was pressed against his, held tightly in his arms, and she felt her feverish body cool down considerably.

She couldn't resist and leaned closer to him, pressing herself against him.

The next second, her waist suddenly loosened, the dragon tail released her, and then the cool jade she was leaning against was gone.

Sang Ying was momentarily confused. Her watery eyes looked back and saw the young man sitting two meters away from her, from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed.

What are you doing?

The young man in white leaned against the foot of the bed and looked up at her: "If we don't move further away, what if my junior sister loses and then claims she was influenced by me to renege on the debt?"

Sang Ying choked up, feeling a pang of guilt. Because that was truly what she thought.

But how could she admit it? She snorted, "How could I possibly cheat? You can stay where you want. And you're not allowed to touch me. We'll see who gives up first."

The young man leaned against the bed and casually replied with a "okay".

The dragon's tail swayed slowly behind it, its scales lush and alluring, and a few tufts of white hair at the tip of the tail brushed against the bed.

Sang Ying glanced at it.

Hmph. He ate the whole pill; its effects must be much stronger than hers. He might be faking it now, but he's probably just putting on a brave face and is actually quite weak inside. Isn't he the best at pretending?

Sang Ying thought firmly, kicked off her shoes, sat on the edge of the couch and swung her legs, the gold chain on her slender white ankles swaying gently.

The dragon's tail, which had been swaying rhythmically not far away, suddenly stopped. Sang Ying noticed it out of the corner of her eye and glanced over. She saw that the young man's gaze had just shifted away, looking elsewhere, and his breathing had become much heavier.

She immediately laughed, thinking she had found a way to mock him, and tilted her head up, "Senior brother, are you no longer capable?"

The young man repeated his words calmly, "Junior sister, you know it won't work without even trying?"

Sang Ying's ears suddenly turned red, "Pervert!"

She looks refined and aloof, but she keeps letting her touch her tail.

She turned her head, her eyes misty, biting her lip and fidgeting with her fingers.

The combined cultivation technique shown to her by the Cloud Cloud Cave Master meant using tails to... Her mind uncontrollably drifted to the Hehuan Sect's secret manual she had seen that day. When she turned to the back page, she accidentally glimpsed a page where all the tails in the illustrations had disappeared.

How did you do that?

Sang Ying didn't understand, but she saw that the female cultivator in the picture had a painful expression, frowning and biting her lip, her hand tightly gripping the person's arm.

Hmm, it seems that joint repair must be a very painful thing.

Sang Ying wasn't surprised. After all, when she was cultivating with her senior brothers at Minghua Mountain, she was in pain every day, suffering and exhausted, and all she wanted to do was slack off.

Cultivating alone is tiring enough; cultivating with someone else will definitely be even more tiring.

Her thoughts drifted, and Sang Ying couldn't help but wonder if Xie Lingyu would look down on her for her low cultivation level and lack of cultivation skills. She didn't have much talent, and if he were to cultivate with her, he would definitely think she was stupid.

...I should have looked at that secret manual first.

Wait, how did she just agree to cultivate together with him?

She never agreed to cultivate together with him. Humph, she hasn't even settled accounts with him for kidnapping her and kissing her yet! Who gave him permission to kiss her?

Lost in thought, Sang Ying's eyes grew increasingly moist, and her breathing became hotter. She turned to look at the young man at the foot of the bed. His face was blurry in her vision, but she could feel that his gaze was on her face.

The thick, melancholic gaze, from the eyebrows to the lips, was like a paintbrush slowly sketching on paper, wiping away bit by bit, making the scalp tingle and the spine tremble.

She panicked and covered her face with her hand, asking, "Why are you looking at me?"

The young man smiled softly.

Even though they were far away, the voice was low and brushed past my ear.

"Junior sister isn't even allowed to look?"

"No."

"But my junior sister looked at me just now too."

"I was observing the enemy's situation to see when you would admit defeat."

The young man seemed to chuckle. Sang Ying didn't hear him speak anymore. She lowered her hand, but suddenly saw a face so close to hers, with handsome eyes staring intently at her.

A rich sandalwood scent wafted over, enveloping her almost instantly. She felt dizzy for a moment, then quickly stepped back, her back slamming against the bedpost.

"Xie Lingyu, what are you doing!"

"Observe the enemy situation."

The young man lifted her chin with his knuckles, "Let's see when my junior sister admits defeat."

Sang Ying felt his fingers were warm and cool. Her hot and restless body uncontrollably craved the coolness. Before she could react, her little face had already pressed against his palm and rubbed against it.

Xie Lingyu watched her rubbing against him like a cat and chuckled, "Junior Sister, are you admitting defeat?"

"..."

Sang Ying was dazed for a few moments, then shook her head violently, "No!"

She pushed his hand away, rolled over onto the bed, and wrapped herself up in the blanket like a ball. "Don't bother me."

Outside the blanket, all was quiet. Sang Ying felt unwell and hot after a while, so she secretly lifted the blanket a little to breathe, but her gaze fell directly on a dragon's tail.

It was right next to the blanket, swaying leisurely, its tail tip adorned with a few fluffy white tufts. With a light flick, it almost brushed against her nose.

...So cute.

She remembered that the dragon's tail was also cool.

Sang Ying's wet eyes stared at the dragon's tail as it swayed back and forth. Finally, her drowsy mind couldn't resist, and she buried the dragon's tail under the covers and hugged it tightly.

"Mmm, so comfortable," Sang Ying said, pressing her face against the dragon's tail. The cool scales cooled her burning face.

Suddenly everything went white as the blanket was pulled back.

The young man looked down at the girl who was clutching her own tail pupa and raised an eyebrow. "Junior sister, what do you mean by this?"

Sang Ying felt guilty for a moment after realizing what had happened, but immediately became righteous again: "It crossed the line, I just moved it a little further away."

Reluctantly pushing the dragon tail away, Sang Ying was about to bury herself under the covers again when the dragon tail returned, its tip hooking her chin.

"If Junior Sister admits defeat, it's yours, how about it?"

The offer was just too tempting. Sang Ying stared at the dragon's tail in front of her, her mind still filled with the cool feeling from before. Her brain, which was almost overheated, had only one thought: she wanted it.

That despicable Xie Lingyu actually tried to bribe me!

But Sang Ying was a businesswoman, and naturally she was not to be outdone. She grabbed his finger in a daze and pressed the fingertip against her lips.

"If you give up, I'll let you kiss me once."

The young man chuckled softly, cupped her small face, and leaned in to kiss her, their lips touching. "Junior sister, this offer doesn't seem very tempting, does it? After all, even if you don't agree, I'll still kiss you."

He kissed her without even saying a word!

Sang Ying was annoyed. She grabbed his finger and bit it, her eyes filled with tears. "Yes, it was me who kissed you first."

The young man sighed softly, "But if I lose, I'll have to kneel for two hours."

Sang Ying gritted her teeth, "You can let me kiss you wherever you want."

"In that case, Junior Sister's conditions are indeed tempting."

Hearing him say that, Sang Ying thought he was going to agree, but then he abruptly changed the subject, saying, "However, I don't intend to admit defeat."

He chuckled softly, "After all, it seems like it's my junior sister who's about to give out?"

Sang Ying looked at him as he spoke, but she couldn't quite hear what he was saying. Her attention was focused on his lips, which were very pale and thin, giving off a cool and aloof vibe.

I just kissed it; it felt cool, soft, and fragrant.

I really want to...

Before my consciousness could even take control of my body, the cool, warm touch of her lips had already taken over my mind.

Sang Ying pressed down on his arm and leaned closer. Her wet, misty eyes met his lips, which were fragrant and soft, like a sweet dessert. She subconsciously stuck out her little tongue and licked them.

The next instant, the world suddenly spun around.

Sang Ying went from looking straight ahead to looking up, her head sinking into the pillow. She was still a little dazed, her breath had been stolen, and all she could taste was the sandalwood.

He kissed her fiercely and deeply, easily slipping his hand between her teeth and hooking her little tongue around, until the root of her tongue went numb from the kiss.

“…Ugh.”

Sang Ying seemed to have fallen into some soft trap, her consciousness was hazy, but her sense of touch and senses were exceptionally clear.

She could clearly feel his heavy breathing, the hand gripping her wrist, and the cool dragon tail.

It brushed past the ankle and wrapped around the calf, the smooth scales moving along the back of the leg.

It seemed to be raining outside. Fine raindrops pattered on the lotus flowers in the pond, and a few drops of sweet lotus dew were released, slowly dripping down the flower stamens and creating ripples on the water.

Suddenly, she regained consciousness and pushed him away.

She retreated in a panic, quickly pulling off the dragon tail wrapped around her legs, her ears turning bright red.

The young man calmed down slightly, raised his dark eyes to look at her: "Junior sister, you kissed me first, does that mean you're admitting defeat?"

Upon hearing those two words, Sang Ying became stubborn again, "You kissed me too, and for so long. I'm magnanimous, so I won't hold it against you. We're even."

Xie Lingyu stared at her intently. The girl's face was flushed, her eyes were filled with moisture, and the tip of her nose was red, like a little fox that had fallen headfirst into the snow.

He lowered his eyes. "Since neither of us is willing to admit defeat, and continuing this will only lead to the same result, why not call it a draw? What do you think, junior sister?"

Sang Ying sniffed; she was about to lose it too. She was trying her best to control herself, afraid that she would hug the dragon tail into her arms again in the next second.

"That's settled then, nobody won." She held out her hand. "Give me the antidote."

The young man laughed, "Junior Sister, didn't you hear when you obtained this medicine? The Love Binding is the most precious treasure of the Joyful Union Sect. There is no cure. The only antidote is... joint cultivation."

Sang Ying: ?

The older sister didn't say anything when she gave it to her!

The gold chain around her ankle was tugged, and the young man's long, slender fingers easily gripped her ankle bone, his fingertips rubbing it a few times. Sang Ying felt itchy and tried to pull away, but his grip tightened even more.

The young man leaned in and pressed down on her, his dragon tail hooking her chin, his dark eyes fixed on her like he was looking at prey.

"And who said neither of us won? A draw should mean that both my junior sister and I won."

He chuckled, "Since we've both won, we should both fulfill the agreed-upon conditions. I'll kneel before my junior sister for two hours, and she will..."

The dragon's tail burrowed into the hem of her skirt and wrapped around her legs.

The white hairs at the tip of its tail were scratching itchy.

"Do as I please."

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You little rascal, you're eating and taking things away! [dog head with rose in hand]

There should be another update at midnight.