Synopsis: (Not nop, let me say it again, there is only one female lead! The female lead will be chosen from the supporting characters.) Yun Zhan, a great figure in transmigration, is born with a &...
Chapter 64
Shi Mingyue blushed first, blood dripping from the tips of her ears. She was not from ancient times, but eighteen years of upbringing prevented her from doing such a thing.
Shi Mingyue bit her lip and uttered two words in a low voice: "Simply...debauched."
Her voice trembled so hard it almost broke, her fingertips dug into the hem of her clothes, the silk making a soft tearing sound, the fabric crumpling into a ball in her hands.
Moreover, Yun Zhan was her chosen wife; how could she allow him to... cultivate with another woman...?
This time, they really pushed her limits.
Shi Mingyue looked up and saw a faint, almost transparent red mark under Yun Zhan's collarbone. Yun Zhan looked to be in great pain, breathing heavily...
Seeing this, Mingyue felt a sharp pain in her heart.
After taking a deep breath, she said with difficulty, "If Yun Zhan absolutely needs it, then I..."
After that, Shi Mingyue didn't say anything, but simply moved forward half an inch with the tip of her shoe.
Pei Yanxi leaned against the window, the neon lights filtered into a cold glaze by the glass behind her.
After hearing 21's instructions, she didn't even raise her eyebrows, but simply tightened her crossed arms and silently nodded.
“I saw a lot of these things when I went abroad in my early years. If it were Yun Zhan, I could accept it.” Pei Yanxi had seen the absurdity of underground bars and was used to the daytime revelry on her own yacht.
At this moment, it's just a matter of replacing "curiosity" with "emergency relief."
Pei Yanxi walked to Yun Zhan's side, raised her hand to tidy up the stray hairs on Yun Zhan's forehead that were stuck together with cold sweat, and her fingertips brushed against his skin, which was frighteningly cold.
A faint shadow crossed her eyes in that instant, and her tone became somewhat anxious: "Hurry up, Yun Zhan doesn't look well."
The word "as soon as possible" rolled off her lips with a muffled sound like a wine cork being pulled out—crisp and without any aftertaste.
Wen Sixue huddled in the furthest chair, her back against the corner of the wall. The lamplight softened her features, and her earlobes were so red they looked like they could be squeezed for juice.
She dared not look at anyone else, only at Yun Zhan, watching his eyelashes flutter gently even in his unconscious state, as he murmured in distress.
The words 21 echoed in her mind, turning into a scalding mist that surged from her collarbone to her eyes.
Her fingertips were intertwined, her knuckles already twisted into a pretzel shape.
After a long silence, she opened her mouth and spoke in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "This kind of thing is indeed embarrassing... If Yun Zhan really needs it... I can do it too."
She spoke haltingly, yet with a gentle resilience.
21. Overjoyed, they taught them the dual cultivation method.
"Sisters, are you all coming up together, or taking turns? This master bedroom looks quite spacious..."
21 chuckled. "If we do it together, we'll achieve twice the result with half the effort. Yun Zhan will wake up soon, and then she can return to Yun Zhan's body."
Boo hoo~ I don't have to be a wandering system anymore.
"How...how could you say such a thing...Are you a proper elf?" Shi Mingyue finally couldn't hold back anymore, her cheeks turning so red they could bleed.
“The three of them together is indeed a bit…” Pei Yanxi lowered her head, even she couldn’t accept it.
"I...I can't, I don't want so many people to see..." Wen Sixue said hesitantly. She...only allowed Yun Zhan to see it.
After being rebuffed, 21 coughed awkwardly a few times before saying, "I was just saying. Taking turns is fine too. You guys take Yun Zhan to the master bedroom. Lock the door when the first person goes. About an hour should be enough for each person."
After 21 finished speaking, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became subtle.
That's all talk; now it's time to actually do it.
None of the three of them were shy, especially Shi Mingyue... She closed her eyes and did a long mental preparation before finally accepting the fact that Yun Zhan was going to cultivate with the other two people.
Together they led Yun Zhan to the master bedroom and set up the formation as 21 had instructed.
"Who goes first?" Pei Yanxi asked.
"I'll go first, my energy is better..." Shi Mingyue took a deep breath. For Yun Zhan's sake, she had no choice...
"I have no objection." Wen Sixue bit her lip and nodded; she wasn't mentally prepared yet.
The master bedroom light was dimmed to reveal only a halo of yellow light, like spilled honey on the dark bedding.
The door made a very soft "click" as it closed, like Shi Mingyue locking her heart inside her chest.
She stood at the foot of the bed, her fingertips first touching the first pearl button on the collar. The button was icy cold, her knuckles bent slightly, then pulled back slightly, the fabric of the silk shirt rustling softly in her palm.
Shi Mingyue bit her inner lip before finally letting the first, second, and last one slide down her cheek.
The shirt fell to the ground with a barely audible sound. Shi Mingyue hurriedly raised her hand to cover her collarbone, then realized that this was unnecessary.
Her fingertips gently touched Yun Zhan's brow: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you..."
Shi Mingyue leaned down, her knees sinking into the mattress, and lifted Yun Zhan's chin. The coolness under Yun Zhan's skin traveled up her palms, making her finger bones tremble, but it also brought out the fire that had been dormant in her bones for many years.
Lips touched, like two silent snowflakes testing each other's temperature.
When they kissed, Shi Mingyue's body trembled instinctively. She hadn't kissed Yun Zhan many times, so she was still a bit awkward.
Even in his unconscious state, Ke Yunzhan instinctively sought warmth, his lips slightly parted, like a frozen fox biting into a campfire. He breathed through it, the scent of pine and night rain wafting back.
Shi Mingyue then realized that the so-called "absorption" was not a one-way plunder, but a drowning whirlpool... The more she gave, the deeper Yun Zhan pulled her.
The air in his chest was gradually sucked out, only to be returned in the next second, carrying the ancient, sweet, metallic taste of the other's blood, like a spring gushing from beneath a snowfield.
She dared not deepen the kiss, giving only a fleeting, almost imperceptible caress, yet their foreheads pressed together, their breaths intertwining into an invisible net.
Their skin finally touched, and Shi Mingyue shuddered at first. Her own warmth collided with the other's coldness, like a hot knife cutting through wax, silently melting into a film of water.
She slowly turned to the side, letting Yun Zhan's collarbone rest against her shoulder. She dared not move, afraid that Yun Zhan would not be able to absorb her essence smoothly. She simply wrapped her arms around his back, placing her palms on his shoulder blades and gently closing them.
"Sweetie, I love you so much... It's okay to inhale a little more." Shi Mingyue looked at her with doting eyes, and tiny sparks suddenly ignited between their skin, drilling into her blood vessels through her pores, illuminating the dark river she had never shown to anyone before.
Outside the window, the wind swayed the shadows of the trees like a sheet of swaying rice paper, and the moonlight wrote two overlapping silhouettes on it.
Shi Mingyue closed her eyes and heard her own heartbeat being pulled by another, weaker but more ancient heartbeat, like two gears finally meshing together.
An hour had passed by the time she finished. Shi Mingyue had plenty of energy and did not feel particularly tired after being ingested. Her face was just a little flushed and her hair was slightly damp. When she came out, she had a thin layer of sweat on her body, which made people think a lot.
When Pei Yanxi pushed open the door, she took off her clothes without hesitation.
She kicked off her high heels, the heels hitting the floor with a crisp sound that carried a silent "finally".
The silk robe was just delivered by her assistant; it was burgundy, and when the ties were pulled, the whole thing slid down to her feet like a pool of melting night.
She showed no intention of admiring anyone, nor did she give herself any room to back down; she simply lifted the blanket and covered herself with it.
The mattress sank deep, and Yun Zhan's collarbone became more clearly visible amidst the vibrations.
She lowered her head, paused on those lips for a second, just a pause, and the next instant, she bit down directly, not a light peck, but a bite, with a trembling of her teeth, with a ruthlessness that seemed to chew up all the past rejections.
"Didn't you forbid me from kissing you on the ship? But I still managed to kiss you now." Pei Yanxi snorted, pressing Yun Zhan's lips until they turned red.
Her tongue parted her teeth, barging in without any restraint, but when it touched Yun Zhan's tongue, it suddenly softened, a sense of cherishing and possession arriving simultaneously.
The kiss was devoid of any etiquette; she chased after Yun Zhan's tongue, and in his dazed state, he could only passively receive it, which emboldened her further.
Cut your breath into pieces and send them down the other person's throat.
"If you still won't let me kiss you from now on, I'll kiss you every day."
She finished drinking in one gulp, then tilted her head to a different angle and covered him again. The saliva mingled and made a soft water sound. Her ears burned from listening to it, but she couldn't bear to stop, as if if they separated, all those countless times she had said "I don't want to be in a relationship" would come back.
After a deep kiss, Pei Yanxi stepped back half an inch, lowered her head and hugged Yun Zhan back into her arms. Their foreheads touched gently, with a tender kiss.
In the dim light, she let out a very low laugh, a laugh tinged with the sob of finally getting her wish: "I really like you so much."
The sound was crushed by the next wave of kisses, Pei Yanxi's kisses were passionate.
When skin touches skin, heartbeats almost synchronize, imprinting warmth into the still-cold flesh.
She didn't close her eyes; she kept them open, watching the thin shadows cast by Yun Zhan's eyelashes in the dim light.
Afterwards, Pei Yanxi wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her body was visibly weak, and she had to take several deep breaths to recover.
Wen Sixue was the last to arrive.
The girl squeezed through the crack in the door, first peeking in half her face to make sure the light was dim enough before moving her whole body in.
Yun Zhan lay quietly among the bedding, his breathing more steady than the previous two times, yet still as thin as ice.
Wen Sixue stood on the edge of the bed, her knees pressed together without a gap, her toes pointing inward. After a long while, she squatted down, her elbows resting on the edge of the mattress, as if approaching a moon that might shatter at any moment.
"Don't be nervous...it's happened before, this is Yun Zhan, there's nothing to be shy about..."
Wen Sixue recited it to herself several times, but when it came to actually doing it, she couldn't even find the first button.
She lowered her head, her hair falling down to cover her eyes. The moment the fabric left her collarbone, her shoulders immediately shrank into two thin wings, and her shoulder blades glowed with a pale pink hue under the light, the color spreading all the way to behind her ears, like the sudden appearance of dawn in the snow.
She climbed onto the bed very lightly, her knees rubbing against the sheets, making a soft rustling sound, like a cat treading on snow.
Her fingertips first touched Yun Zhan's brow, then slid hastily onto the pillow, before finally landing gently on the corner of his lips.
Finally, he bent down.
The moment their lips touched, she froze, her breath caught in her throat, and Yun Zhan's kiss still moved her deeply.
In his dazed state, Yun Zhan instinctively returned the kiss. That extremely slight response, transmitted through his lips, was more powerful than a flood.
Wen Sixue shuddered violently, a series of tiny shivers running from her shoulders to her toes, like a beaded chain being torn apart. She panicked and wanted to retreat, but her waist stiffened first, and she could only maintain that bent-over position, letting the shame surge from her chest to her collarbone, and then to her forehead.
The capillaries under the skin contracted and expanded one after another, and the hair on the shoulders turned red, like cinnabar dots on snow.
Their breaths mingled, and she wasn't quite sure how to breathe properly, so she could only peck lightly, one peck at a time. After each peck, she would press the tip of her nose against Yun Zhan's cheek, secretly sipping a mouthful of his cool breath, and then hastily return it. She dared not taste the saliva deeply, only a little moisture seeping out from the outer edge of her lips, which she hurriedly wiped away.
She doesn't have as many tricks up her sleeve as Pei Yanxi.
She dared not move, only wrapping her slender arms around Yun Zhan's back and pressing her entire chest against him, as if warming a fragile piece of jade with her body heat. She called out to Yun Zhan, her voice so soft it was almost drowned out by her own heartbeat.
After a long time, all she could do was maintain that awkward embrace, burying her face in Yun Zhan's neck, letting her disordered breaths sweep over the back of his ears, like snowflakes finding their home, yet afraid of melting too quickly, so she desperately tried to lower the temperature even further.
A breeze swept past the window, causing the shadows of the trees to sway.
Wen Sixue was the most easily embarrassed. When she was extremely shy, even her toes curled up, and the veins on the back of her feet stretched out. But her arms, which were wrapped around her, stubbornly tightened, not yielding an inch. That was the only thing she could offer, the most clumsy yet purest essence.
Like the first snow falling on the branches, knowing that it will disappear as soon as the sun comes out, it still stubbornly shines for the whole winter to see.