Chapter 397 Extra: Twins

Since the twins woke up, Jiang Xianwan has been sleeping with them every night.

Today, as everyone is parting ways, this is no exception.

As soon as it got dark, he easily sneaked into the palace next door, habitually opened the window, and climbed onto it with one leg.

Yao Ling was somewhat surprised by Jiang Xianwan's arrival.

At that time, he had just finished bathing, barefoot, wearing a soft nightgown, his black hair cascading down his back, and he was sitting cross-legged on the thick, soft fur, painting.

She looked up and came face to face with Jiang Xianwan, who didn't follow the usual path.

"elder sister?"

What brings you here?

Yao Ling hurriedly got up, and in her haste, she grabbed a book from the side and haphazardly covered the painting with it, her fair cheeks instantly turning red.

Feeling as awkward as a child, he didn't know where to put his hands for a moment.

Jiang Xianwan's eyes were deep, her gaze sweeping over the sliver of fair leg peeking out from the paper. She leaned against the window frame and remained silent for a moment.

I couldn't help but reflect on myself, wondering if I had been corrupting the innocent twins these past few days.

But she didn't feel embarrassed at all; it was just a matter of intimacy in the bedroom.

Besides, this drawing is quite good. In the future, when writing storybooks, the illustration work can be completely handed over to Yaoling and Xiuyin.

Jiang Xianwan, forgetting her lesson, stepped over with one leg and took his outstretched arm, saying, "I've come to find you and Xiuyin to sleep."

Yao Ling and Xiu Yin were both mentally unstable, and she came every night.

However, thinking of something, Jiang Xianwan's outstretched hand trembled slightly.

Whenever she appears, Yao Ling and Xiu Yin are always by her side.

Even when it comes to sleeping, neither of them wanted to be separated from her, and as a result, they ended up living together in a palace.

This led to her indulging in excessive sexual activity.

The way the fox and his companions looked at her and the twins held a chilling depth.

It's like... considering the possibility of trying something...

Yao Ling gently supported her waist, removed her shoes and socks, and held her on her lap. Her silver eyes were bright, but she seemed a little uneasy today. "Sister, tonight, how about..."

She came to keep him and Xiu Yin company every night, but had never been to either Feng Huixue's or Xiu Yin's room.

When they get together during the day, he always considers the two of them and doesn't have too many intimate interactions with Feng Huixue and the others.

How could he and Xiuyin keep their sister so tightly?

Thinking that she would sleep in another palace or stay in her own palace after leaving the two realms and two domains, I never expected her to climb in through the window again.

Yao Ling had already quickly accepted the reality that there were several men around his sister. During the day, he and Xiu Yin would also get close to Xing Xing and Qing Li, trying to get them to accept their presence.

Xingxing was so well-behaved, acting like a little adult. He not only patted his chest generously to accept them, but also explained his and Qingli's existence and called them "Daddy".

Even now, thinking about that sound makes his eyes well up with tears.

He knew his sister had waited a long time, but he never imagined that it would take five thousand years just to piece together their souls.

The little things she did, including going back to the time three hundred years ago, are enough to make one breathless just thinking about them.

Therefore, these days he and Xiu Yin did not immediately push her to Hua Buxiu and the other four, wanting to recover their souls as soon as possible.

Yao Ling blinked her eyelashes, hiding her tears, and smoothed her slightly disheveled dress. Her eyes then smiled, becoming two crescent moons, both sweet and joyful.

I decided to bring it up myself.

"Sister, stay with us for a while, then go back to sleep?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist, then rested his chin affectionately on her shoulder from behind, swaying gently.

He lingered on the sweet fragrance, still carrying the scent of him and Xiu Yin, like a child who had just tasted candy, his eyes curving with satisfaction.

“Sister is biased towards one another. She’ll have to coax them one by one later. Yao Ling will be reluctant, and Xiu Yin will be reluctant to give up either.”

Jiang Xianwan pretended not to notice his adorable little gesture, and watched as his eyes, as clear as freshly washed snow water, playfully winked at her. His gaze deepened, "Really... you want me to go back?"

Before he could respond, she leaned closer and licked the corner of his lips.

"Then I'll keep you company... and draw for a while?"

"Wait until Xiu Yin comes out before leaving?"

Those soft, plump lips, like flower petals glistening with sweet dew, pressed against her. Yao Ling immediately lowered her head in response, her arms around Yao Ling's waist tightening unconsciously.

Two little people suddenly popped into my mind and started fighting fiercely.

He secretly regretted that his desires were too strong and his self-control too poor, but he still managed to squeeze out a sliver of reason and move his lips away.

"Of course I'm reluctant to part with them, but... my sister hasn't spent much time with them in a long time."

"I want to talk to my sister for a while, and then I'll draw tomorrow."

He was afraid that once he picked up his pen, he would be reluctant to let his sister go, and he and Xiuyin couldn't keep her all to themselves forever.

The five of them, including Di Yin, were always humble and yielding, never speaking or arguing, giving them time to get along well with their sister.

Despite their deep longing, they all exercised extreme restraint and patience. When they couldn't sleep at night, they even went to the ice spring to bathe and play mahjong.

He also overheard Fei Ling's cryptic remarks, the fox cursing in the middle of the night, and Hua Buxiu and Yun Weize's cunning scheme to trick Di Yin into drinking strong liquor, to which Di Yin uttered a drunken "No" in his clear, cold voice...

Of course, everyone has their own nature to some extent.

But they could not ignore their tolerance.

Right now, I'm probably tossing and turning again, unable to fall asleep.

That's what she said, but her clear and bright eyes secretly glanced at the corner of the painting that was revealed, her jaw slightly tense, and a hint of impatience showing between her brows.

Dragons have always had a stronger desire for matters of the heart than mortals, and in some ways, they are also unusually crude.

When facing your partner, no matter how hard you try, it's difficult to completely suppress your inherent nature.

Yao Ling couldn't help but feel a little worried and awkward about her instinctive reaction. She wanted to be a gentleman who could remain unmoved by temptation, but she couldn't control her body. A little sweat broke out on her nose from her anxiety.

Seeing his conflicted thoughts written on his divine face, Jiang Xianwan simply watched, a hint of a smile playing in her eyes.

This face should not inspire any lustful thoughts; its beauty is ethereal, almost dreamlike.

Now, however, bathed in the glow of red candles and draped in light gauze, the red wax, like half-melted wax, drips and falls onto the branches of the crabapple tree, creating a scene of exquisite beauty.

Beauty can be deceiving; she couldn't even lift her feet, and her thoughts of finding any of the foxes were extinguished before they even surfaced.

His gaze shifted to the portrait in the corner, and he suppressed a laugh as he asked again.

"Really not going to draw?"

"You want my sister to leave?"

Yao Ling: "..."

He lowered his eyes slightly, taking in the loose, overlapping fabric of her clothes, and the traces of his and Xiu Yin still remained on her fair skin.

She rarely wore such a dazzling dress; her exposed skin was like a handful of snow, yet also revealed a hint of spring.

No need to do anything, just stir things up.

Even if the fox and Fei Ling stuck their eyes to her, they couldn't pry them off. The way Yun Weize and the other two looked at her was even more... like the way the demon and monster had stared at him and Xiu Yin that day, making it increasingly difficult for them to control themselves.

The nearly completed painting now held an irresistible allure for him.

Yao Ling's cheeks flushed, and her usually gentle eyes were suddenly filled with an astonishing desire. Deep within her pupils, a speck of gold suddenly lit up.

It has lost some of its softness and gained some of its strength.

Dragons are naturally blessed with powerful physiques and are always devoted to their mates, wishing they could stay in their nests for life.

He struggled for a moment, but when those eyes looked into his own, he felt everything go haywire.

The firm idea of ​​letting her go and being humble instantly crumbled into a pitiful ruin. The books were moved aside, and the calligraphy brush was placed in her hand.

His lowered eyelashes fluttered rapidly, then he gently placed his hand on her waist, his thin lips close to her ear. His voice was still soft, but his breathing was slightly heavy, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"Sister, don't go..."

"I want to draw with my sister..."

"Draw it like this..."

He was reluctant to let go, and secretly told himself, "Just... be stingy for one more night."

real.

He can do it.

He believed that Hugh Yin thought the same way.

Jiang Xianwan had no intention of leaving; she couldn't bear to part with Yao Ling, whether Yao Ling chased her away or not.

She had finally managed to raise the twins to be a little spoiled and arrogant, and she couldn't be happier for them to be even more spoiled and demand even more.

I don't feel ashamed at all being here like this.

As that low, husky voice brushed past his ear, Jiang Xianwan's fingertips trembled involuntarily.

She instinctively picked up the pen, her waist forming a supple and slender curve.

They were all extended warm invitations.

The crimson skirt resembled the scattering of sunset clouds, and the loose bodice was like evening clouds, piled up at the wrists, like a crescent moon being veiled.

She suddenly turned her head, her trembling eyes falling on a corner of the window frame, a delicate blush creeping up the tips of her ears.

A few strands of black hair fell down, sticking to her cheeks, a layer of crystal mist appeared in her eyes, and her brows were now filled with boundless spring colors, so alluring that she could almost drip water.

Yao Ling stared intently at the subtle changes in her eyes and brows, his heart almost melting.

His palm rested on her waist, his knuckles slightly white from restraint, and the muscles from her neck to her shoulders and arms were completely taut, revealing a kind of restrained tension.

But when a breeze blew in through the half-open window, the light gauze dress, seemingly about to fall, swayed and brushed between the two of them, causing his pupils to tremble.

"elder sister……"

His knuckles trembled suddenly, and he leaned down, gently pressing his forehead against the top of her head, pulling her into his trembling embrace.

Jiang Xianwan felt as if everything around her had frozen in place, her toes tensed, her disordered breathing suddenly stopped, and the pen in her hand trembled slightly.

The dragon race is powerful, but its very existence is a loss of proportion.

No matter how considerate Yao Ling is.

She still couldn't agree.

I even feel... that they are irreconcilable!

Yao Ling's expression was also quite pitiful. The clear color in her eyes was now tinged with a thin layer of red, like spring water reflecting peach blossoms, due to the overflowing emotions in them, and then spread to the corners of her eyes.

He rested his head on her delicate, white shoulder, his forehead slightly damp, his upright back stiff from trying so hard to control himself.

The taut muscles in her waist and abdomen now showed a subtle tremor.

With a slight frown, he buried his face in her neck and patiently and gently kissed her.

Upon closer inspection, his eyes were already vertical pupils.

Once her trembling subsided, she softly called his name. He shifted his gaze from the mark on her neck, freeing one hand to gently cover the back of her trembling hand, gathering her fingertips into his palm.

"Sister, I'll help you with the last stroke, and you can finish the last one. Once it's all done... let's hang it in our room, okay?"

Only the three of them can see it.

As Yao Ling thought this, she unconsciously calmed her disordered breathing, focusing all her attention on the tip of the pen that was slowly falling.

She appears gentle.

In reality... it took half of their lives.

Jiang Xianwan lowered her eyelashes, her lips slightly parted, and finally only a sweet and indistinct sob escaped her lips.

My mind was filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts.

If she were to finish the rest of the painting, it would probably take her eight years to complete it...

She surely understands twins... She definitely won't be the one who collapses first...

really.

Yao Ling guided her hand, slowly making a stroke on the drawing paper, then released her hand, and the brush rolled from her fingertips onto the soft fur.

The candlelight flickered and danced as she leaned against the table, casting a soft glow.

Yao Ling didn't look at the pen first; it had long lost its clear color. His fingers were long and strong.

His gaze fell on the pink fingertips, like newly blossoming petals, and the golden light in his dragon eyes flickered uncertainly. He lowered his head and sealed them with his lips.

Dragons are known for their terrifying possessiveness towards their mates, even treasuring the slightest cry of a dragon alone.

His heart was burning hot, the temperature almost scorching his chest. His breath was slightly heavy, and he said in a hoarse voice that could only be heard by the two of them, "Sister, would you please pick up the pen yourself?"

Her tone was as soft as spring water, yet it concealed a delicate, hook-like dependence that clung to her.

Jiang Xianwan knew that if she didn't pick it up, Yao Ling would thoughtfully pick it up for her.

The twins' domineering nature is never obvious, but it is only here that it is quietly revealed.

Her pale fingertips trembled slightly as she reached out to the ground, made two quick strokes, and finally managed to pick up the brush.

The moment she lowered her head, Yao Ling's breath hitched almost imperceptibly, then became long and deep.

He rested his head on her shoulder, his smooth waistline like a silent bow, revealing the boy's exquisite eyes and his long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly in the light and shadow.

With an almost obsessive and meticulous care, he depicted the slight bend in her neck and even every subtle change in her expression.

As she picked up the pen, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes briefly, and a thin layer of red spread across her face, like rouge spreading on snow.

I don't know if it was because of the overwhelming emotion I felt, or because of the tenderness that was just too wonderful.

"Sister...so good..." he murmured in a slightly hoarse voice.

She frowned slightly, exhaling a warm breath, "Sister, you only need to draw one stroke today..."

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

She should just say it.

Ignoring his silver eyes that seemed to hold a storm, his features remained gentle, giving her a momentary sense of being torn apart.

My heart was touched, but an invisible sense of oppression almost made me break apart.

If she weren't sitting down right now... people would probably still think that Yao Ling is still that gentle and docile boy.

But clearly, she's acting as a catalyst now.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have lowered his head to her ear and made such a sweet and cautious request in a slightly breathless voice.

"elder sister……"

"And... there are..."

"How pitiful."

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

She knew perfectly well that she was definitely not referring to Xiu Yin.

The boy, his hair damp with sweat, had eyes brimming with endless longing—it was too much. In his dazed state, Jiang Xianwan once again forgot the lesson learned the hard way.

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice abruptly stopped, and a few tears fell rapidly from her curled eyelashes.

On the scroll, only a few ripples of varying depths can be seen, spreading out quietly like water ripples.

Jiang Xianwan bit her lip tightly, but in the end she couldn't hold back a sob that she hadn't had time to hide.

“Radiant Spirit…”

If it were him, Yao Ling would definitely be panicked and in a state of utter confusion.

At this moment, the dragon's true nature was quietly revealed.

He instinctively pulled his arms closer, gently brushing a strand of her hair against her ear. He heard a soft, heart-melting whisper in her ear, and a low, husky response escaped his throat.

Jiang Xianwan barely managed to pick up his pen in the flickering candlelight, his wrist slowly drooping down.

The candlelight in front of her became increasingly chaotic, blurring her vision.

The twins are incredibly fierce... and she doesn't object to that at all!

She slowly lowered her brush, and just as she was about to lower her wrist again, she suddenly heard a faint sound.

Her moist eyes trembled as she turned to one side, her pupils dilating to their fullest extent, meeting a pair of deep, vertical pupils.

The boy was equally tall and handsome, his appearance mirroring Yao Ling's, like twin lotuses growing in water.

With fair skin, a high nose bridge, and even the slight curve of her pursed lips, she seemed to be cut from the same mold.

All of them are made of ice and snow, with jade as their bones. Their eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and nose are as if they were drawn by a single person, meticulously sketched without any difference.

Xiu Yin, wearing only a loose-fitting black silk robe with the belt undone and the front slightly open, walked over from the side hall.

A few strands of wet hair clung to the side of her neck, and her waist and abdomen showed clearly defined, well-defined muscles.

His eyes held a hint of coldness, but that coldness transformed into a soft, watery hue that was identical to Yao Ling's when it touched her.

Instead of immediately moving forward, he remained rooted to the spot, his gaze lingering there for a long time.

"elder sister……"

With a low, hoarse call, a startling darkness settled in his pupils as he leaned in to shield himself from the rapidly flickering candlelight.

It expresses all greed and is full of absurdity.