After Pei Ji finished bathing, he returned to the bedroom and saw Ning Ning sitting on the bed, thinking seriously about something.

She frowned in thought, rarely showing such a serious and distressed look, and her eyes lit up when she saw his figure.

Pei Ji subconsciously felt that the culprit that caused her so much distress might be related to him.

He and Ning Ning had not been together for long, and he often left Xuanxu and wandered around the world aimlessly.

Ning Ning was a person who could not sit still. Before staying in a place for a long time, she was eager to go somewhere else.

But she was nostalgic and could not bear to leave the unique scenery. After a while, the two of them simply bought houses in the places they liked, waiting for a whim in the future to go there and stay for a night.

For example, this courtyard surrounded by bamboo trees in the south city.

Ningning met an old friend in Qishan today. After a half-day gathering with Lu Wanxing and others, she had no strength left and leaned softly on the bed.

She bathed earlier than Pei Ji, and her long hair was gently tied up by a jade hairpin. A few scattered black hair fell down, and the evening breeze outside the window blew lightly across her face.

"Pei Ji."

Ning Ning looked at him seriously, her tone more serious than ever before: "I have something to discuss with you."

She paused, as if she was a little embarrassed, and hooked her finger at him: "Come here."

So Pei Ji obediently came forward and sat on the bed.

When he got closer, he could smell the faint fragrance of gardenia beside her.

Ning Ning had said it without hesitation before, but when the words in her heart were about to come out, she showed a slightly embarrassed look, and her ears gradually turned pink.

Fortunately, he was very patient. He lowered his eyes, lifted the girl's long hair by her ear, and tucked it behind her ear: "What?"

"That's it..."

Ning Ning raised her eyes and looked at him quickly, then quickly lowered her eyelashes. She paused with her lips pursed, and after a moment's pause, she spoke as if she had made a desperate move: "That's it, don't you think that every night... you are too fierce?"

Pei Ji was stunned.

He finally understood why Ning Ning blushed, and when he heard this sentence for the first time, his ears could not help but suddenly feel hot.

Is he "too fierce" sometimes?

They had just become a Taoist couple, and they didn't have much experience in this regard. At night, their minds would often intertwine, testing each other, and he would explore deeper and deeper, his spiritual power surging, and Ningning—

Ningning seemed to... often panting, exhausted and asking him to stop.

Although he rarely did, even if he did, she would grit her teeth and hold his arm, and hoarsely say to continue.

And every next day, no matter what happened the night before, Ningning would completely forget about it, and never showed any dissatisfaction.

So Pei Ji's ears turned red, and he asked her very seriously: "Did I make you...uncomfortable?"

"Not that I am uncomfortable, I am very satisfied - oh no!"

Ning Ning's breath became more and more confused. She wanted to use a stronger tone, but her voice remained almost panic-stricken and harsh: "What I mean is, tonight, I, I want to be the dominant one!"

Finally, she said it!

Ning Ning's heart was crying like a cat, and she was crazy about her courage. Today she wanted the slaves to turn over and become the masters, and overthrow Pei Ji's unscrupulous rule!

Pei Ji looked at her blankly .

Ning Ning pretended to be calm and looked at him. Because she didn't know how the other party would react, she was so nervous that her heart was half hanging in her chest.

Then she saw Pei Ji move slightly.

The young man who had just finished bathing climbed onto the bed, pulled her right hand and pressed it on his thin nightgown.

Then he gently pulled it to the side.

"... Like this?"

Critical hit.

Fatal critical hit.

He did this, with his clothes half covering his chest, revealing the fair skin inside, but his expression was always serious, with a hint of exploration and confusion.

Pure and lustful.

Ning Ning's face was flushed in a very shameless way, and Pei Ji saw that she did not object, so he kept holding the girl's right hand, leaned into the bed, and sat on the head of the bed.

An attitude of "I'm already lying down, you can do whatever you want."

He was so direct, and as the one who always said that she wanted to be the dominant one, Ning Ning felt flustered.

Fortunately, although they had little experience, it was better than nothing. She tried to prepare herself mentally, followed Pei Ji's movements, and pinched the boy's front that was sliding down.

Like slowly peeling a fruit that had been treasured for a long time, the part belonging to Pei Ji gradually came into view without any cover.

The sword cultivator's body has been trained for many years, and obvious muscles can be seen everywhere.

He is a thin type, with smooth and soft upper body curves. The thin shirt fell off a little bit, and when passing through the waist and abdomen, it showed a line that suddenly tightened and closed inward.

Ningning sat astride his trousered legs, and with a glance, she saw Pei Ji's right hand pressed tightly on the quilt, which was slightly white due to excessive force.

This is a micro-movement that only occurs unconsciously when one is nervous.

He always pretends to be stubborn, and no matter what he thinks in his heart, he will try to appear calm.

The candles in the room were still burning, casting a hazy dark red hue over the entire space, along with the fair profile and black eyes of the young man.

This should have been a very pleasing scene.

If you ignore the scars running across his body.

Pei Ji has suffered a lot of injuries since he was a child. In the beginning, he could not receive timely treatment because he could not find medicine. Later, when he grew up and entered Xuanxu, he became accustomed to the scars and did not care much about them, and rarely treated them intentionally.

So now when she lifted her clothes, she could see old scars all over her skin, on her chest, arms and abdomen, all of which were dark brown and light red long scars.

It looked like they had been bitten, or perhaps from whips and canes.

Pei Ji felt her gaze, and his eyes dimmed.

He knew that his body was covered with scars, and it looked shabby and ugly. Ning Ning had always been careful not to touch it, but now -

a slight shyness and shame surged in her heart, and Pei Ji felt flustered for no reason, and whispered, "Don't look, Ning..."

Before he finished speaking, the little girl who was standing nearby suddenly lowered her head.

In the warm firelight, Ningning kissed the knife scar below his collarbone.

Pei Ji's long eyelashes trembled helplessly, and his throat moved slightly, but he could not make a sound.

Those scars symbolized his most miserable past. Each one was ugly and terrifying, like a centipede hovering around his body, and even he himself felt disgusted.

But Ningning kissed there, using very gentle strength.

"Ningning."

He felt embarrassed and irritated in his heart, and said hoarsely: "There... It's not good, don't touch it."

Ningning raised her head and met his eyes.

I don't know when Pei Ji's face turned red.

He was born with a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, with the corners of his eyes curled up, spreading a light pink color like peach blossoms. There was a layer of mist in his black pupils, making them look hazy, completely hiding the coldness that usually kept people at a distance. It was like rain falling in the distant mountains, with a timid and gentle color.

Pei Ji became shy... Is this what it looks like?

Like the icy winter snow slowly melting, flowing into a pool of overly soft spring water.

Ning Ning sat on top of him, taking in all the emotions. In a trance, she felt that her blood bar was about to be emptied.

She looked at the scars in front of her, thinking of Pei Ji's past, and always felt uncomfortable.

He always hated these scars, so he buried all the memories related to them in his heart, not telling anyone, quietly waiting for them to decay.

She knew all of Pei Ji's thoughts.

He was always suffering alone.

Ning Ning didn't stop moving. After looking at him, she lowered her head again.

In fact, those scars didn't hurt anymore, but on rainy days, there would be a dull pain in the bones.

But when her lips were soft and pressed against the long hard marks, the dead flesh that he hated actually became conscious and soft.

There was heat surging from his heart to his whole body.

Pei Ji suppressed the sound in his throat, took a deep breath, and covered his eyes with his right arm to prevent the girl he liked from seeing his ferocious appearance.

The strange touch stopped somewhere on his chest.

He heard Ning Ning's voice: "Does it... hurt a lot here?"

As she spoke, she moved her lips away and stretched out her hand, her fingertips lingering on a dark brown scar. She didn't dare to use too much force, and gently stroked it, like a fleeting shadow, attracting a fleeting electric current.

Pei Ji was confused and answered her without thinking: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Really?"

Ning Ning's fingertips turned a circle, and her eyes didn't move away from it: "It looks like a serious injury."

"This was when I hadn't yet worshipped Xuanxu, passing through Luozhou, in the mountains and fields..."

Pei Ji spoke hoarsely, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he met the girl's clear eyes.

Those almond-shaped eyes were incredibly beautiful, like a deep pool rippling in the middle of the night. When Ning Ning lowered her eyelashes and stared at him, her pupils were filled with flickering candlelight, like a bright moon in the water.

She was looking at him.

She saw every unbearable part of his body.

This thought brought a slight heat, making Pei Ji's heart burn.

At this moment, it seemed that even the simplest gaze had become an indescribable ambiguity. The young man's throat moved slightly and he adjusted his breath: "I met a demon cultivator who had been possessed by a demon in the mountains. He entered the Dao with a sword, and the sword energy hit this place."

"Then what?"

The memory that was deeply buried in his heart came to his mind again. Pei Ji replied in a deep voice: "I didn't have a sword at that time, I could only use a knife. While he was confused, I went forward with the sword energy-"

His eyes darkened as he finished speaking: "Ningning, this is not a good story."

Pei Ji was reluctant to tell her more.

His past was dark and without any praise, like a desolate and dirty ditch, which would only make people upset.

But Ningning was different.

She grew up in a carefree and gentle country, and never knew the filth and suffering, and Pei Ji didn't want her to know.

The moon should hang high and far in the sky, enjoying all the beauty and clarity of the world. How could it be stained by the dark color of the gutter?

Pei Ji didn't want Ning Ning to feel sad for him.

She should only get warmth and happiness from him.

The touch covering her chest spun slowly, and when passing by the still intact skin on his ribs, she bit it lightly with more force.

That place was close to her waist.

Her breath was like a ball of hot mist, Pei Ji held his breath, and clenched the thin sheets with his right hand.

"What about here?"

Ning Ning's eyes slid down a little bit to his lower abdomen.

Pei Ji was very thin, but not frail and weak due to illness. Instead, he was well-proportioned, strong, beautiful and upright. From her perspective, she could see his firm abdominal muscles.

And a sharp long scar on his muscles.

His rationality was completely swallowed up by countless complicated emotions. The sensory stimulation seemed to be there and not there, and was led by her at will.

The frozen gaze was like a entity. He had never been stared at so seriously.

Pei Ji was going crazy.

"This is my mother..."

The last word was swallowed back into the throat.

Ning Ning hummed a low "hmm" and continued to move down.

The kisses one after another were gentle and soft, like the first drizzle in spring, with fine drops of water falling on the pond that had been silent for a long time, and ripples spread out in circles.

The water in the pond trembled slightly, and the breath of the wind also trembled slightly. The ripples penetrated into the unknown depths of the pond, causing involuntary shudders.

Finally, she came to a position a little lower.

A more shameful and private position.

The teeth slowly bit the thin white long strip.

Ningning raised her eyelashes and looked at him with a curled mouth.

The candlelight flickered slightly, illuminating the girl's dark pupils and the delicate skin like white jade.

Like a little fox or cat.

"Pei Ji."

Ning Ning suddenly laughed, her voice was suppressed very low, and the tail tone was raised with a bit of cunning, which aroused his whole heart: "Continue?"

Her Adam's apple moved suddenly.

The emotions that were suppressed in her heart surged like an undercurrent, bursting through layers of shackles and quickly filling her limbs and bones. Restraint, reserve and restraint were swallowed up without a trace, and the beast sleeping in her chest quietly stretched out its sharp claws.

Without any warning, Ning Ning's left arm was suddenly grabbed and pulled straight.

Pei Ji had been quiet all the time, and she would never expect this action. With her mind blank, she fell forward under his force.

The jade hairpin tied in her black hair suddenly swayed, and when it fell to the ground, her long black hair flowed like a waterfall and there was a crisp clang.

Then she was turned over without any explanation and lay flat on the place where Pei Ji had been before.

Up and down, the two people's positions were completely switched.

Wait, wait a minute.

Her arms were pressed tightly on the bed, and Ningning's body sank into the quilt. She could clearly feel the warm warmth he left behind. Her eyes widened at this abrupt action, and she opened her mouth to protest.

It was clearly agreed that he would let her do what she wanted today -

Pei Ji was breaking the rules!

It was a pity that these words never got a chance to be said.

Pei Ji's eyes were deep, and he leaned over to capture her lips.

Unlike the red marks all over his cold white skin, Ning Ning was completely wrapped in a snow-white thin shirt. At first glance, there was nothing unusual, except that her cheeks were flushed, and the collar was half-covered because of the previous action, revealing layers of wrinkles.

He stretched out his bony hand, and under the thin shirt, there was a wandering arc.

Pei Ji's movements had a bit of impatience that was rarely seen in his daily life, but he could be described as "gentle" from beginning to end. Ning Ning felt the heat from his palm, and she felt hot all over.

The trembling feeling was like the teeth of a wild animal, biting the meridians and blood wantonly. Even though she had tried it before, she would subconsciously feel shy every time he touched her.

It started raining outside the window. The rain was sparse and the wind was strong.