Chapter 69: Rebellion (10) Offer yourself to the bed. (First kiss)...
Drinking will cause trouble.
Mingyao blinked, her eyes were dizzy and the alcohol seemed to be taking effect. She shook her head, trying to stay sober.
The hand pressed on the mark without loosening.
Touched it.
Apart from feeling icy and cold, I didn't feel anything else.
Xuanxiu's long eyelashes trembled again and again, and his eyes stared at her intently.
His eyes were incredibly beautiful, she knew that the first time she saw him.
Now, his clear eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and he looked particularly easy to bully, but his words were increasingly pressing.
"Ayao, don't you like me at all?"
It sounds like a whisper, and also like a bewitchment.
Mingyao stared into his eyes seriously, thinking—
That's terrible.
He's seducing me again.
Mingyao's hand unconsciously rubbed the mark on his forehead. He felt resentful, and even his eyes revealed a hint of condemnation. Immortal Lord Miaomiao was truly not a good person.
She pursed her lips and shook her head slightly.
"No, I don't like you."
After saying that, Mingyao pulled her hand away and wanted to get up, but when she stood up, she realized that she was half leaning on Xuanxiu, and they were extremely intimate.
She hesitated for only a moment, and he seized the opportunity again.
"Then what am I to Ayao?" A soft sigh escaped his lips.
What is it? Mingyao was stunned, his unclear mind carried away by these words, and he began to ponder meaninglessly.
Friends who live and die together?
A paranoid and restrained pursuer?
Or is it the Immortal Lord Miaomiao who she can hold in her palm?
It seemed like they all took up a part, blended together, yet it was difficult for her to define them.
So annoying, I can't figure out the answer.
Mingyao was a little distressed. He racked his brains but couldn't come up with an answer. He just stared at Xuanxiu's face and gradually became attracted by her beauty.
The drunken blush still lingered on the man's face, his hair disheveled and pinned down by her elbow. His eyes were hazy yet clear, and the scent of bitter orange, overpowering the faint scent of alcohol, wasn't unpleasant up close.
She buried her head in the crook of her neck and rubbed it, then raised her head and slowly lowered her gaze to the lips of the person under her.
Immortal Miaomiao has a beautiful lip shape, which is usually a light crimson color. But after drinking some wine, the color of his lips has deepened a little, turning into a more beautiful new lychee color, making him look very kissable.
She felt dizzy.
He kissed her.
Ming Yaoxiang.
Mingyao raised his hand and touched under his eyes, recalling the touch.
Slightly cool and very soft.
Thoughts in my head are running wild.
She suddenly remembered that night, the night when she listened to the slander of the little light ball and waited for death.
The man ran into his room and said some incomprehensible words.
"Ah Yao, please be gentle with me."
"I'm sure I'll taste much better than my brother."
The him in my memory and the him who was currently under me gradually overlapped.
The line of reason in Mingyao's mind is in danger.
She was drowsy, as if her soul had been pulled out. She looked at herself calmly holding Xuanxiu's hair, and spoke calmly, but her voice was erratic.
"Miao Miao Immortal Lord, are you trying to offer yourself to me again?"
As soon as the words fell, the immortal in front of him was visibly stunned for a moment. Then he raised his hand and tucked her long hair, which had fallen down due to her lowering her head, behind her ear. His hand gently touched her earlobe. His Adam's apple rolled, and he smiled with his eyes crooked, admitting frankly: "Yes, Ayao found out."
"It's more than just a thought... I'm obsessed with it day and night."
Immortal Miaomiao's lips curled up slightly, too close, the clean and warm breath carried a secret temptation.
Mingyao suppressed the inexplicable tingling feeling in her heart and sternly taught him, "Comrade Miaomiao, such thoughts are very dangerous."
Her eyes swept back and forth across Immortal Lord Miaomiao's face, disappearing as soon as they touched, yet still lingering.
"You... need to be a decent person. You can't, you can't think about these... dirty things all day long."
Mingyao's face turned red and he stuttered when he spoke.
"But I want Ah Yao to like me and be responsible for me, so I resorted to this desperate measure." Xuan Xiu responded to Ming Yao's words seriously, seeming distressed. "If Ah Yao doesn't like me, why don't you give me some advice?"
Mingyao was confused.
It sounds like she's wrong.
Give me some ideas. What ideas?
She frowned, her thoughts drifting uncontrollably. She wanted to get closer to Xuanxiu, but didn't want to be discovered by him, so she could only bite the bullet and talk nonsense.
"You...you are too greedy."
"You have to like it and be responsible at the same time."
"You can't have your cake and eat it too, you know?"
"My teacher taught me that when I was little."
Mingyao's round eyes were slightly wide open, revealing a sense of confusion and guilt. As the alcohol took effect, his body became weaker and weaker. Most of his strength was gone, and he almost leaned on Xuanxiu to speak, and his eyes would steal a glance at him from time to time.
The echoes are still lingering.
She looked at the person in front of her with a slightly dimmed look in her eyes, and his slender knuckles rubbed her earlobe from time to time.
A light laugh escaped from his pretty lips: "If you want to see it, you can see it with the bright light on."
After a few breaths, Mingyao realized that he had been caught again. He felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't want to show his weakness in front of him, so he held his breath and muttered softly: "It was all above board."
But it made him laugh even more.
Mingyao was furious. It was clearly him who wanted to offer himself to her, but why did he act so calm now? He even... provoked her. It was really annoying.
She looked over again, her eyes filled with evil. What was wrong with just looking at him? Not only did she want to look, she also wanted to flirt with him.
Using his hands for leverage, Mingyao pressed forward.
Just as soft as she thought.
The breaths were densely intertwined.
Mingyao quickly mastered the secret technique of fitting, caressing, and lips and teeth intertwining. The soft lips gradually became slightly warm. Mingyao was a little nervous at first and only dared to rub gently, until she secretly opened her eyes and found that the person under her was unconsciously clenching her hands, had a clearly audible heartbeat, and a face with a deeper blush than when he was drunk.
It looks really good.
The psychological high position is occupied by Mingyao.
She found it interesting and tried to suck it, but after a slight attempt, the breathing of the person under her suddenly stopped, encouraging her to attack more wildly.
Licking, nibbling...
She tasted it all.
When they separated with a light gasp, his eyes were still closed, his long eyelashes were slightly moist, and the outer edge of his lips was also slightly red.
Mingyao's shame was suppressed briefly. In the illusion, under the influence of alcohol, her inner defenses were blurred, and she did not realize that she was the one who crossed the line first.
She was still feeling proud that between the two of them, there was someone who was even more inexperienced than her.
Humph, she talks big, but when it comes to practice, she is still not as good as me.
Immortal Lord Miaomiao is nothing special.
Her tail was up in the air. She pretended to be very mature about this kind of thing and challenged him: "Not only did I look at it, I also kissed it. How about it?"
Then he added like a bully, "I won't be responsible for you."
The Immortal Lord opened his eyes.
The water mist was hazy, like ink spreading in clear water.
He raised his hand and gently touched his lips. They were a little numb, and there seemed to be some slight teeth marks left by her.
Her image reappeared in his pupils.
After all the trouble, her hair was completely disheveled, her earlobes were red as blood, and her lips were stained with a little water color, like ripe fruit.
The vague dreams that I once had are becoming clearer little by little.
The inner demon is quiet yet restless.
Trying to wait for her mercy again.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his immortal power quietly clung to him: "Ayao, do it again."
"Please."
Xuanxiu's gaze kept lingering on her face, and his desire was growing turbulently, almost out of control.
His eyes were blazing, and the lust that quietly grew in the darkness bewitched more than one person.
Mingyao's eyes showed a hint of shyness belatedly. Before she could move, her neck was supported by a big hand. He stood up, moved forward and kissed her.
This time, it was Mingyao who was unable to hold on.
He was not impatient, but slow and deep.
Just like his people, he looks gentle but is actually cruel and ruthless.
Mingyao couldn't help but push him gently. Noticing her resistance, he slowed down and kissed her lips soothingly like a little animal, his hand gently stroking her neck to show that he was harmless.
The day passed in confusion and blur.
When he woke up, Mingyao's lips were still slightly red and swollen.
Recalling the ridiculous things that happened, Mingyao regained his senses and regretted it deeply. After feeling upset for a while, he reluctantly comforted himself that fortunately nothing more outrageous happened.
It's just a kiss, no big deal.
Mingyao was preparing himself mentally.
But the moment his eyes met Xuanxiu's who pushed the door open, his thoughts were broken.
He wanted to question, but when he remembered that he was the one who spoke first yesterday, Mingyao's momentum weakened a little.
"Come and have something to eat." Xuanxiu greeted her with a smile, as if nothing had happened.
Mingyao walked over reluctantly, sat down, and while eating, he secretly glanced at Xuanxiu several times.
After finishing his meal uncomfortably, Mingyao still felt the need to talk to Xuanxiu.
It's just that lust blinds one's mind.
As a modern person, she can be open-minded, but Xuanxiu may not be able to do so.
Look up, open your mouth, and look into each other's eyes.
Memories of last night flooded back.
The words Mingyao was about to say changed for some unknown reason.
"Ahem, now that you have both immortal power and an immortal body, why don't you ascend?"
It seemed that he didn't expect that this was what she was going to say. Xuanxiu was stunned for a moment before explaining to her.
"Ascension is when a mortal reaches the pinnacle of spiritual practice. Heaven will test them, and if they pass, they will become immortals."
"As for me."
"I am a ball of immortal energy. If you really want to talk about it, I am an immortal god who has descended to the mortal world. There is no realm to ascend to."
After hearing what Xuanxiu said, Mingyao thought about it for a moment and felt that it made sense. Xuanxiu's current state was more like being banished to the mortal world to experience hardships.
"What about me? Can I ascend?" Now that the question is out of my mouth, I have to get it clear.
Xuanxiu looked into Mingyao's eyes and paused: "Ayao, do you want to become an immortal?"
Mingyao shook his head: "...I want to go home."
The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyelashes, controlled his hands from clearing the dishes, and replied softly, "Ayao is a person destined by heaven. The immortal power itself is yours. If you want to ascend, wait until Ayao recovers. You can draw on all your immortal power to try. But this... is extremely risky."
Isn't this the same method Chu Ji used to deceive her?
Not very reliable.
Mingyao pinched his fingertips for a long time, then heard Xuanxiu's gentle voice beside his ear: "Ayao, do you really have to go home?"
What I wanted to say at first went around in circles, but finally came to my lips.
Mingyao sighed, thinking that there was no way to avoid it, so he might as well take this opportunity to make things clear.
Then she sat up straight and answered him seriously, "That's right, Miaomiao, I must go home. I have parents and relatives at home, and I can't abandon them. More importantly, this world doesn't belong to me, and I... don't like it here."
"Demons and ghosts are rampant, and my life is adrift and helpless. I live in constant fear. I am tired of living like this, even though I have immortal power now."
“To me, these are all troubles.”
"I just want to live a simple life in my own world." She tried to explain to Xuanxiu.
Xuanxiu couldn't fully understand what she said, but he could read the helplessness, panic, fatigue and anxiety in her eyes...
However, even so, the inner demon in his heart was still hurt by her words, and he hid in the corner, brooding over it.
Since she was so determined to go home, why did she stay here for two hundred years when she married Xuan Hui?
Although he was so afraid of demons, he still went into the ghost town alone to look for Xuan Hui.
When leaving, still——
A sharp buzzing sound exploded in his heart. He quietly watched Mingyao's lips opening and closing in front of him, but he could no longer hear anything.
The inner demon complained in a low voice, feeling wronged.
Say she is a liar.
He deceives people's hearts and bodies.
It was rare for him not to refute the words of his inner demon.
He really wanted to ask her why she only thought of leaving here after divorcing Xuan Hui, and he also wanted to ask her if... she still liked Xuan Hui.
But he couldn't ask.
He doesn't dare.
He was afraid that the answer he would get would make him bleed.
He will feel pain too.
So when Mingyao stopped talking, he lowered his eyes and asked only one question -
"Then before Ayao goes home, can I still offer myself to her?"
He spoke startlingly, a smile on his lips. Before Mingyao could reply, Xuanxiu stood up, crossed the narrow desk, leaned over and whispered in her ear, as if to seduce her, or as if it was a precursor to madness.
"Anyway, Ayao can throw me away at any time."
"I won't cause any trouble for Ayao."
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