As the March deadline approached and the group was about to break camp and prepare to trek in the dark for another three months, the night before Luo Jiujiang finally found Han Qianling's dream as promised.
And it had been a wonderful night until he fell asleep.
The two of them lay side by side, head to head, shoulder to shoulder, hair pressed under their bodies, mixed together, the temperature of one person close to the temperature of the other, the breath overlapping the other's breath.
After the main tent was breached by Shen Yuan last time, they replaced it with a new one, slightly smaller than the previous one. It was precisely this narrowness of space that gave people a sense of intimacy. Luo Jiujiang felt the pulse of the person next to him and the sound of his heartbeat, almost as if they were one.
Young men are full of vigor and vitality, and emotions can be aroused in a moment. At this moment, Qianling's skin was pressed against Luo Jiujiang's arm, and his nose was filled with Qianling's unique, faint, cold fragrance, like the aroma of cold water. And what filled his eyes was Han Qianling's face.
Back when he was in the Seven Islands, Han Qianling was also good-looking, but that good-lookingness was only between the male and female types, not the almost fairy-like beauty of today.
Ever since he transformed into a dragon and broke out of the secret realm, Han Qianling seemed to have been reborn. Not only did he look better than before, his cultivation was stronger than before, and even the sense of danger that he had been half-hidden in his body finally emerged.
This feeling of danger that makes people subconsciously want to avoid, coupled with Han Qianling's unique appearance, is like a green leaf supporting a flower, giving Han Qianling a temperament that makes people want to kneel down and worship him.
This worship does not come from admiration, but from awe.
From a distance, Han Qianling resembled a moon-sentient being, and he was as aloof and distant as that one. Not only did he not dare approach, but even the thought of profaning him was difficult. But if someone could approach him like Luo Jiujiang, and elicit the same smiley and gentle reaction from him, that unrestrained beauty alone would be enough to hold one's breath.
And at this moment, facing this kind of unique color that is hard to find in the world and is breathtaking, Luo Jiujiang is so close to Han Qianling.
It was so close that if she just leaned forward, she could press her lips against Han Qianling's.
Luo Jiujiang could lie dormant in the snow in a deadly place, and he would easily forgo his chance to enter the academy for the safety of a girl he had never met before. Anyone who had fought against Luo Jiujiang would praise his keen eyesight and the patience he took before making the winning move. But when facing the person he loved most in his life, Luo Jiujiang could not endure for a moment.
He bumped his lips against hers almost the instant he noticed her move.
The syllables of the word "Qianling" were broken up into pieces, each sound muffled by the lips and teeth pressed against each other.
Luo Jiujiang's hand had silently touched the back of Han Qianling's head. The strength in his hand was immature, and he lacked experience so much that he didn't know how to use the right amount of force. It was as if he wanted to press Han Qianling into his flesh and blood.
His other arm snaked up along Han Qianling's arm, the scorching heat from his palm searing into Han Qianling's slightly cooler skin. The originally loose sleeves of his robe suddenly squeezed between his arms, becoming a bit cramped and inconvenient. Luo Jiujiang, almost impatiently tensing his muscles, tore them apart.
Luo Jiujiang's palm rested on Han Qianling's shoulder for a moment, where there was still a faint tooth mark left by him when he was drunk the night before. Han Qianling was a Jindan cultivator, and to erase such a mark he didn't need to apply medicine, just a thought would do it, but he insisted on keeping the mark.
As his fingers stroked the shallow dent, a fire suddenly burned in Luo Jiujiang's heart.
At this moment, even his tongue was entangled with Han Qianling's, their lips and teeth were truly touching, and their saliva was flowing between them, but Luo Jiujiang actually felt thirsty.
The hand that was originally stuck in Han Qianling's hair had moved down and down, now pressed against Han Qianling's lower back, with only a thin layer of fabric separating it from his warm skin. The piece of satin was already tightly grasped in Luo Jiujiang's hand, and as long as he pulled hard -
"...Jiujiang, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer."
Han Qianling stepped back slightly. After the kiss, his lips were as red and plump as if brushed by the sunset glow, and the corners of his eyes were dotted with a faint red tinge. His face still held a lingering look of passion, but his eyes had already struggled halfway out of lust, and the regret in them was greater than anything Luo Jiujiang had seen in the past ten years combined.
Calling a halt right now would have been unkind. Furthermore, their bodies were pressed together, each knowing the other's reaction perfectly. Luo Jiujiang was slow to react to Han Qianling's refusal. Since he hadn't previously considered Han Qianling's refusal, he was taken aback for a moment before understanding: "...Why?"
"Your timing is unfortunate." Han Qianling sighed, "If it were a year ago, you and I could have done whatever I wanted."
"Um?"
"A year ago, I hadn't even transformed into a dragon yet." After a pause, Han Qianling smiled bitterly and said, "At this moment, I haven't even reached the Nascent Soul stage yet."
This shows that such things do have a significant impact on a man's intelligence. Luo Jiujiang immediately said something so stupid that he would never ask again in his life: "What does this have to do with the Nascent Soul? Do you want me to wait until you kill the Red Dragon?"
Han Qianling: "..."
Typically, female cultivators can slay the Red Dragon upon reaching the Golden Core stage, effectively ending their monthly menstrual cycle and ultimately freeing themselves from the burden of childbearing. However, a few female cultivators have unique physiques, requiring them to wait until the Nascent Soul stage before slaying the Red Dragon.
Of course, there are also female cultivators who want to keep the Red Dragon. As long as they are willing, they can give birth to children even when they reach the Mahayana stage.
But no matter what those female cultivators think, at least it has nothing to do with Han Qianling at the moment.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com