Chapter 63: The room was filled with spring sweat. Veins popped out of his neck. ...
Xie Yunqing's voice was hoarse, he held Shen Wenji in his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving only the deafening sound of each other's rapidly accelerating heartbeats.
Shen Wenji could even clearly feel his tense muscles and... changes that could not be ignored.
Thinking of the strange touch with slight friction just now, her body trembled as if it had been electrocuted.
An indescribable heat ran through her body, her cheeks were so red that blood seemed to be dripping out, and even her neck was dyed crimson.
This can't go on any longer, it's too embarrassing.
Shen Wenji pushed Xie Yunqing away with force and subconsciously wanted to get up, but he didn't expect that his legs had already gone weak, and he almost fell down as soon as he touched the ground.
Fortunately, Xie Yunqing was prepared and took her into his arms.
His knuckles inevitably brushed against the soft flesh on her waist, sending tingling sensations from her legs to her entire body.
Shen Wenji completely collapsed in his arms, with no chance of breaking free.
"Throw yourself into my arms?" Xie Yunqing laughed softly, his breath burning. "So it was my fault for neglecting him. I didn't realize Wen Ji was so anxious."
He leaned over, his hot lips pressed against her burning ear, and said in a bewitching voice, "Wen Ji, I will definitely give you a thorough answer to your doubts today."
Shen Wenji shook his head in panic, speaking incoherently: "No, I don't have any doubts, don't..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
Suddenly, it seemed as if the teacup was knocked over, and the tea spilled all over the soft couch.
Xie Yunqing sighed lightly, raised two bent fingers and stretched them in front of her eyes, with the tips of his fingers wet with water.
He teased, "Wen Ji is too careless. My fingers are stained with tea because of you, and even the couch is almost flooded with water."
"Don't talk nonsense, there's not much water in the teacup..." Shen Wenji was filled with shame and anger. He stretched out his hand to push him away, but he easily caught his wrist and pushed him behind his back.
This position forced her to slightly straighten her chest and press closer to him.
"Wen Ji knows whether I'm talking nonsense or not." He smiled, "After all, I didn't knock over the teacup, and I didn't let the tea spill."
Xie Yunqing's gaze fell on her chest, which rose and fell slightly due to her rapid breathing. His eyes were dark. "I believe Wen Ji has already looked at the album carefully enough. Why don't we study and discuss it more deeply now?"
The fingertips of his free hand slowly slid down her arm, and the water droplets were rubbed onto her clothes.
The palm with scorching temperature finally stopped at her slender waist and massaged it gently.
"Um..." Shen Wenji shuddered and shrank back. Her body went limp and her voice started to sob. "Xie Yunqing, I won't argue with you anymore. Let me go... Don't..."
"No what?" Xie Yunqing pretended to be confused, lowered his head, and rubbed his tall nose against her neck. He took a deep breath, and his nose was filled with her fragrance.
"Didn't Wen Ji want to use the Tianque Bell to help me absorb the demonic energy? It's better to do it now than to wait for a better day. Let's take advantage of this teaching opportunity to give it a try..."
His lips slowly moved along the line of her neck, leaving behind dense, wet kisses, sometimes lightly, sometimes rubbing the delicate skin with the tip of his teeth neither lightly nor heavily, causing her to tremble slightly.
"Or..." His kiss reached her collarbone, leaving an ambiguous red mark, his voice unclear, "Wen Ji only allows the county officials to set fires, but not the people to light lamps? You can study the skills secretly by yourself, but we can't discuss it together..."
Shen Wenji was so confused and fascinated by his kiss that her head was dizzy. The remaining rationality told her that she couldn't go on like this, but her body responded honestly to his teasing.
She couldn't even utter a complete refusal.
Later, Shen Wenji could only protest feebly, his voice as thin as a mosquito: "It's not like this in the album..."
"The album is dead, but people are alive." Xie Yunqing finally raised his head, his eyelashes were wet with moisture, and undercurrents surged in his misty eyes.
He looked into her misty eyes, caressing her swollen lips lovingly with his thumb, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "How can a few pictures fully describe the true mystery?"
Nonsense, far-fetched arguments!
"But the Tianque Bell needs the assistance of the early exercises to restore its former effectiveness." Shen Wenji was furious and said angrily: "What you are doing now is nothing but teasing me. It is of no use to the Tianque Bell at all."
"Shh." Xie Yunqing gently pressed his thumb on her lips to stop her weak accusation.
He wiped the water stains from his lips and spoke slowly for himself: "I'm not teasing you. You obviously enjoyed it too."
"You!" Shen Wenji's ears turned red, but he couldn't say a word to defend himself. Finally, he turned his face away angrily.
Although she couldn't win the argument, she could avoid it.
"Okay, I promise to follow the instructions from the album." Xie Yunqing let out a gentle smile, his eyes filled with tenderness and pity as he pleaded, "Wen Ji, look at me, don't ignore me."
Shen Wenji's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly tilted his head obediently, looking at him with his sparkling eyes: "Really?"
He stared into her eyes and smiled wantonly: "Of course."
Shen Wenji only felt a bad premonition surge in his heart.
As expected, Xie Yunqing changed the subject, and even with his pursed lips, he couldn't hide his smirk. He lowered his head and nuzzled her earlobe with the tip of his nose. "These early techniques are difficult and obscure, and there are so many types. I'm overwhelmed. Why don't you pick one you like, Wen Ji?"
As he spoke, he picked up the troublesome picture album and turned to a new page. The posture depicted on it was... incomparable.
"For example," he said, pointing to the diagram, his tone serious, as if he were discussing some profound Taoist method. Only the dark hue in his eyes betrayed his true emotions. "This technique is difficult, but it seems to have a miraculous effect on the fusion of spiritual consciousness. Perhaps it can better guide the power of the Tianque Bell."
Just a glance and Shen Wenji was so frightened that he kept coughing.
Xie Yunqing tactfully turned to the next page: "How about this? But in order to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, it seems to need to be outside."
Shen Wenji finally managed to catch her breath, but after hearing this, she almost relapsed. She shook her head violently.
After flipping through several pages and introducing several of them, Shen Wenji couldn't choose any one.
It would be better to let Xie Yunqing perform those bizarre postures himself.
She forcefully closed the album in front of Xie Yunqing and said with an awkward smile, "Don't choose, let's start with the first basic one."
Xie Yunqing remained noncommittal and smiled, "Okay, there's no rush anyway. Wen Ji wants to help me absorb the demonic energy, so I'm afraid we'll have to work hard day and night. We'll definitely be able to complete everything in this album."
He took her hand, rubbed the red rope around her wrist and wrapped it around his fingertips.
As the bells tinkled, he leaned over with a smile and sealed her lips.
Shen Wenji gradually lost himself in the passionate attack and responded awkwardly and awkwardly.
The space on the couch became cramped, and the album had been dropped to the ground without anyone noticing.
The clothes are disheveled, the breathing is intertwined, and the room is full of spring.
Until Shen Wenji was almost out of breath, Xie Yunqing stepped back a little and touched their foreheads.
"Wen Ji, how's my kissing skills? Are you satisfied with the first section of this album?"
Shen Wenji blinked, as if he hadn't recovered yet.
Xie Yunqing looked at the lover under him, his Adam's apple rolled, and he kissed him again.
The bell on Shen Wenji's wrist shook violently. Thinking of the technique in the picture book, she exerted her spiritual power again. The bell emitted a soft light, enveloping the two of them.
But when the light touched Xie Yunqing's dantian, it suddenly became sharp and went straight in.
Xie Yunqing's kiss on her paused slightly, and he frowned.
The tearing pain rose from deep within the dantian, intertwined with the surging desire, making it a hundred times more unbearable.
The Tianque Bell has begun to work, trying to absorb and purify the demonic energy that he had forcibly suppressed.
He groaned in his throat, but did not stop. Instead, he kissed Shen Wenji more deeply, swallowing all the pain into his stomach.
His shirt had been opened wide at some point, exposing the hideous black cracks on his chest to the air. Against the backdrop of his slightly red skin, he looked even more eerie.
Veins bulged on Xie Yunqing's sweaty neck.
Shen Wenji wrapped his arms around his shoulders and neck in a confused manner, and immediately realized that something was wrong.
"Yunqing..." She stepped back slightly, called him with an unstable breath and worry in her eyes.
"I'm fine." Xie Yunqing rubbed her hair, breathing heavily.
Although fine beads of cold sweat had seeped out of his forehead, he tried to force a soothing smile: "Continue to practice the skills, Wen Ji, believe me..."
Xie Yunqing kissed her again, his movements even more eager and fierce than before, causing the sound of the Tianque Bell to ring more frequently.
Shen Wenji could clearly feel the tension in his body and hear his occasional uncontrollable growls.
Every time the bell rang, his arms around her would tighten and his kiss would deepen, as if he was trying to fight the growing pain through extreme intimacy.
He pulled her into the ocean, and her worries were gradually drowned by more turbulent feelings.
Spiritual energy blended and surged unreservedly between their touching bodies, circulating over and over again according to the guidance of the exercises.
With each cycle of the exercise, the color of the Tianque Bell became darker. Correspondingly, the demonic energy in Xie Yunqing's body began to weaken, but the accompanying pain also became increasingly severe.
His breathing became heavier and heavier, and sweat dripped from his chin, hitting Shen Wenji's fair skin.
At a certain moment, the Tianque Bell trembled violently, and the sharp pain pierced deep into Xie Yunqing's dantian.
Xie Yunqing finally couldn't bear it, blood flowed from his lips, his body suddenly tensed up, his movements stopped, and veins bulged on his forehead.
"Yunqing." Tears still welled up in Shen Wenji's eyes. He didn't care about the strange feeling in his body. He raised his sore arms, hugged him hurriedly, and asked, "Yunqing, how are you?"
"Can we stop? Let's stop practicing." She struggled to push him away, and the bell on her wrist rang with her movement.
Xie Yunqing held her waist tightly, preventing her from escaping.
He stared at her with bloodshot eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "No, we can't stop. Wen Ji, help me..."
"You're vomiting blood." Shen Wenji's chest ached. She began to push him hard, her voice beginning to sob: "Xie Yunqing, you lunatic! Stop it, do you hear me? If you continue, you won't be able to bear it."
Xie Yunqing panted, his movements not stopping, but becoming deeper and heavier. He kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his words intermittent, "It will be over soon, soon, Wen Ji, don't chase me away."
"Who chased you away? I told you to stop." Shen Wenji was furious and anxious, scratching his back with his nails, leaving red marks. "Asshole! How can you practice like this? Are you trying to kill me or yourself?"
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