Chapter 64: The tide of passion has not subsided. Just relying on imagination, it is still possible...
Shen Wenji's angry scolding only irritated Xie Yunqing. He frowned slightly and murmured, "Stop? No, we can't let this go to waste."
There was a voice clamoring in his head, and Xie Yunqing growled unconsciously, and instinctively hugged her tighter, almost rubbing her into his bones and blood.
He sucked her lips and pulled her into pleasure.
Shen Wenji's eyelashes trembled, and he let out a vague whimper, but was kissed even deeper, and all his protests were swallowed up in this predatory kiss.
Gradually, she gave up trying to persuade him. After all, he didn't care about his body, so she should just let him be. She should just enjoy herself and not say anything.
Her body trembled, her slender arms fell weakly, and her eyes were filled with physiological tears.
Feeling that something was wrong with Shen Wenji, Xie Yunqing regained consciousness and paused in frustration.
He leaned closer, rubbing her nose, and his lips fell on her cheek, kissing away her tears bit by bit: "I'm sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"
Whenever the pain in his dantian took over, Xie Yunqing's thoughts would become confused and his movements would become out of control.
He raised his hand to wipe away the cool tears on her cheeks, and looked at her blurred and distracted eyes, his heart was gripped.
He leaned over and kissed her trembling eyelashes.
Then, he stepped back slightly, half-supported himself and sat up, saying softly, "If you really don't want to continue, then let's stop here for today."
Xie Qing's retreat was like a basin of cold water, which was unexpectedly poured on Shen Wenji's body and mind, which had been aroused to the point of burning.
Her blurry eyes opened wide instantly, the mist in them had not yet dissipated, but they were already filled with disbelief and astonishment, as well as a sudden interruption of emptiness.
Shen Wenji: “?”
"Is that the end?" Her voice was hoarse from being emotionally aroused, and contained a subtle sense of grievance.
Could it be that all those fierce struggles and kisses that seemed to burn her to death just now ended so lightly?
Did this person do this on purpose?
She had tried to persuade him earnestly before, but he remained unmoved and acted recklessly.
Now, she finally persuaded herself to compromise, and her body... was aroused by him into this state, and her consciousness was also messed up.
But Xie Yunqing wanted to withdraw and pretended to be restrained and polite, thinking about her?
It's absolutely ridiculous.
Shame and anger mixed with loss filled my heart, more powerful than any other emotion.
Xie Yunqing looked at her accusing eyes, her swollen lips, and her pink skin.
My heart felt like it was hit hard by something, it felt sore and soft.
Doesn't he want to continue?
God knows how much willpower he needs to stop at this moment.
The black cracks on his body became slightly hot due to forced suppression, causing a stinging pain like a needle, but it was far less painful than the pain he felt when he saw her crying.
Xie Yunqing took a deep breath, and gently brushed the remaining moisture on her cheek with his fingertips. His restrained voice sounded particularly hoarse: "Well, that's enough. I lost control just now and hurt you."
He paused, his eyes falling on the ambiguous red marks under her open clothes, pity flashing in his eyes: "I can't allow myself to hurt you again."
As Shen Wenji listened to his words, most of the shame and anger in his heart dissipated, and was replaced by an indescribable emotion that filled his chest with a sour and astringent feeling.
She suddenly realized that he stopped because he cared too much.
But... the evil energy in his body must be removed, if not this time, then next time.
What's more, the throbbing in her heart caused by him has not yet subsided. Instead, it has become stronger after a brief silence, affecting her mood and gnawing at her sanity.
That kind of unresolved melancholy is more unbearable than complete despair.
Shen Wenji bit his lower lip, his eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist as he was about to retract it.
Xie Yunqing paused and looked at her in surprise.
She deliberately avoided his gaze, her cheeks flushed deeply, her voice as thin as a mosquito's, but she had the courage to go all out. She pulled his wrist, pressed it against her burning arm, and whispered softly, "Who said you hurt me? I'm not really unwilling..."
"It's you, the culprit, who made me..." Her voice became softer and softer, and her vague words were almost inaudible at the end.
She seemed to be furious: "In short, we can't just end it so lightly."
The active touch was like the most intense spark, which set the prairie on fire in an instant, shattering Xie Yunqing's self-control and reigniting the flames he had been suppressing.
Xie Yunqing's pupils shrank slightly, and he held her trembling fingers with his backhand, staring at her intently: "Wen Ji, do you mean you want to continue?"
Shen Wenji was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. She didn't dare to look at him at all. She just nodded randomly, and her fingers subconsciously clutched the soft mattress under her.
Xie Yunqing's rationality and restraint all broke at this moment.
His kiss fell like a torrential downpour, but this time it was more cautious and tender.
"I'll try my best to control myself and will never hurt you." He promised vaguely between her lips and teeth, and his hot palms touched her waist again, with scorching temperature, delicate tracing, and patient lingering.
The temperature in the hall rose again, the ambiguous sound of water and the suppressed low moan intertwined, the heart was throbbing, and it was difficult to hide the tenderness.
The Tianque bell tied on Shen Wenji's wrist swayed gently with his movements, making a clear sound, echoing the rekindled spring light in the room.
Outside the window, the moonlight quietly climbed up the branches, and the clear light passed through the window, dimly covering the entangled figures in the house.
The luster on the Tianque Bell gradually began to dim, as if it had absorbed all the demonic energy.
Xie Yunqing's severe pain slowly subsided, and his body was filled with a long-lost sense of relaxation. The dual cultivation and purification method had ended, but he was reluctant to retreat.
The room is charming and spring is in full swing.
After an unknown amount of time, the storm gradually subsided.
Xie Yunqing fell exhausted on her, buried his face in her neck, and gasped violently.
Shen Wenji also exhausted his strength and collapsed limply on the couch, sweat soaking both of their bodies.
In the silence, the only sound left was the two people's heartbeats that had not yet calmed down.
Shen Wenji raised his eyelids and looked at Xie Yunqing. It was visible to the naked eye that the black cracks on his body seemed to have... faded a little?
"Yunqing, how do you feel? Is it still painful?"
Hearing her voice, Xie Yunqing moved slightly, propped up his arms, and looked down at the person under him: "It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you, Wen Ji."
Shen Wenji looked at him, his eyes still red and filled with lingering moisture, but mostly filled with joy.
She struggled to raise her arms and gently wrapped them around him, her fingers trembling as they stroked his sweaty back. She couldn't help but choke out a sob, "We seem to have succeeded a little?"
Xie Yunqing raised his hand, used his fingertips to gather the loose hair at her temples, and said in a tender voice: "Yes, we succeeded."
Shen Wenji looked at his pale smiling face, his nose felt sore, and he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.
She glared at him unhappily and cursed in a soft voice, "Madman."
Xie Yunqing laughed softly, leaned over and kissed her eyelids lovingly.
"Well, a madman all your own."
His gaze slowly moved down and landed on the Tianque Bell on her wrist that no longer rang.
Shen Wenji also noticed the change in the bell and shook her wrist gently. The inside of the bell was blocked by some sticky force and there was no sound at all. It just quietly stuck to her skin.
"It seems to have absorbed all the demonic energy? It's even silent."
Xie Yunqing held her wrist, rubbed the bell with his fingertips, and carefully sensed it for a moment.
The bell contains his demonic energy, which is currently being restrained. However, the bell has reached its limit, and all he can do is wait for it to be digested slowly.
He nodded and said, "In the short term, the Tianque Bell cannot absorb any more."
This also means the end of this purification process. For the next purification, you need to wait until the bell starts ringing again.
Xie Yunqing used his spiritual sense to observe the area for a while and found that the demonic energy in his dantian had indeed been reduced by half.
Dual cultivation and purification have remarkable effects.
He sighed softly and said, "It seems that although this method is dangerous, it really works."
But this process was really too tiring, no wonder his young wife was so angry that she scolded him.
Although the bells are full, the tide of love has not subsided.
Xie Yunqing licked his lips and his gaze fell back on Shen Wenji's face, his deep eyes burning with passion.
He kissed her affectionately and called her name greedily: "Wen Ji, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
The question was vague and seemed to carry other implications.
Shen Wenji's cheeks burned when he looked at her. The courage she had to make a bold invitation had long since disappeared. She turned her face away shyly, but his fingertips held her chin.
She opened her mouth and responded woodenly: "I'm fine, but..."
Before he finished speaking, Xie Yunqing kissed him.
Shen Wenji: “!”
She turned her head away, her palm resting on his sweaty chest, pushing him a little further away. Her breath was unsteady as she spoke, "Xie Yunqing, stop now."
Xie Yunqing held her hand against his chest, tickled her palm with his fingertips, and said with a smile: "Wen Ji, I think..."
"What are you thinking about?" Shen Wenji pulled his hand back in shame and anger, forced his weak body to sit up, grabbed the scattered clothes beside him and wrapped himself up randomly.
She pointed in the direction of the door, her face flushed with embarrassment, and ordered, "Get out now and soak in the Yangling Spring immediately. You are not allowed to come out until you have soaked for two hours!"
She tried hard to sound fierce, but the messy marks on her body made her not intimidating at all. Instead, she looked like a kitten that was severely bullied and was now showing its teeth and claws.
Xie Yunqing was amused by her appearance, but he also knew that he had really tormented her today, and if he continued to pester her, she would probably be annoyed.
He stood up obediently and put on his outer robe slowly and leisurely, but his eyes were still glued to her, as if he wanted to peel her apart with his eyes.
"Wen Ji is so cruel. He just showed his affection to me and then drove me away in the blink of an eye." He sighed pretending to be aggrieved.
"Stop pretending." Shen Wenji was so angry that he picked up a soft pillow and threw it at him, "Go quickly."
Xie Yunqing took the pillow with a smile, looked at her deeply, then turned around and pushed the door open to leave.
In the back mountain of Hehuan Sect, there is the Yangling Spring.
Xie Yunqing leaned on the stone beside the spring, closed his eyes, and tried to concentrate and calm down.
However, his consciousness was out of control, and the image of Shen Wenji when he was moved clearly appeared in his mind.
Those watery eyes, the slightly swollen lips, the snow-white skin stained with a faint red, the slight trembling, the suppressed low moan... and the coquettish look on her face as she finally chased him away in shame and anger.
Every frame is incredibly clear and played over and over again.
The beautiful past came back to my mind, stirring up a wave of quiet awakening, and my body was ready to move.
Xie Yunqing's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his breathing unconsciously became heavier.
The warm spring water flowed over my body, and the touch became exceptionally soft. In a trance, I felt the warmth of her fingertips caressing me.
He opened his eyes, and there was a dark tide in his eyes.
His eyes fell on his hands immersed in the water, and his fingertips curled up unconsciously.
An absurd yet tempting thought popped into my mind uncontrollably.
If she were here at this moment.
Xie Yunqing's hand paused slightly, and he subconsciously reached underwater.
The dense spiritual mist blurred the vision, but made the illusion in the mind more realistic.
He imagined it was her, imagined her fingers, imagined what kind of shy and charming expression she would show, imagined that she might complain softly, but would be moved by his reaction...
"Huh..." A soft sigh escaped from his throat, and a sense of satisfaction filled his body and mind.
The water ripples gently, and circles of ripples spread out.
Xie Yunqing tilted his head slightly, his cheeks flushed naturally from the warm water.
He leaned against the stone wall, his chest heaving violently, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, mixed with the steam rising from the spiritual spring, and slid down his jawline.
After a long time, he slowly calmed down, opened his eyes, looked at the steaming mist, and a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
It's really crazy.
Just relying on imagination, he actually... He scooped up a handful of slightly hot spring water and splashed it on his face, trying to wake himself up.
It seems that soaking in this spiritual spring for two hours is not enough.
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The author has something to say: The stream of consciousness with the lights on is already very subtle, there is nothing below the neck, I don’t know why it was locked, if it is released, everyone will watch and cherish it [burst into tears]
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