Chapter 27 Detoxification (2)
The internal energy must be channeled to the most yin point to completely eradicate the cold poison. Di Feisheng tightened his arms, pressing Li Lianhua deeper into him. Li Lianhua let out a muffled whimper and subconsciously clung to Di Feisheng's shoulders.
"Bear with it." Di Feisheng's voice was hoarse. The final stage required a deeper level of "fusion" and guidance. The water surged, and the waves became more and more rapid.
The voice brushed past her earlobe, so low and hoarse that it crushed all the usual coldness and hardness, leaving only rough desire and something deeper that Li Lianhua could not immediately understand.
The final level... so that's what it is.
It is not a clash of force, but a fusion of spirits and souls.
Before he could think clearly, his jaw was slightly lifted. The next moment, hot lips covered him.
It wasn't a temptation, nor was it entirely plunder.
Di Feisheng's kiss, like him, was unquestionably strong. The intertwining of their lips and tongues was as moist as the steam from hot springs, and there was also a scorching heat that seemed to come from the depths of their souls. All slight attempts to retreat were easily resolved.
The water surged between their tightly pressed chests, cleansing every inch of their tense muscles. Li Lianhua could clearly feel the heavy and rapid beating of Di Feisheng's heart in his chest, each beat colliding with his, almost melting into one.
His breath was taken away, his consciousness roiled. The once elegant aroma of herbs was completely overwhelmed and swallowed by the sharp, fiery aura of Di Feisheng. He felt like he was being dragged into a storm controlled by the other person, the water temperature rising, the waves surging, and the center of the vortex was their tightly connected lips and teeth.
Just when he felt that he was about to melt in the excessive heat and suffocation, the kiss suddenly changed.
The hand clasped at the back of his neck, the thumb unconsciously and very lightly rubbed the skin under his ear.
Li Lianhua was stunned.
He felt a strange warmth, not from the hot spring, but from their lips touching, from the breath carried by the flute's sound, slowly flowing into his nearly depleted meridians, gently yet irresistibly guiding the last bit of his internal energy that remained stagnant. So this was... a deeper guidance.
His consciousness drifted in and out, and he no longer tried to resist. His lowered hand, his fingertips twitching slightly underwater, finally lifted slightly and grasped the wet collar of Di Feisheng's clothes.
It seemed like a signal.
Di Feisheng's arms suddenly tightened, pulling him deeper into her embrace. The water roared with the violent movement, and the splashing water wet the smooth pebbles on the shore.
The kiss became deeper and longer.
After a long time, when Li Lianhua was finally released slightly, he could only lean on Di Feisheng's shoulder and breathe rapidly. There was a mist in front of his eyes, and in his ears he could hear his own heartbeat like a drum and the other person's equally disordered and heavy breathing.
The hot spring water was still gurgling, and the hot steam was steaming, making the tightly entangled figures of the two people hazy and unclear.
Li Lianhua's breathing was still disordered as he quickly inhaled the hot and humid air, his forehead resting against Di Feisheng's well-defined shoulders and neck. Every breath he inhaled was filled with the other person's strong and dizzying scent, mixed with the hot spring vapor, as if it had seeped into his own lungs.
The fingers clutching his collar were still tense, trembling slightly, their knuckles turning pale. He tried to calm himself, but his pounding heart was beyond his control, pounding against his ribs, colliding and intertwining with the violent beating of the other heart pressed against his chest, almost resonating.
Di Feisheng's arm wrapped around him like an iron hoop, its force so astonishing that it made his back ache, yet strangely, within that unyielding restraint, he sensed an unprecedented sense of stability. It was as if even if the sky outside collapsed and the earth gave way, this arm would still enclose a piece of heaven and earth.
The scorching lips didn't leave, but moved to the skin beneath his ear, gently grinding it with a burning wetness. It wasn't like a kiss, more like a mark, a silent yet persistent confirmation. Her breath puffed on the side of his neck, frighteningly hot.
Li Lianhua's body froze for a moment. The heat was so intense that it almost burned into his skin through the wet clothes.
He subconsciously tried to move away a little, but just as he moved, the hand that had been clasping the back of his neck slid down, pressing firmly on his lower back with unquestionable strength, pressing him tighter against the dangerous heat.
"Don't move." Di Feisheng's voice was hoarse than before, almost biting his earlobe vaguely, and each word was filled with hot moisture and endless oppression.
Li Lianhua really stopped moving. It wasn't out of complete obedience, but with that push, a pure and gentle internal energy flowed from the other person's palm into his waist, following some mysterious path, slowly converging into the last bit of his blocked acupoint that had almost been broken open.
The feeling of this intermingling of internal energy was too strange, unlike any other martial arts he had known. It was no longer a cold confrontation or channeling, but a warm, entwined, intertwined penetration and fusion. It was as if the boundaries between the two people, enveloped by the dual warmth of the water and the inner energy, were gradually blurring and melting.
He closed his eyes, feeling the inner energy coursing through his body, bringing an indescribable sense of fullness and tranquility wherever it passed. The sea of qi, previously turbulent from the breakthrough, gradually calmed down, becoming gentle and vast.
The only sounds around were the gurgling water and the deep breathing that gradually became synchronized.
The rising white steam blurred my vision and also blurred time. It seemed like a long time had passed, and yet it seemed like only a moment.
Li Lianhua felt the hand pressing on his lower back loosen a little, and the almost fierce hug also slowed down a little, but it still wrapped around him and did not let go.
He stirred slightly and raised his head.
Di Feisheng was looking down at him. Those eyes, always sharp as cold stars, were now darkened by moisture, swirling with a thick, inextricable emotion Li Lianhua had never encountered before. There was lingering desire, forced restraint, scrutiny, and even deeper, a faint, almost imperceptible trace of worry.
Their eyes were fixed in the air, the sound of water was thick, and no one spoke first.
The water rippled and the fog grew thicker, blurring the entangled figures of the two people into a hazy freehand painting.
Di Feisheng's fingertips lingered on Li Lianhua's slightly swollen lower lip. The delicate touch carried a cherishing, almost scrutinizing, touch, and an unmistakable sense of possession. His gaze was unfathomable, locked firmly on Li Lianhua, as if to devour every subtle expression on his face.
Li Lianhua placed her hand on his chest, and could clearly feel the undercurrent beneath the steady beating, a turbulent surge that had not yet completely subsided, a wave that was only stirred up for him.
Suddenly, Di Feisheng lowered her head and kissed him again.
This time, it was not like the violent storm before, nor was it a superficial attempt, but it was a slow and deep determination.
Li Lianhua tilted his head slightly, enduring this too long and deep kiss, supported by Di Feisheng's arms around his waist and neck.
Di Feisheng's kiss gradually slid down, a wet trail running down her jaw and onto her fragile neck. He lingered on the throbbing pulse, sucking and nibbling, leaving traces of crimson, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, dazzling yet captivating. Li Lianhua couldn't help but gasp, her fingers unconsciously digging into the fabric of Di Feisheng's shoulders.
"Flute... the sound of the flute..." The sound was intermittent and became soft and sticky due to the steam.
This call seemed to light the final fuse. Di Feisheng's arms suddenly tightened, lifting him slightly, holding him closer to her. The water gurgled with this movement, flowing over their shoulders.
Di Feisheng raised his head, his eyes blazing as he watched his agitated and dazed appearance, a dark wave surging in his eyes. He kissed Li Lianhua's lips again, swallowing up all the tiny sobs.
The internal energy blended again inadvertently, more turbulent than before.
He clung feebly to Di Feisheng's shoulders, his fingertips digging into her firm flesh. His breathing became a complete commotion, each gasp scorching with heat. He felt like a small boat, tossed into the tide of desire driven by Di Feisheng, drifting aimlessly, clinging to the only piece of driftwood before him.
Di Feisheng's breathing was equally heavy. He stared at Li Lianhua's intoxicated face. Her usually cold eyes were now filled with a shimmering light, leaving only his reflection. This realization gave him an unprecedented satiate of the possessive desire in his chest, as if he wanted to completely devour this person, to melt her into his own flesh and blood.
Di Feisheng slowly loosened his grip, but still held the limp Li Lianhua tightly in his arms. He lowered his head and gently kissed his sweaty forehead, following the tear marks to wipe away the salty wetness, his movements carrying a rare tenderness afterward.
In the end, he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers. He could only bury his hot cheeks in Di Feisheng's neck, sniffing the cold and fiery breath that had almost become the source of his sense of security at this moment.
Di Feisheng's hand gently stroked his back from time to time to help him breathe, his gesture was one of complete possession and protection.
In the hot spring valley, white steam lingers and the sound of gurgling water sounds like an endless hypnotic tune.
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