He was distracted... and probably didn't really want to.
Huo Chengying walked out of the Tianxuan Department's gate and saw Yan Huanyue gracefully landing in front of her, her sleeves fluttering like snowflakes.
Huo Chengying greatly admired people who were efficient and clean in their work. In her opinion, Yan Huanyue was indeed worthy of being from a major sect.
Although it's clear that his cultivation level isn't high, his movements are swift, his predictions are extremely accurate, and he's very skilled at combining swordsmanship and magic. He has a deep understanding of his own strengths and weaknesses, and every move he makes is a deadly strike.
Such a person bears the marks of constant tempering in the arena of life and death. From the very first move, he is planning for a final, decisive strike.
Huo Chengying had heard of the Heavenly Stele Secret Realm of the Tianyan Sect, which meant that Yan Huanyue was a good disciple.
The most important quality of a good disciple is obedience, and the ability to discern how to obey. Such a disciple will often become a valuable asset in the future, whether used by the sect, the Sky Patrol Bureau, aristocratic families, or even by the common people.
Those with little strength should protect themselves; if they have more, they should give a little to others. Those with ability should do great things, uphold righteousness, and not seek personal gain.
This is Huo Chengying's belief. She can only be considered "small in strength" now, but she also wants to do this person a little "favor".
"Are you interested in joining the Tianxuan Department in the future? You can do so when you leave home. After passing the trials, you can serve for three months each year."
Yan Huanyue stood under the eaves and calmly brushed the snow off her clothes. "Thank you, but I just hit your third young master and offended the master. I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet him. Let's just forget about it."
Huo Chengying asked in astonishment, "What? Aren't you from the same sect?"
Yan Huanyue said, "People in this world are all people, and some of them kill each other endlessly. I came here to ask, did you take away the demonic pouch that you and I encountered before?"
Huo Chengying said, "Yes, he's gone. When you pass by, remember to remove the barrier that was left on his head to block the snow."
Yan Huanyue said, "Okay, thank you."
After bidding farewell, he leaped into the air on his sword and flew towards the neighborhood where the Lu family lived.
As I passed the alleyway where the demon sac was frozen, I casually took away the barrier it had left behind.
She flew directly to the sky above the Yunshui Courtyard, brushed aside the snow-covered bamboo near the east wing, and quietly landed in the courtyard.
The lights in the main room were off, and the candlelight in the little golden fox lampbox had long since gone out.
She took a candle from her treasure pouch and lit the small lampbox. The majestic little golden raccoon solemnly pounced on the butterflies in the air.
Yan Huanyue thought that if she could meet it again when she returned to Tianyan Sect, she would definitely keep it by her side and rub the fluffy little guy to relax every day after her cultivation.
She did not return to the main room first, but went to Beixiaoxuan to take a bath.
After bathing and returning to the inner room of the main house, she saw the faint light from the little golden fox lampbox shining through the window, illuminating Pei Xuanzhi's slender figure as he sat with his head down on the small couch.
The firelight danced on his pure white snow-white clothes, flowing through the gold embroidery along the edges of his sleeves. The faint light made him appear even more aloof and frail.
Yan Huanyue closed the small door to the inner room, lit another candle, and used a hand seal to dispel the barrier surrounding him.
While taking out the jade hairpin to tie her hair and letting her half-dry long hair dry, she turned around, poured herself a cup of hot water, took a sip, and said gently, "I went out for a bit just now. I didn't know you were awake. Are you hungry?"
A faint, cool fragrance of snow-laden pine and bamboo wafted over like a mist. Yan Huanyue took a gentle sniff and noticed that his scent was sweeter than usual.
Pei Xuanzhi remained seated on the edge of the small couch with his head bowed, his disheveled hair hanging down along with the gold hair tie, motionless.
A pair of clean, white feet stepped onto the dark floor, their insteps and toes tinged with a pale red from the cold.
Yan Huanyue then noticed that something was wrong with him. She put down her cup and walked quickly to him, asking softly, "Xuanzhi, what's wrong?"
It smells so good, it smells so good...
Yan Huanyue bit her lip secretly, recalling the feeling of eating the demon seeds in the illusion. She felt that Pei Xuanzhi's slightly sweet and cool fragrance was more attractive to her than those demon seeds.
He finally moved, tilting his head slightly to look up at her, his face pale and his voice hoarse, "Where did you go?"
Yan Huanyue looked at the excessive water in his eyes and the tears still glistening at the corners of his eyes, and said softly, "Why are you crying?"
As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently wiped the corner of his pinkish eyes.
Pei Xuanzhi trembled slightly, staring at her in disbelief.
"You smell so good..."
Pei Xuanzhi suddenly felt a chill run through his body and casually pushed her away.
He then realized that he had been unconsciously spreading his fragrance for quite some time during his struggle with his soul, and now that the barrier was open, the whole room was filled with his scent.
He pulled out several yellow talismans from his sleeve and pasted them on the doors and windows to prevent them from being leaked.
Yan Huanyue moved closer and sat down next to him, blinking her eyes and staring at him intently. She held the quilt hanging from the edge of the small couch with her hands and moved closer to him little by little.
Before long, she was already half-leaning in his arms, burying her head in his neck, her nose gently rubbing against him.
A layer of pink instantly spread from Pei Xuanzhi's snow-white neck, staining the corners of her eyes red.
He remained seated, his expression desolate. He raised a hand to brush her long hair, pinched her chin to make her lift her head, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you like Xue Jingnian? Did you kiss him?"
Yan Huanyue's eyes were glistening with tears, and her cheeks were flushed. Forced to look up, she gazed at his thin, moving lips, their sweet, soft tone barely audible. "I...want to kiss you..."
A glistening tear rolled down Pei Xuanzhi's cheek. He gently rubbed her red lips with his thumb, his eyes dark and unfathomable, filled with struggle.
"What about me? Sister Huanyue, shouldn't I also find you a husband you like...?"
At this moment, Yan Huanyue was eager to agree to anything he asked, so when he asked her a question, she answered seriously, "Yes."
But his hands were also full of fragrance, which he rubbed onto her lips. She couldn't help but open her lips and purse his thumb, taking a small taste.
Her unexpected move, the warm and soft sensation of her wrapping around him, sent a tingling sensation from his fingertips throughout his body, making Pei Xuanzhi feel stiff and numb all over.
Pei Xuanzhi felt it for a long time, and finally lost control completely, unable to resist pulling her into his arms.
He pulled her down onto the small couch with one arm around her, and pressed the back of her neck with the other, forcing her to lie on top of him and kiss his thin lips deeply.
The soft, warm touch realistically covered his lips. He closed his eyes lightly, unconsciously tightening his arms around her waist, using his tongue to invade the burning sensation on his lips that could melt a person.
Gradually, his breathing became more and more disordered, and hot tears welled up from the corners of his slightly pink eyes.
Yan Huanyue was stunned for a long time, then suddenly propped herself up on the bed and looked at the person beneath her.
Pei Xuanzhi's thin lips were light pink, his eyes were brimming with spring water, and his hands were pressing on her waist as he breathed softly.
He gazed silently at Yan Huanyue, his fingers tightening their grip on the thin veil around her waist as he whispered seductively:
"What others can do, I can do too, and I can do it better... We're husband and wife, so we should like each other, right?"
Yan Huanyue stared at him blankly, her nose filled with the faint, lingering fragrance emanating from him. "It is..."
"do you like me?"
"like……"
She gently stroked the corners of his burning eyes, her gaze falling on his pale pink lips; they looked so sweet…
She leaned down and kissed him, lightly pecking him repeatedly. The cool softness carried an indescribable sweetness that seeped into his heart. Pei Xuanzhi closed his eyes, letting her complete what they hadn't finished on their wedding night in a hazy, dreamlike deception.
He didn't originally want much, but the desire aroused by her sweet and soft lips and tongue broke through his control in an instant.
He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, relentlessly demanding the heat of her lips and tongue.
Countless golden mists crawled out from behind him, excitedly wrapping around her limbs and waist, trembling as they slipped into her sleeves and dress, rubbing excitedly against her wrists and ankles.
Yan Huanyue was almost suffocating from his ministrations, desperately turning her face to breathe, while Pei Xuanzhi continued to harass her neck.
The cool, rustling sensation all over her body made her bite her lip involuntarily.
For a moment she regained her senses, she held him tightly, struggled to raise her neck, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and whispered, "Xuanzhi, Xuanzhi..."
The sash around her waist was rumpled and disheveled by his touch. Hearing her voice, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and gripped her shoulders tightly. It took him a long time to recover.
Pei Xuanzhi kissed his way to the collar of her dress. When he bit the edge of the collar and almost tore it open, he hesitated for a moment and stopped.
There was too much golden mist, and the sensation on his skin was too intense. He hadn't reached his peak of sexual desire yet and couldn't handle so much pleasure.
He could only tremble as he rested his head on her chest, feeling the soft, warm sensation emanating from the golden mist.
He looked up at her with adoration, his eyes filled with the beauty of spring, her face flushed and her cheeks rosy.
He slowly crept up to her damp temples and kissed her burning cheeks, whispering, "Sister Huanyue...you must remember how you feel now."
Unable to resolve her escalating emotions, Yan Huanyue could only hold him, crying and calling his name.
Pei Xuanzhi bit his own tongue to force himself to stay awake, then kissed her and fed her the blood from his own tongue.
Yan Huanyue's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and her face was a mixture of sweat and tears. She half-closed her eyes, hugged his neck, and sucked his blood.
The scent of blood, carrying a cool fragrance, somewhat distracted her, and she gradually calmed down.
Pei Xuanzhi kissed her, picked her up, brushed away the strands of hair clinging to her cheek, and forcefully withdrew the golden mist.
Just as I finished feeding her and placed her on the bed in the inner room, she suddenly tugged at her clothes at her chest and trembled, calling out in a tearful voice, "Xuanzhi!"
Then she closed her eyes, slid onto the bed, and fainted.
Pei Xuanzhi turned around and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Another golden mist has broken free and escaped...
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When Yan Huanyue woke up, she smelled the fragrance of bewitching blood in her mouth, and the sense of loss that had accumulated over her body was still faintly creeping up layer by layer.
Her memory only extends to the moment she couldn't help but snuggle into his arms, and the last time she greedily sucked his blood.
She turned her head to look to the side, where the north wind was blowing snow outside the window.
Pei Xuanzhi seemed to have just taken a bath, and was dressed in a dark blue brocade robe. He sat in the dim light of dawn, staring intently at her.
Seeing that she was awake, he got up and handed her a large glass of warm water.
Yan Huanyue lifted the covers, sat up, took the glass of water, and took a sip.
She was really thirsty from being up all night, so she tilted her head back and drank the water all at once, then sat quietly holding the cup.
Pei Xuanzhi's voice was a little hoarse as he calmly stated, "It was my fault for not controlling it properly. I just didn't notice the fragrance spreading. The golden mist got into your clothes, but only... only at the very end, it..."
Yan Huanyue remembered the chill in her chest and interrupted, lowering her eyes, "I remember."
"Senior Sister Yan, from now on..."
It's only natural for men and women to be attracted to each other. She had lived two lives, but in the past, she simply didn't want to, nor was she enthusiastic about, this.
However, she didn't think that having something happen with her Daoist partner was a big deal.
Moreover, she did indeed experience a hazy, dreamlike feeling that she had never felt before when she was shrouded in golden mist.
But this person is Pei Xuanzhi.
He was weak and probably couldn't withstand the strain, and even if she bullied him, he still had to feed her blood from the tip of his tongue to wake her up.
He... was probably not really willing.
Yan Huanyue glanced at him, then lowered her eyes again, holding her cup and speaking softly:
"Xuanzhi, I hope you can understand that we are husband and wife... I will treat you well from now on. You can move to the east wing."
"I will treat you well from now on" made Pei Xuanzhi's heart flutter violently, but in the end she still asked him to move out of the main house.
Yan Huanyue thought for a moment, then took out two high-grade spirit stones she had received the night before and handed them to him. “Take these and use them. I will share some of what I earn with you in the future. Just take good care of yourself.”
Pei Xuanzhi's expression gradually dimmed. His fingertips, still glistening with light, took the spirit stone, examining it casually in his hand, and softly asked:
"Is this all you plan to give me from now on, as a way of taking care of me and repaying the kindness my father showed me?"
Yan Huanyue frowned and said, "Speak properly. How can it be about such a small favor? Besides, I can't give you much right now. You... I know you're not in a good mood. Go back and rest."
Pei Xuanzhi looked at her calmly, and after a long while, he finally said in a low voice, "Senior sister, have you ever thought that in matters between husband and wife, it is hoped that the two people originally liked each other?"
Yan Huanyue was taken aback. It turned out that he didn't care about the title of husband and wife, but rather whether the person was truly the one he loved.
Yan Huanyue felt deeply that life is unpredictable. Since he was such a pure and innocent person, and she had never been moved or had any dark thoughts, how could she have hugged and kissed him first?
She lowered her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I was indeed bewitched by the fragrance last night, it wasn't intentional. If that's what you think... then let's try to see each other less in the future, that would probably be better for you."
Pei Xuanzhi nearly vomited blood, but he had a long life ahead of him, and they were Daoist partners. He wasn't afraid of this temporary rejection, so he tried his best to remain calm and said:
"What happened last night has nothing to do with you. I was sober. I couldn't help myself. You can do whatever you want with me. It's dawn, I'll go cook dinner."
Yan Huanyue suddenly realized that, regardless of whether she liked him or not, and whether she was willing or not, he was ultimately a person who could shoulder responsibilities quite well, and was actually somewhat suitable to be a Daoist partner.
She couldn't be taken care of by him every day, so she got up and followed him into the kitchen, where she sat under the stove and began to tend the fire.
The only sound in the bright and tidy kitchen was the crackling of burning firewood.
Pei Xuanzhi stood silently by the stove washing vegetables. After a long while, he asked casually, "Does Senior Sister have someone she likes?"
Yan Huanyue kept her head down, watching how much spiritual power could be burned in a single breath in the flame at her fingertips, trying to see if she could generate a larger flame with less spiritual power.
Upon hearing this, he shook his head and replied, "No."
What about Xue Jingnian?
He wanted to ask, but knew he couldn't. The golden mist within his soul twisted and struggled, fighting amongst itself, yet he managed to conceal his surging greed and delusions, standing quietly beside her.
He doesn't care who she liked in the past, as long as he can make her like him completely in the future, isn't that enough?
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