Chapter 36: In Deep Water and Scorching Heat
The moonlight was soft and quiet, and several water lilies swayed and grew above the clouds. Fine, dense raindrops, carrying a coolness, brushed against my cheeks.
Sang Ying was a little more awake now. She looked down and saw the crimson fabric embroidered with twin lotus flowers fall down, revealing the white rabbit tail. Fine raindrops fell on it, stirring up a slight chill.
She was held tightly in his arms, unable to lean against him, a dragon tail wrapped around her waist, the fluffy tip of the tail tickling her back.
Sang Ying's cheeks flushed. She had been so easily charmed that she let him kiss her all over, including the rabbit's tail.
He not only kissed, he also had sex.
His hands were large with long fingers, and the rabbit's tail was small compared to his hands; one hand could completely hold the rabbit's tail in the palm of his hand.
Sang Ying felt extremely embarrassed when she thought about that scene, and quickly pulled her clothes over herself to cover up.
She was truly corrupted by this wicked dragon. In just a few days, she was kissing and showing off to him, and she had nothing left to offer.
Wait... he won't mind that she's too young, will he? Sang Ying pressed down on her clothes, and this thought suddenly popped into her mind.
She was young and frail, and shorter than her peers. She had been carefully cared for all these years, but she was still petite, unlike ordinary female cultivators.
"What is Senior Sister thinking about?"
Her earlobe was suddenly bitten hard, followed by a long finger pressing down. The young man behind her spoke in a low, cold voice: "Distracted at a time like this, are you thinking about your useless husband?"
Sang Ying's eyes welled up with tears, and it took her several seconds to recover. She was both embarrassed and annoyed. "Yes, I was wondering what was wrong with him."
"besides……"
Sang Ying blushed and grabbed his hand, "Don't move."
They're diligently cultivating themselves; what are they doing?
"But doesn't Senior Sister like it?" he replied softly, and even showed her the evidence by holding his finger in front of her eyes.
Sang Ying immediately noticed the lotus dew on his fingers, its sweet fragrance mingling with the scent of sandalwood.
"This tastes familiar."
The young man looked at her reddened earlobes and said thoughtfully, "I seem to have..."
Just before her memory returned, Sang Ying saw him seemingly about to bring the food to his lips, her ears turning bright red. She quickly grabbed his arm, "You're mistaken! You definitely haven't eaten it!"
Seeing her self-deceiving behavior, Xie Lingyu couldn't help but laugh, pinching her cheek, "Senior sister, is this an admission of guilt?"
Sang Ying: "..."
She blushed and said, "You're not allowed to eat it!"
Sang Ying looked quite inexperienced in all of this. Xie Lingyu didn't know whether she should be glad that her husband was impotent, which gave him the opportunity to get so close to her.
Not long ago, he scoffed at the idea of being a "lover," but now he's willing to accept it.
The young man rested his chin against her neck, remained still for a few breaths, then suddenly chuckled softly, picked a water lily, and used his fingertips to pluck the petals, dipping them in dew and probing into the lotus heart.
The surrounding fire elemental energy was drawn in, circling around the water lily and dyeing the petals a vibrant crimson, making it beautiful and eye-catching.
A light drizzle fell all around, and the clouds and mist drifted by.
When the young man remained calm and composed, he seemed like a detached immortal, casually playing with the delicate water lilies and stirring up the dew.
The young man's chin rested lazily on the crook of her neck, the scent of sandalwood completely enveloping her, along with the warmth of his breath brushing against her ear.
He watched as her wet eyes became hazy, like a lost little fox, weakly holding his hand, leaning against him and whimpering.
Xie Lingyu kissed the corner of her lips and whispered, "He can't even help you with your cultivation, Senior Sister. What's the point of keeping such a useless man around?"
Water and fire elements converge, their spiritual power mingling, creating a scene of intense heat and turmoil.
Sang Ying was immersed in this surging spiritual energy and didn't hear what he was saying at all. She only knew that she wanted more, and hummed and whimpered, "More..."
The young man stopped. Sang Ying waited for a while, until even the sandalwood scent had faded away. Suddenly, her spiritual energy was cut off, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, as if ants were crawling on her.
He opened his eyes groggily and saw the young man sitting on the other side of the cloud, lazily leaning against it and admiring the flowers.
Sang Ying's eyes filled with tears, her expression a mixture of grievance and resentment, "Xie Lingyu...!"
The young man glanced at her unhurriedly, leisurely swaying his dragon tail, resting his chin on his hand, and looked at her with a composed expression: "What's wrong, Senior Sister?"
...He knew perfectly well!
It was intentional! He deliberately kissed her there, waiting for her to become dazed and immersed in the moment, then suddenly cut off his spiritual power and left her cold, just wanting to see her suffer.
Having figured out his despicable behavior, Sang Ying was furious and turned her face away, not wanting to talk to him. However, she felt really uncomfortable. Her fire elemental spiritual power, which had been flowing continuously, had suddenly disappeared, and her body was extremely uncomfortable.
Moreover, she was just a little short; she felt she was only a hair's breadth away from reaching the same level she had reached while soaking in the hot springs yesterday, but he withdrew his finger.
Sang Ying bit her lip. Xie Lingyu, who had lost her memory, was too wicked. How could she deliberately not give it to her?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She lay down in the cloud and curled up like a mushroom.
Sang Ying has always been stubborn. Once she decides to ignore him, she won't. She didn't even glance at him when she was feeling extremely upset.
After a long standoff, the young man finally took the initiative to come to her, pulled her into his arms, and sighed, "I'm already your lover without any status or title, and you won't even say a few sweet words to coax me?"
Sang Ying bit his finger, glaring at him, "I hate you, you bad dragon, you bastard..."
Xie Lingyu pressed her lips with his finger and kissed her again, silencing her before she could finish speaking.
Spiritual energy surged back into the body, flowing through the meridians.
Sang Ying was kissed by him and soon started whimpering again, snuggling comfortably in his arms to refine her spiritual energy.
Until the touch on her lips changed from cool fingers to something warm and supple, it was the dragon's tail that pressed against her, sliding back and forth along her leg.
Sang Ying suddenly trembled and gripped his arm tightly with her fingers.
She was still half asleep, and opened her eyes a crack. "Is this... your dragon tail?"
"Mmm." He hugged her from behind, took her hand, and pulled it over to cover her from the front. "Senior sister, do you want to touch it?"
She touched a bit of a dragon's tail in her palm; it seemed to be the tip. The sensation was strange. She thought, "So this is a dragon's tail." A mischievous creature slid between her legs, gently poking her palm, making it tickle slightly.
However... the dragon's tail is too short. Sang Ying only touched the tip of the dragon's tail. She thought to herself in a daze, and wanted to say it, but she held back.
Her rabbit tail wasn't very big, and he didn't mind, so she shouldn't mind him either.
Xie Lingyu kissed her slowly, coaxing her softly in her ear, "If you divorce him, I'll give myself to you, okay?"
Sang Ying: "?"
Sang Ying: "..."
Sang Ying fell into deep thought.
She was silent for a moment, then spoke softly and weakly, "Then let's not."
Xie Lingyu narrowed her eyes, a fierce glint appearing in them. She pinched her cheek and lifted her up, saying, "What's so good about him? He made you live like a widow for three years, and you still love him that much?"
Sang Ying: "..."
No, she just felt that getting divorced and then remarrying was too much trouble.
Sang Ying was conflicted. Should she just be honest with him? She thought he was taking his role as her lover way too seriously.
But how can I explain it? Will he believe me?
Seeing that she was keeping her head down and not speaking, Xie Lingyu assumed that she had agreed. His dark eyes became even more gloomy, and he pursed his lips, turned her around, and lifted her up by hooking his knuckles around her ankle.
The dragon's tail, bound by golden rings, wrapped around her waist. The dragon's tail thumped a few times before it silently tried to kiss her.
Sang Ying panicked immediately, "Xie Lingyu, you can't!"
Xie Lingyu pinched her cheek, her eyes dark and her tone icy.
"What, is Senior Sister still thinking of remaining chaste for him?"
The familiar stinging sensation came, and tears welled up in Sang Ying's eyes. She grabbed his arm and said, "No... it's what you said, that we can't cultivate together now."
Xie Lingyu paused slightly and stopped.
Sang Ying blushed and looked away, whispering, "You said it yourself, my body is too weak to withstand your power, I need to be at least at the Foundation Establishment stage."
"Not because of your husband?"
Sang Ying was embarrassed and annoyed, and her voice was even softer, like a mosquito's buzz: "If it's because of this, you've already kissed him once, and... it's no different from a joint cultivation, so what's there to guard?"
What she said makes sense. Now she exudes his scent, and anyone who sees her can tell that she has a close relationship with him.
Thinking of this, Xie Lingyu felt a little better and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Does it hurt?"
Sang Ying gave a vague "hmm," not knowing why, even though the dragon's tail seemed clumsy and cute to her, it hurt both times before she even started cultivating.
I don't understand, but it's definitely Xie Lingyu's fault; it's all his fault.
"My senior sister is too weak and has no experience. It's normal that it hurts because her skin will leave red marks when pinched."
Sang Ying sniffed, intending to tell him the truth: "Xie Lingyu, actually my husband... um!"
The young man sealed her voice with a kiss, his voice filled with fierceness and murderous intent as he coldly said, "From now on, you are not allowed to mention him in front of me again."
Sang Ying: "..."
When did she mention it? Didn't he bring it up on his own initiative? He still insists on comparing himself to himself, and then gets angry when she does.
Sang Ying met his gloomy eyes, trembled slightly, and nodded a little. Fine, if he's willing to be a lover, let him be one for a while longer.
The young man's fingers suddenly gripped her ankle again.
Sang Ying shrank back slightly. "Didn't we say we wouldn't kiss anymore?"
"Not intimate."
The young man pulled her into his arms and held her close, saying, "Before you reach Foundation Establishment, let's help you get used to it."
Sang Ying sat in his lap, confused. Just as she was about to ask how to get used to it, the young man adjusted her position, and she leaned against him. The dragon tail was now pressed tightly against the petals, without any barrier between them.
The dragon's tail also wrapped around her waist, cool and smooth like jade, but its temperature was completely different from that of the dragon's tail.
Sang Ying felt the temperature was even hotter than the fire elemental energy, and she clenched her knuckles tightly.
She initially wanted to run away, but then she thought that she would have to cultivate with him sooner or later, and if she got used to it now, she wouldn't have to suffer during cultivation.
Sang Ying was still somewhat doubtful. She shifted uncomfortably and asked in a low, suspicious voice, "Xie Lingyu, is this really okay?"
"Why don't you try it and see, senior sister?"
The young man embraced her from behind, his dragon tail slowly rubbing against her, and he suddenly felt the girl in his arms tense up.
He rested his chin on her shoulder, his fingertips tracing the rabbit tail slowly, while reminding her to cultivate: "With so much fire elemental power, Senior Sister, don't waste it."
Sang Ying's eyelashes trembled. The dragon's tail and fingers were completely different, and its presence was so strong that it was hard to ignore. It was right next to her, and it was really hard for her not to focus on cultivating peacefully.
The surrounding water lilies swayed with the clouds and mist, shrouded in a light drizzle.
Sang Ying held his arm and suddenly smelled the lotus dew in the air becoming stronger, sweet and cloying, flowing down the lotus petals and dripping onto the dragon's tail.
Sang Ying froze, realizing what was happening.
The young man behind him suddenly chuckled, moved his dragon tail which was soaked in lotus dew, dipped his long finger in it, and rubbed it between his fingertips, making the fragrance of the lotus dew even stronger.
His voice was clear and low, "Senior sister seems to like it very much."
Sang Ying blushed instantly and raised her hand to cover his mouth, "Don't say it!"
"Why can't I say it?" The young man pulled her hand down, his dragon tail gliding slowly. "Just now, Senior Sister was so bold as to sneak around with me in front of others, but now you can't even say a word?"
"..."
Sang Ying really wanted to tell him that in Xu Baishen's eyes they were a legitimate couple, with a certificate from the Immortal Alliance and a marriage contract, so it didn't count as adultery; at most, it was just showing affection.
But after glancing at how he was enjoying himself and had completely adapted to being her lover, she remained silent for two seconds before finally saying nothing.
Oh well, as long as he's happy.
Sang Ying shifted uncomfortably. "Xie Lingyu, I'm not feeling well."
Xie Lingyu thought she was in pain from cultivating, so he became serious.
Where does it hurt?
Sang Ying's voice became even softer, barely audible: "It's hot."
She was still a little confused as she spoke, and poked his dragon tail covered in scales. "Why is your body temperature always lukewarm, and your scales are cool, but your dragon tail is warm?"
The air quieted down, but there was an inexplicable sense of oppression.
It was like the calm before the storm.
Sang Ying was a little confused, "What... um!"
Before she could finish speaking, the young man hugged her, turned her around, pinched her cheek, and kissed her.
The young man, who had just been in a gentle mood, suddenly became fierce, as if he was venting some emotion, or as if he was trying his best to suppress it, and he was almost biting her lips.
Sang Ying didn't understand what she had done to offend him. She pushed his shoulder with her hand, and could only let out a weak whimper while being kissed.
The surrounding fire elemental energy grew increasingly dense, and the surging spiritual energy rushed into her body, causing Sang Ying to feel hot all over and her head to spin from the overwhelming spiritual energy.
But the dragon's tail didn't let her off the hook either, pressing tightly against her. With each kiss and gentle bump, the temperature was even higher than before, almost burning to the bone, perhaps due to the increased fire elemental energy around them.
The moonlight flickered, and the already fine rain began to fall even more heavily.
The spring water by the stream flows gently, and the moon reflected in it is shattered by raindrops, leaving only a broken shadow. The pale purple irises blooming by the stream sway as the raindrops hit them.
The water lilies in the stream were in full bloom, and the rich dew dripped continuously down the branches, intertwining with the elemental energy in the air.
Sang Ying's thick eyelashes were wet, whether from rain or her own tears, she couldn't tell, they trembled incessantly, her hand weakly resting on his shoulder.
After being kissed for an unknown amount of time, the young man finally calmed down a bit, released her, and whispered, "Don't say things like that again next time."
"oh……"
Sang Ying was dazed from the kiss, and mumbled a response, pointing to the dragon tail wrapped around her waist, "It's so tight, it hurts."
The dragon's tail released its grip, and Sang Ying breathed a sigh of relief. She moved her body and was about to stand up with his help when her legs suddenly gave way and the rain made her slippery, causing her to fall back down.
The young man reached out to help her in time, but it was too late.
Sang Ying let out a sob, her eyes instantly reddening, her clear pupils becoming misty and unfocused. She opened her mouth and bit his shoulder, clenching her fingers tightly until they turned white.
When she came to her senses, the young man had already moved her to another position, examining her wounds and applying Jinlian's ointment to her with his fingertips.
Sang Ying's ears burned. "No, no need to apply the medicine."
The young man said in a calm tone, "You were in so much pain just now that you bit someone, and you still want to be stubborn, senior sister?"
Sang Ying's ears grew hotter and hotter. She stopped talking, buried her head in his chest, and her eyes were wet.
She had accidentally eaten some, but she didn't seem to feel any pain. Instead, she felt the same pain as when Xie Lingyu helped her at the hot springs last time.
After that, she would become very lazy and not want to move. Like a well-fed and watered cat, Sang Ying lazily nestled in his arms and let him serve her. He dried her clothes and picked her up from the cloud.
Seeing him disperse the surrounding water lilies and clear away the aura, Sang Ying asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to continue?"
Xie Lingyu glanced at her and said, "That elemental spiritual energy was enough for Senior Sister to refine for two days. Or is Senior Sister still not satisfied?"
Sang Ying blushed instantly.
As the restriction dissipated, a young man's figure descended from afar. Sang Ying finally understood why he was in such a hurry; it turned out that Xu Baishen had come looking for her.
Despite being Xie Lingyu's legal husband, Sang Ying felt like she was having an affair. Embarrassed, she buried her head in Xie Lingyu's arms and pretended to be dead.
Xu Baishen saw the barrier from afar and wondered why it was set up. As soon as he arrived, the barrier dissipated, and he saw the young man holding the girl.
The latter seemed to have just heard something and buried his head in embarrassment.
The girl was dressed neatly, but there were scattered red marks on her exposed neck and wrists. He wasn't stupid; he could tell at a glance what the two of them had just done.
A sudden surge of irritability and resentment welled up within him, rushing straight to his chest, intensifying his hatred.
Immediately afterward, a dark thought arose uncontrollably.
If she absolutely needs a lover... why can't he be one?
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