Chapter 47: Punishment/Reward
The night was hazy, and the moonlight outside the window shone on the ethereal clouds, faintly swirling around the lotus pond.
Sang Ying crossed her arms, placed her feet on his knees, and after saying this, she appeared calm on the surface, but her small face was frozen.
My heart was pounding like a drum, my thoughts were in turmoil, and I was anything but calm.
She seemed to have a decent presence just now, right? That's how Rongrong's mother taught her; she should have learned about 70% of it. Why hasn't Xie Lingyu said a word? Did she scare him by being too fierce?
The young man in front of her was eerily quiet, his dark eyes fixed on her without blinking, his emotions unreadable.
Sang Ying felt a sudden, inexplicable fear, her heart clenching. She pursed her lips, "Xie Lingyu..."
Suddenly her ankle was grabbed, and the cold finger bones made Sang Ying tremble slightly. She instinctively shrank back, but her foot was held tightly.
His fingertips, covered with a thin layer of calluses, gently caressed her ankle. The young man's dark eyes were fixed on her, and his voice was low and slow: "Will this make you less angry, Junior Sister?"
She wasn't actually angry.
However, Sang Ying would not say these words aloud. She snorted in agreement and threw a timer hourglass on the ground, saying, "Kneel for half an hour."
After she replied, the young man lowered his gaze from eye to eye, and Sang Ying looked down at him.
She was stunned, not expecting him to actually kneel obediently on the washboard; she was quite surprised.
But for some reason, the scene before her eyes was not quite what she had imagined. In her mind, she should have been high and mighty, like disciplining a puppy, while he obediently knelt down to receive his punishment.
Even though she was in a superior position, the person below stared at her with aggressive eyes, his cold fingers casually caressing her ankles, his gaze sweeping slowly over her eyebrows and lips as if it were tangible.
It gave her the feeling that she was the prey, and the sensation from her ankle made her tremble uncontrollably.
...Training a dragon always takes time!
Sang Ying patted her small chest, telling herself to calm down, and shook her legs, "I've been walking all night, my legs are sore, give me a massage."
"good."
The young man readily agreed and began massaging her.
The girl was slender, and his hands were large, easily encircling her delicate white ankles, creating a striking contrast. He then moved upwards, grasping her calves and kneading them.
His pressure was just right, neither too light nor too heavy. Sang Ying's legs were indeed sore, but they felt much better, and her body gradually relaxed. Leaning against the hammock pillows, she comfortably enjoyed his massage.
She thought, "This should count as a successful training, right? He obediently knelt down and even massaged her legs."
Thinking this, Sang Ying tapped his palm with her toe, setting a rule for him: "If you make me angry again, you will be punished by kneeling on a washboard."
"good."
The young man raised his dark eyes and looked at her: "Then, junior sister, can you tell me now why you've been angry these past few days?"
Sang Ying's ears turned red. She didn't want to say anything, but then she thought, what if I don't say anything now and he makes a fuss later? So she looked away and mumbled, "I already said I didn't want to watch it, but you still insist that I watch it."
The young man in front of him suddenly chuckled, "So that's why."
Hearing him laugh, Sang Ying felt slighted. She turned her head and pressed her foot on his shoulder. "Who gave you permission to laugh? Don't laugh. Be serious."
Her ankle was gripped by cold, bony fingers. The young man looked up at her and said softly, "But what if you can't help it?"
Sang Ying glanced at him: "What's so hard to resist?"
Is it so hard to be serious?
The young man tilted his head, placed a light kiss on her ankle, and lingered upwards. His cold and sickly voice was low, "Junior Sister looked so cute at that time, so I couldn't help but want to... tease her a little more."
Sang Ying tried to pull her leg back, but her ankle was tightly gripped.
Not only that, but the dragon's tail also wrapped around the other dangling leg. The cool scales clung tightly to the skin of the dwarf leg, and the white hairs at the tip of the tail brushed against it lightly, making the heart tremble.
Despite still maintaining a superior position, Sang Ying felt no sense of control over the situation; instead, she felt like the prey in his eyes.
Sang Ying panicked and struggled, "Xie Lingyu, let go of me."
The young man lifted his eyelids, his dark eyes reflecting her flushed cheeks and watery eyes. He slowly loosened his grip on the dragon's tail and continued, "Just like now."
Sang Ying was embarrassed and annoyed, "I only asked you for the reason, I didn't ask you to demonstrate it to me!"
Qing chuckled softly. The dragon horns on his forehead had just emerged when he kissed her. The translucent, jade-like horns were even more beautiful in the moonlight, like ornaments cast from glass, both eerie and gorgeous.
Dressed in white, he exuded a cool and aloof aura, seemingly detached from the world. His aura, a blend of coldness and otherworldly charm, was so distinct that it was impossible to discern which was the true him, making it impossible to look away.
"So, how does Junior Sister plan to punish me?"
Sang Ying was completely captivated by him, staring at him blankly for a long time before she snapped back to reality when the tip of the dragon's tail lightly brushed against her ankle.
Feeling a little guilty, she tried to cover up her distraction: "What did you just say? You were speaking too softly, I didn't hear you."
Xie Lingyu already knew this when they were in the forbidden area of Yaochi. Sang Ying liked his appearance and thought he was handsome.
He has always been someone who knows how to make good use of resources.
The young man took her hand, gently kissed her fingertips, and gazed at her intently with his beautiful eyes. He said in a soft voice, "I made you angry again, Junior Sister. Shouldn't you punish me properly?"
The faint scent of sandalwood floated in the air, and Sang Ying was completely captivated by him. Her gaze was fixed on his lips, and she wondered what he was saying. His lips looked so inviting to kiss.
She hadn't really thought about what he said, and nodded in agreement, "Yes, he should be punished."
"But I'm already being punished by kneeling, so Junior Sister, you have to punish me with something else."
"Yes, that's right."
His long, slender fingers encircled her ankle and lifted her up, his toes brushing against her heart, waist, and abdomen, before gently landing on the dragon's tail through her clothes.
The dragon's tail then encircled her ankle.
Sang Ying finally snapped out of her daze, her ears instantly turning red as she tried to pull away, "Xie Lingyu, what are you doing!"
With his ankle held firmly but not too tightly, the young man said in a calm and unhurried voice, "During this period of punishment, I will not resist whatever my junior sister does to me."
Sang Ying paused and blinked.
The young man lifted his eyelids, his dark eyes fixed on her: "I bullied my junior sister so much before, and she cried all night. Don't you want to get back at her?"
Sang Ying felt ashamed and angry when this matter was brought up. Why was it that he bullied her and made her cry all night, but he got away with nothing?
But Sang Ying remained cautious. "Are you sure you won't resist?"
"If you disobey, you will be dealt with by your junior sister from now on."
Although he had bad intentions, he had never failed to keep his promises to her. Hearing this, Sang Ying felt relieved and gave a soft hum.
She didn't understand before, but now that she has, she's going to take this opportunity to bully him and make him beg her for forgiveness.
Thinking this, Sang Ying didn't move away, but instead tried to press herself against it, her fair little feet stepping on the dragon's tail.
The young man groaned, perhaps because he hadn't controlled his strength well and had stepped on it a bit too hard.
Sang Ying flinched and softened her movements upon seeing this. Through her studies, she had learned that the dragon's tail was the most vulnerable part of a dragon and was easily injured.
She just wanted him to bow down and beg her, not to hurt him.
Besides, he wasn't in good shape to begin with. The book said that other dragons would need to cultivate together for more than ten days, but he only had one night. If he got injured again, he would be finished.
Although she didn't mind that he wasn't very good at it, and she wasn't in good health either, this actually made things better for her.
Sang Ying slowly stepped on the ground. Although she had read the book, she had no practical experience and could only try her luck little by little.
After a while, wanting to see his reaction, I looked up and suddenly met his dark, deep eyes, and my heart skipped a beat.
The jade dragon horn gleamed in the moonlight, and the air was filled with a coolness.
The young man stared at her intently for an unknown amount of time, his dark eyes like the deep sea at night, seemingly calm and still, but if you weren't careful, you would be pulled into a turbulent whirlpool and trapped there, unable to escape.
...It's as if they want to devour her.
Sang Ying felt her ears burning from his gaze and hurriedly raised her hand to cover his eyes.
His palm was brushed by long eyelashes, and the young man's voice was low and slightly hoarse, "Junior sister, you're not even allowed to look?"
"You're not allowed to." Sang Ying's ears turned red, and she decided to take her domineering stance to the extreme, raising her hand to untie the red ribbon behind his head, and his brocade-like black hair immediately fell down.
She simply used a hairband to blindfold him, tying a knot at the back of his head, and said, "Don't take it off."
The young man chuckled and said, "Okay."
With him no longer watching, the oppressive feeling lessened considerably, and Sang Ying finally felt at ease and breathed a sigh of relief.
The young man before them had red silk covering his eyes, and his dragon horns shimmered. The dragon tail behind him fell to the ground, making him even more beautiful.
Sang Ying stepped on the dragon's tail again, but the young man did not react as he had at the beginning, and his expression remained calm.
After thinking about it, Sang Ying took it back. It was too difficult and inconvenient for her; she was already tired after just a short while.
"Is this all the punishment my junior sister deserves?" the young man said indifferently.
Sang Ying was provoked by him and snorted, "What's your hurry? Just wait."
She jumped down from the small hammock, reached out to undo his belt, and quickly tore open his outer shirt.
His fair inner garment was loose, revealing his delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin. Combined with the young man's current appearance, he looked like a bewitching male enchantress.
Although the two had already practiced together, Sang Ying hadn't actually watched much of it, mainly because she was shy and always looked away.
Looking back now, the only time I saw him was when I accidentally bumped into him while he was bathing at Minghua Mountain.
Actually, he has a pretty good physique. According to the book, he has a slender build with well-defined muscles and fair skin. He always clings to her, and you can feel his strength when he hugs her.
Sang Ying disliked those muscular, burly men. Once, when she and Xie Lingyu were going down the mountain, they encountered a body cultivator who was as strong as three or four of her. He shattered a large rock with a single punch.
Her face turned pale with fright. When she returned to the sect, she clung to Xie Lingyu's back, muttering to herself that she would definitely eat less in the future and never end up like that.
The boy lifted her up a little and replied to her in a light tone, "With your level of physical activity, it would be even harder to achieve that than to ascend to heaven in one place."
Thinking of this, Sang Ying poked the young man's shoulder and snorted, "You think I'm lazy and don't exercise."
The young man actually caught up with her erratic train of thought and chuckled, "Didn't you already punish me that time, Junior Sister? I made you queue up at Wufangzhai every morning for half a month to buy you pastries."
That's true. Sang Ying's fingers fell, her nails unconsciously scratching, and she lowered her eyes and whispered, "Xie Lingyu, don't you think I'm being unreasonable?"
Why did you suddenly think of this?
Sang Ying paused, her voice even softer: "I always boss you around, I have a bad temper, I'm always mean to you, and I make you kneel without saying a word..."
I like all of these.
Sang Ying was taken aback.
The young man reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his lips and lightly kissing her fingertips. His gloomy voice was sticky and husky, "Junior sister didn't hold a sword to my neck. If I didn't like it, why would I do it willingly? When junior sister does these things to me, I only feel excited, imagining bullying junior sister like before, making junior sister cry, and then..."
Sang Ying blushed and covered his mouth.
I almost forgot, this dragon is a psychologically twisted pervert! You can't use normal logic to understand him.
Putting this little incident aside, Sang Ying continued her grand plan, cupping his face in one hand and lifting it up, while placing the other hand on his Adam's apple and pressing it with her fingertips.
His Adam's apple, as smooth as jade, bobbed suddenly, and the young man let out a sigh.
The book was right, and it really worked.
Seeing this, Sang Ying became even more energetic. Her soft fingertips slid across her Adam's apple, while her other hand touched the dragon's horn, slowly caressing the lustrous jade dragon horn.
The young man's voice became breathy: "Junior sister, have you learned a lot these past few days?"
Sang Ying looked at his tense jaw, snorted softly, and raised her small face, "I've already told you I'm exceptionally talented, okay?"
As she spoke, she reached into his clothes and pulled out the dragon's tail. She could clearly feel the young man's body becoming more tense and his breathing becoming heavier.
Sang Ying had only glanced at it briefly before, without looking closely, but now that she saw the complete dragon tail under the moonlight, she was still startled.
She couldn't grasp it; the little green dragon's huge tail lay in her palm, its tip greeting her warmly and poking her palm.
She looks obedient now, but Sang Ying hasn't forgotten how she used to bully her. She wasn't fooled by the illusion and pinched the dragon's tail with her fair fingertips.
The owner of the dragon's tail, the little green dragon himself, groaned, "It's been a few days, and my junior sister has become much bolder."
Although Rong Xueman taught her, Sang Ying dared to do this mainly because he had his eyes covered.
She would get shy and blush every time she met his gaze; if he looked at her, she definitely wouldn't dare to make a move.
Sang Ying blushed and slowly stroked the dragon's tail. The jade dragon tail behind him wrapped around her waist again.
As she moved, the dragon's tail tightened its grip.
Sang Ying observed the young man's expression and saw that his pale jaw was taut and his breathing was getting heavier, so she suddenly released her tail.
The young man suddenly raised his head, looking both bewildered and helpless, his gaze following her direction through the red silk covering his eyes.
Seeing him like this, Sang Ying felt a sense of relief and satisfaction, just like how he had treated her last time.
Her eyes crinkled into a smile. "Xie Lingyu, are you feeling very unwell right now?"
"Hmm." The young man's voice was low and extremely hoarse, as if he had lost control of his mind and was in a daze.
"Don't you really want me to keep petting your tail?"
"yes."
Sang Ying smiled and said, "Then beg me, say some nice things, and maybe I'll be happy and help you."
The young man suddenly chuckled softly, a low, chilling laugh. Sang Ying was startled, a bad premonition rising in her heart.
Just as she was about to step back, the dragon's tail wrapped around her waist, suddenly pulling her closer and drawing her into the young man's arms.
With one hand, he tore off the red silk covering her eyes, and the young man's warm fingertips lifted her small face.
His dark, clear eyes met hers, and he chuckled softly, his lazy, low voice speaking slowly: "So, Junior Sister wanted to play this kind of trick."
Sang Ying could easily see through his act now; he was faking it. Right, dragons have a hot flash period, and he endured it for three years. With such self-control, how could he lose control so easily at her slightest touch?
How dare he lie to her!
Sang Ying was furious and pushed him: "Let go of me! You said you wouldn't resist, Xie Lingyu, you've broken the rules!"
Her small face turned as she turned her finger bones, and an hourglass appeared in her eyes, the fine sand in the upper half of which had already run out.
Sang Ying's eyes widened.
"Junior sister's punishment time is over."
My body felt lighter as I was lifted up and then sank into the soft hammock.
The hammock swayed slightly, and the young man knelt down on one knee. His collar was loose, revealing his beautiful collarbone and fair skin. The dragon horns on his forehead were translucent and crystal clear, exuding an eerie and lush beauty.
The scent of sandalwood pressed down on her, enveloping her in this small world. The intense pressure made Sang Ying's heart tremble.
She suddenly looked up and met his eyes. His dark eyes sparkled with a hint of gold, like a wild beast that had been lying in wait for a long time finally baring its fangs. With just a gentle bite to the neck, it could kill its prey.
...He's not really going to eat her, is he?!
Sang Ying immediately cowered, trembling involuntarily, "Xie Lingyu..."
Her hand was grabbed, but the ferocious beast did not bite down. Instead, it gently kissed her fingertips, leaving them sticky and wet.
"Please, baby."
He then took her hand and placed it on the dragon horn on her forehead, kissed the corner of her lips, leaned close to her ear, and whispered a low voice into her ear.
"And... what's the punishment for making me cry this time?"
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