Chapter 35 Chapter 35: Rabbit Tail
As soon as Sang Ying felt the elemental spiritual energy merging into her body, she realized that this was indeed the case and that he needed to cooperate with her, so the young man stopped.
She looked up at him with her small face, listened to his words, blinked her clear eyes, and began to think seriously. After a moment of contemplation, she spoke earnestly:
"Well... I did have an affair with you for that reason, but of course there are other reasons why I want you to be my lover."
Xie Lingyu was surprised that she so frankly admitted that getting close to him was to take advantage of his cultivation. She was so angry that she almost laughed. She was so open and honest.
He tried his best to suppress his emotions, pinched her cheek, and asked, "What's the reason?"
It can't be that he is her husband and she is deliberately deceiving him while he has amnesia, can it?
Sang Ying thought for a moment with a troubled expression, staring at his gloomy yet undeniably handsome face, and managed to squeeze out the words: "...because you're good-looking."
That's the truth. The reason she went to so much trouble to take him back was because he was good-looking. Even as a teenager, he was already outstanding in appearance, making him impossible to look away from.
Now that he has shed his youthful naiveté, he has become even more handsome. When he is calmly pretending to be a virtuous gentleman, he is a high and mighty, aloof immortal lord. But when his true nature is revealed, he transforms into a different person, gloomy and sickly, with his dragon tail and horns fully displayed, lush and eerie.
Xie Lingyu was taken aback: "Just because of this?"
Sang Ying nodded solemnly.
Xie Lingyu: "...Superficial."
Sang Ying, who had been criticized, snorted and muttered, "It's not just me who's superficial; you have no idea how many female cultivators are lusting after your good looks."
Even after getting married, female cultivators still send him sword tassels and purses. He doesn't even know to be more discreet in public. Why does he have to dress so nicely when fighting demons?
She raised her hand and grabbed his hand that was pinching her chin, her cheeks still puffed out like a little squirrel, and glared at him with dissatisfaction: "I've asked you all, are you going to kiss me or not?"
Xie Lingyu laughed in exasperation.
How could there be such a person, who so confidently admits that getting close to him was for the purpose of cultivation, and that wanting him as a lover was only because he was good-looking?
What an annoying woman.
The hatred grew stronger, but the heat in his chest burned even more intensely.
His blood was surging with desire, and the heat of his passion made him want to hold her in his arms every second, to kiss every inch of her skin, his dragon tail tightly wrapped around her, never to be separated again.
He thought that way, and he did it.
With his chin still gripped, he lowered his head and kissed her. The girl's alluring fragrance, which he found repulsive, grew stronger and closer, completely enveloping him.
This time, however, he didn't back away. Instead, he held the back of her head, parted her lips and tongue, and kissed her even more deeply.
"Mmm..."
The girl wasn't very cooperative, pushing his arm as if to remind him of something.
He impatiently grabbed her hand with one hand and pinned it against the tree, channeling the surging water elemental energy within his body. Water lilies bloomed around them, and a light drizzle fell on the two of them.
A large amount of fire elemental spiritual energy was attracted, and the dense spiritual energy almost solidified, attaching itself to the water lily and dyeing the petals a bright crimson. A portion of it surged to the girl's side, merging into her body and transforming into spiritual energy for cultivation.
The girl stopped struggling and obediently leaned against the tree as he kissed her, humming softly.
A snobbish, wicked woman.
Xie Lingyu bit her in annoyance, and only after hearing her whimper did he lick her soothingly. He then lifted her face with his long fingers through her soft hair, took her soft lips into his mouth, and continued to kiss her amidst the increasingly rich scent of sandalwood and herbs.
He didn't like hearing a single word from that little mouth, but the feeling of kissing it was exceptionally good.
Her body temperature was low, and her lips were soft and cool, like tender little mushrooms that had just sprouted after the rain, and seemed to release moisture if bitten too hard. But with friction, they would absorb his temperature and become warm.
He thought he must have been out of his mind to be doing such shady things with a married woman.
But I can't help wanting to get closer, even closer, to entwine with her, to merge her into my very bones.
Sang Ying, however, had a completely different experience.
Ugh... Has he never kissed before? He kissed her so fiercely, she can barely breathe, let alone focus on her cultivation!
Even with amnesia, this wicked dragon is still like this; old habits die hard.
While trying to regulate her breathing, she felt relieved that Shen Ying's secret technique didn't require her to control it; otherwise, how could she have achieved her goal?
After an unknown amount of time, Sang Ying was completely dazed by the kiss. Her eyelashes drooped dazedly, glistening with tears, and the corners of her eyes were red.
But the young man, as if he had tasted the sweetness, became increasingly fond and aggressive, constantly encroaching on her territory. The dragon's tail, covered in smooth scales, had somehow appeared and wrapped itself tightly around her slender waist.
"Waaah..."
All of this combined made Sang Ying so breathless from the kisses that her mind went blank, and only her survival instinct drove her to push him away with all her might.
The young man noticed her movement, separated slightly, pressed his forehead against hers, and breathed heavily, his warm breath falling on her face.
His vertical pupils were filled with fragmented gold as he watched her watery eyes and heavy breathing, her whole body dazed. He suddenly chuckled, pressing his fingertip against her rosy lips. "What, has your husband never kissed you like this?"
It took Sang Ying a while to recover. Her mind was still hazy when she heard these words. Instantly, she felt a guilty feeling, as if she were having an affair behind her husband's back, and her body trembled.
But then she thought, isn't he her husband?
He almost dragged her along with him. Sang Ying was embarrassed and annoyed. She opened her mouth and bit his finger, her voice muffled, and deliberately said, "My husband is not as reckless as you. You even bumped my mouth. He is very gentle."
The surrounding air suddenly turned cold and gloomy.
Sang Ying shivered involuntarily, looking up to meet the young man's cold, serpentine, vertically shaped eyes. Overwhelmed by the oppressive aura, she was speechless. Oh no, would Xie Lingyu, in his amnesiac state, stab her to death in a fit of rage?
She suddenly felt a chill and instinctively tried to back away, but her retreat was blocked by a tree.
Sang Ying, her eyelashes trembling, forced herself to remain calm, stammering, "Xie Lingyu..."
She had barely called her name when her little face was pinched by cold, long fingers, and raindrops dripped down her cheeks.
“...Um, um.”
Sang Ying swallowed hard and shakily raised her eyes. To her surprise, the young man in front of her was calm and not as furious as she had expected.
He gently stroked her face with his fingertips and chuckled softly, "Senior sister is so timid, yet you dare to provoke me?"
Sang Ying leaned tightly against the tree and forced herself to speak: "Um, even if you're angry, you can't kill me now, and of course, you can't hit me!"
"Why?"
Sang Ying whispered, "If you do this now, the crime will be humiliating an innocent and respectable woman. In the Immortal Alliance, you'll be sentenced to at least three hundred years in the Immortal Prison."
The air was quiet for a few moments.
"Is that so?"
He lifted her chin with his long fingers, his fingertips sliding down her slender neck and landing on the bright red hickeys.
The movements were slow and tedious, making Sang Ying feel itchy. Just as she was about to grab his hand, she suddenly felt a chill on her collarbone.
The fingertips moved further down, suddenly hooking open the collar to reveal more red marks.
The young man's gaze lingered between her and the hickey, his voice indifferent, "So, Senior Sister is considered innocent in this way?"
Sang Ying quickly pulled her collar back to cover her face, her cheeks flushed slightly, and stubbornly argued, "I just made a mistake that all women in the world would make."
His long fingers still bore the marks of biting, as he cupped her face in his hands.
The young man kissed her again, his voice low, "The only person who can talk about having an affair behind her husband's back so confidently is Senior Sister."
Before Sang Ying could reply, her breath was once again blocked.
This kiss wasn't fierce, but a slow, gentle one. Sang Ying felt as if it were cotton candy, softly caressing her lips and gently licking the spot where she had bumped into something, like soothing a little animal.
The scent of sandalwood became both intense and refreshing, and this contradictory kiss left Sang Ying somewhat at a loss.
Xie Lingyu used to kiss her fiercely, as if he wanted to devour her.
His sudden gentleness gave Sang Ying the illusion that she had returned to the past, and that the person kissing her now was the same boy who used to be so taciturn and indulgent, always following behind her.
Sang Ying opened her eyes and saw his thick eyelashes gently closed. The image overlapped with the boy in her memory, and her heart skipped a beat.
Oh no! Sang Ying's ears burned. The thought of Xie Lingyu kissing her made her so shy, and her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
The long fingers that were cupping her face slowly moved to a different position as the kiss continued, the fingertips touching her burning earlobe. The young man paused slightly and stopped.
He slightly separated his eyes, opened them, and suddenly met her bewildered, flustered, and wet gaze, which she hadn't had time to close.
The girl before him had tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at him helplessly, her cheeks and ears flushed with a beautiful blush, like the sunset before the moon.
"..."
Xie Lingyu suddenly tightened her knuckles.
Sang Ying seemed to wake up with a start, quickly turning her face away, her hands tightly gripping her sleeves, but the sound of her heart pounding in her ears had not yet subsided, her heart pounding like a drum.
Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulder as the young man leaned closer, resting his chin on her shoulder, and the scent of sandalwood enveloped her once more.
A slightly cool touch brushed against her bright red earlobe, followed by a lazy, husky voice that brushed against her earlobe, accompanied by a soft laugh, "Senior sister is lying, she clearly never tried being gentle."
Oh my god, Xie Lingyu's voice was already pleasant and captivating. She liked his usual cold and indifferent tone, but now he was speaking so softly and closely in her ear, with such a gentle tone. Sang Ying felt like she couldn't take it anymore, and her eyelashes trembled incessantly.
She bit her lip, stubbornly asking, "How do you know I haven't tried?"
The cool touch brushed against her earlobe again. Long fingers cupped half of her face, gave it a light kiss, and then gently licked and kissed her earlobe.
Raindrops gently fell on her cheek, and Sang Ying shuddered violently as if she had been electrocuted. Her legs went weak and she almost fell over, but the young man caught her in time.
He slightly raised his head, his piercing, vertical golden pupils staring at her, exuding a contradictory aura of both the eerie and the sacred, captivating her soul.
"You can't even stand up straight, are you still going to try to argue, Senior Sister?"
Sang Ying looked away. "I... I just stood there for too long and I was too tired."
The young man didn't speak, but instead wrapped his arms around her wrists, pulled them up, and put them around his neck before lowering his head to kiss her.
It was that kind of tender, breathtaking kiss again, light as if floating on a cloud, rising and falling with the sound of my heartbeat.
Sang Ying's eyelashes trembled as she endured the kiss, her eyes glistening with tears. She was completely mesmerized by the kiss, her whole body feeling dizzy.
She was too weak to stand and was about to fall when the young man wrapped his arms around her lower back and pulled her up, making a sound between his parted lips.
"Come up."
Sang Ying was unusually obedient in this state. Under his guidance, she used his strength to jump into his arms, her arms loosely wrapped around his waist, her two slender legs hanging around his waist, being held and held close to his thin waist.
The young man picked her up and gently kissed her as he walked towards the moonlit stream, a spiritual barrier forming behind him, completely isolating her.
Just now, when the water elemental energy surged, it rained, and the grass by the stream was wet. He condensed a cloud with his magic, knelt on one knee on the cloud, placed the girl on it, and then paused the kiss.
Sang Ying was dazed from the kiss. After sitting on the cloud to recover a little, her dazed eyes came back to their senses, and her ears turned bright red.
Damn it, Xie Lingyu suddenly seems like a completely different person!
No, no, Sang Ying shook her head violently. Her goal was cultivation!
After checking his body, he realized that the kiss had been going on for a long time and a lot of fire elemental energy had been introduced into his body. He needed to concentrate on refining this energy.
So when the young man cupped her face and was about to kiss her again, Sang Ying decisively reached out and blocked his mouth, saying, "You can't kiss me!"
The young man grasped her wrist and gently kissed her palm: "Senior Sister, don't you want to cultivate anymore?"
Sang Ying felt a little uncomfortable with her palms itching and trembled her eyelashes: "I need to refine it first."
"Is my kiss making my senior sister dizzy?"
The young man chuckled softly, and the tip of his jade-like dragon tail picked up a water lily covered in fire elemental energy, which merged into her palm, leaving only the water lily turned into ordinary water that flowed down her fingers.
He took her fingertips and kissed away the water droplets. "Wouldn't it be better for you to refine it by continuously providing elemental spiritual power to your senior sister?"
Under the clear moonlight, the stream babbles.
Surrounded by clouds and raindrops, the young man sat beside her, with crimson water lilies floating around him.
Those eyes returned to their calm, dark depths, and his cool yet gentle gaze looked at her like a celestial being descended from the clouds.
His tone was low and extremely gentle. When his lips lightly kissed her fingertips, Sang Ying's heart skipped a beat.
……！
Sang Ying's eyelashes fluttered wildly like butterfly wings, completely captivated by his good looks. For a moment, she was so engrossed in her own words that she didn't know what she was saying.
"Then, then kiss me."
"In order not to disturb Senior Sister's refining process, may I kiss her somewhere else?"
"……Can."
"Your clothes are soaked through by the rain, and they're uncomfortable to wear. Shall I take off your outer garment for you, senior sister?"
"……good."
Sang Ying was so coaxed by his gentle tone that she took off her outer garment, leaving only a thin piece of clothing half-undone and hanging on her elbow. She sat in his lap, feeling dizzy from his kisses.
Embroidered with twin lotus blossoms on his crimson robe, he gently traced the petals with his fingertips. "Senior sister, shall I kiss you here?"
A water droplet landed on her face. After a while, Sang Ying regained her senses, her face flushed red to the roots of her neck. She grabbed his hand and said, "No!"
"You did this on purpose!"
"It's too late to realize it now, senior sister."
The hidden bunny tail was revealed, cute and soft. He hooked his knuckles along the fabric and gently kissed it.
Sang Ying jerked violently, trying to push him away, but the young man had already noticed and wrapped his dragon tail around her wrists, making her unable to move.
He kissed her gently and bit her lightly, his teeth grinding together, and he kindly reminded her, "Why did you stop refining spiritual energy, Senior Sister? You should concentrate on cultivation."
“…Ugh.”
Sang Ying's eyes reddened, and her fingers clenched tightly. What a cold and aloof immortal! He's a lecherous dragon to the core! She's been deceived by him again.
She was both ashamed and angry, gritting her teeth, "...Xie Lingyu! You're not allowed to kiss my tail!"
"It's just a kiss, why are you being so stingy, senior sister?"
The young man spoke lazily, generously offering the tip of the dragon's tail to her lips, "I wouldn't mind if Senior Sister 'retaliated'."
...Is this the same thing?
Sang Ying bit his dragon tail last time and almost broke her teeth, so she definitely won't fall for it again this time.
She tried to break free from him, but the young man's kiss was so gentle that she soon succumbed to it again.
My consciousness was hazy; all I could hear was the sound of rain and flowing water, with the sound of kissing mixed in but not clearly.
"..."
She was a little disoriented, not knowing how much time had passed. It felt as if her entire body had been kissed, even her ankles were being held and kissed, not allowing her to escape even a fraction of an inch.
Besides her mouth, he kissed her rabbit tail the most. He especially loved kissing her rabbit tail and also liked to pinch it with his hands.
When Sang Ying was occasionally lucid, she saw it all, and her already burning ears burned even hotter. She turned her face away, unwilling to look.
But he pinched her little face and showed it to her, holding a rabbit tail in his palm, and whispered to her, "Senior sister's tail is so soft and cute."
They played with it for a long time, until the rabbit's tail drooped listlessly, before they finally let it go.
Consciousness became increasingly blurred and chaotic.
In a fleeting moment, the young man's gloomy and sickly voice whispered in her ear, "Senior sister, do you really have a husband?"
Sang Ying suddenly woke up, opening her wet eyes, "Of course I have, may I be struck by lightning if I'm lying to you."
As if he hadn't expected her to make such a solemn vow, the young man paused, his voice becoming even more gloomy and cold. He flicked the water lily with his long fingers, clearly feeling the petals stiffen.
Sang Ying trembled violently as she heard him whisper in her ear, "Then, Senior Sister, can you tell me why, after three years of marriage, you are still...?"
Sang Ying felt a pang of panic, but tried to remain calm on the surface: "Of course it's because he's impotent."
"Otherwise, why would I choose you as my lover?"
Xie Lingyu: "..."
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