Song Wenjing offered to take her home, but the girl refused and left on her own.
The man's eyelashes drooped slightly as he stared at her back, the curve of his mouth still not disappearing.
The disciple came to report, "Brother, the master wants to see you."
Back to the yard.
The girl's hair was disheveled and she looked a little disheveled. Zi Ling quickly put down the work in her hands and walked over to ask.
Ruan Mian told her about the crane's inexplicable strange behavior.
"Strange, it doesn't usually approach people. If it weren't for someone with higher cultivation than it who could suppress it by force, how could it possibly let you go up there?"
If neither of them can figure it out, then forget it.
As the conversation changed, Zi Ling's earlobes turned red and she asked softly.
"By the way, I made osmanthus cake this morning. Would you like to try it?"
There was a hint of hidden expectation in the woman's tone.
Ruan Mian felt a little full after eating, and her senior sister’s cooking skills were getting better and better.
In his joy, he accidentally poured too much fruit wine, and unexpectedly the girl got drunk.
Zi Ling wanted to chat with her again, but she had a lot of trivial matters to deal with, so she left.
The peaks of Tianluan Sect are towering into the clouds, shrouded in mist, like a fairyland painting.
Under the century-old pine trees.
The girl lay on the stone table, her eyes were red and her pupils were misty. She was so hot that she opened her collar to breathe.
The neck is even more tender than the tip of a lotus root, and becomes rosy white after being drunk.
"It's so hot... I feel dizzy..."
Ruan Mian stood up in a daze and just wanted to find a cool place.
She walked unsteadily and dazedly to the edge of a cold pond.
Fell to the ground.
The edge of the girl's light blue robe was wet. She scooped up some water with her white fingertips, and it was so cool and comfortable.
The girl wanted to move a little closer, but her head was dizzy and she couldn't control the distance well, so she suddenly fell in.
There were few people nearby and nothing was found.
Xiaoyuan was still resting and was almost drowned by the water. She struggled to swim up.
Its little claws grabbed Ruan Mian's hair, but it couldn't pull it away.
"Wake up!"
In fact, the water was not deep, only reaching her shoulders, but a drunk person had no sense of balance and could not stand up at all.
The girl heard the anxious shouts and struggled frantically to float to the surface.
But the slippery water plants wrapped around her tender red ankles, and the tighter they were, the tighter they wrapped around her.
The girl's body gradually sank, her belt loosened, her sleeves were soaked with water, and stuck to her body, making her feel heavy and restrained.
Xiaoyuan couldn't pull her away, so she had to go and ask for help.
Ruan Mian was so frozen by the water that he couldn't open his eyes. He felt weak and helpless.
He untied his black robe and threw it on the shore, then Mu Feng went into the water as usual.
When the man took off his clothes, he revealed a strong and sturdy body with tight abdominal muscles. His honey-colored arms were covered with scars, all left by years of fighting.
It could have been removed with a moisturizing pill, but he never cared.
Mu Feng stepped into the cold pond. Layers of white mist were still surging on the surface of the water, submerging him up to his waist.
The chill in the water seeped through his skin and into his bones, but the man remained unmoved, as if he had become one with the cold and had long been accustomed to it over the years.
He leaned against the stone wall with his arms outstretched.
The dark hair fell on his chest, and the man's shoulders were clearly defined by muscles.
He was thinking about the reason why his cultivation had stagnated recently. It had been half a year, and he had not been able to break through to the second level of the Nascent Soul.
Is it because my resolve is not firm?
Mu Feng has always been cold and indifferent, never having any romantic feelings. For hundreds of years, he has been devoted to the way of the sword. Isn't that enough?
Just as he was immersed in thought, he suddenly touched something soft at his feet.
The man frowned and grabbed it.
It's a strange girl.
Her clothes were already soaked, her palm-sized face was choked and looked haggard, and she was still coughing.
"Who are you?"
Ruan Mian's wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her petite and delicate figure.
The light blue silk becomes transparent when wet, and sticks to the girl's skin, revealing her fair skin.
They looked straight into each other's eyes, and the cold and terrifying gaze made her sneeze.
"I...I'm sorry, Senior Brother Mu Feng, I accidentally fell in because I was drunk."
The drunkenness had long since worn off.
Drops of water dripped down the girl's forehead, slid across her beautiful eyebrows, rolled down her long eyelashes, and created ripples on the water surface.
The man looked down at her clothes and determined that she was just an outer disciple, yet she had the audacity to intrude into his resting place without permission.
Ruan Mian stepped on a cobblestone and slipped. He was worried that he would be flooded again. It was too scary.
Her slender hands tightly wrapped around the man's waist, and the man couldn't pull her off for a while.
"let go."
He grabbed the girl's shoulders forcefully and tried to carry her away, but the loose collar of her clothes couldn't bear the weight.
The snow-white skin as white as jade occupied Mu Feng's entire sight. He admitted defeat and had no idea where to start.
Mu Feng's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and impatience, but he also understood that now was not the time to lose his temper.
He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.
Drops of water slid down the girl's fingertips, and her skin looked even more crystal clear because of the moisture.
The sticky clothes clung to the girl's slender neck, outlining her graceful curves.
"I'm sorry, I'm just scared."
Ruan Mian hugged the other person tightly, her body trembling slightly, her heartbeat quickened, and her breathing became rapid and unstable.
Mu Feng held his forehead, sighed, picked her up, and walked ashore step by step.
"Don't come here again."
The girl could feel the man's strong and powerful chest rising and falling, filled with implicit explosive power.
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