Chapter 42 Chapter 42 (Seven Thousand Nutrient Solutions Plus) Snake...
"Thank you, Senior Sister."
The young man standing under the dark red sky cast by the setting sun had a kind face and a smile on his lips, his black eyes seemed to reflect some of the blood-red color of the setting sun.
Mingyueyi led him into the hospital.
Because the bed belonged to Mingyueyi personally, and in order to avoid any incestuous incidents later, she put away the bottles and jars on the dressing table, leaving a space just enough for the mature young man to sleep on.
Pu Yuemin watched her from behind as she bent over and carefully folded the soft blanket on the dressing table.
She was wearing a loose long skirt that was comfortable for the night. As she bent her waist, her slim figure was revealed, forming a plump yet slender curve with her slender waist.
It’s so thin that it seems like you can hold it in one hand.
His eyes fell on her slender waist, with pity in his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he secretly raised his fingers and clenched them, his face flushed.
Ming Yueyi turned around and saw him smiling, with his hands in a strange position.
The index finger and thumb are separated to form a loose grip, like a puppet being lifted by strings.
"What's wrong?" Mingyueyi lowered his eyes and looked at his body, but didn't notice anything wrong.
Pu Yuemin shook his head and said nothing, then naturally withdrew his hand. He stared at the prepared seat behind her and said with a faint smile, "Senior Sister, am I going to sit there later?"
"Yeah." Ming Yueyi looked up and said, "This makes it easier to clean."
If he were on the couch, he would make the bed dirty. She had just changed the mattress cover and bed curtains and didn't want to get them dirty again.
Pu Yuemin walked over and sat on the dressing table in front of her, his bony hands resting on the edge of the table. He looked around curiously with his eyes lowered in a lazy manner.
Ming Yueyi measured his tall figure and guessed that he might lose control again.
What is needed is to tie both his hands.
Although the boy looks frail, he is actually tall, with long legs, broad shoulders, a perky butt and a slim waist.
Sitting in front of me like this, her long, slender legs even need to be half-bent and stepped on the ground.
Ming Yueyi thought for a moment and said, "Put your hands behind your back."
Pu Yuemin followed the instructions, supporting his hands behind his back and looking at her with a slightly smiling face: "And then, Senior Sister?"
Mingyueyi went around behind him and used the snow lotus that she had prepared in advance as a rope to tie his wrists. After making sure that he could not break free, she tied the other end to the hollow fake pillar behind the dressing table.
This left him with little room to move, limited to the area around the desk.
After tying the man up, Mingyueyi looked at the young man who had never asked any questions from beginning to end and was now looking at her with gentleness and curiosity.
He was so innocent that he didn't seem to think that she might be a bad person who would hurt him, so he gave herself to her wholeheartedly.
Looking at such a well-behaved boy, Ming Yueyi couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart, and took the initiative to explain: "This will end faster."
As long as he didn't move around or ask for a kiss, she felt it would be over soon.
"Oh?" Pu Yuemin smiled thoughtfully.
"Then I'll start." Ming Yueyi put her hand on his waist and reminded him, "Don't hold back."
"Hmm, um." The last syllable of his voice began to tremble. Because his hands were tied behind his back, he could only lean on the bronze mirror, with his eyelids drooping, staring at her hands as she untied her belt with a dazed look in his eyes.
The last rays of sunlight had already set outside, and there were no lights on in the house.
But it was just as he said before, he was very obedient, and the fox demon poison really had taken effect.
He must have endured for a long time. Once he was freed, he hurriedly stretched out his penis, which had turned dark red. He looked quite arrogant and pitiful.
Mingyueyi raised his eyes and glanced at the person in front of him.
His jaw was taut, and there was a gleam of water in the corners of his eyes. In the dim light, his expression could not be seen clearly, but his face had a fragile beauty, far from being as arrogant and ferocious as the pendant.
Mingyueyi held it.
He trembled, with an obvious gulping sound in his throat mixed with a dull groan. He lifted his narrow waist a little higher and spread his knees a little further, facing her with a completely open posture.
A bit weird, but convenient.
Mingyueyi just thought that what was in front of her was the jade pestle used to make rouge.
While helping him, she listened to his voice and thought to herself that he had just paid it, so why did he still have so much now?
Fortunately, he can sit here.
While Mingyueyi was concentrating, he also felt a little relieved.
"Senior Sister—"
Perhaps because she was distracted and exerted too much force, he suddenly struggled uncontrollably, but his hands were restrained and he could not break free. Instead, he made the bronze mirror behind him make a crisp sound.
Mingyueyi looked down and found that she had accidentally scratched the top of her well-trimmed nails.
His entire face flushed instantly, and a strange, intermittent tone escaped from his lips: "Senior Sister..."
Can't tell whether it's pain or joy.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Mingyue Yi really thought he was in pain, so she moved her fingertips away and continued to hold him, comforting him with gentle strength.
He didn't say anything, his eyes were filled with dissatisfaction, he raised his head and tried hard to meet her, telling her that he was not in pain and that he liked it very much.
Mingyueyi naturally couldn't see his implicit hint and just wanted to finish it as soon as possible, so her hands moved faster and faster, more and more urgently.
Hidden feelings piled up one after another, and he stared at her sitting in front of him with drooping eyelids and dilated pupils.
Senior sister’s pretty face was so serious as if she was doing something noble. Her red lips were tightly pursed in concentration, and a thin layer of crystal sweat seeped between her small nose wings.
I really want to lick the sweat oozing from my senior sister and I really want to kiss her.
He thought of the scene at the top of Fenjing Peak in broad daylight when they were one in spirit, inseparable, and inseparable.
Um, Senior Sister, Senior Sister, Senior Sister, Senior Sister...
Countless silent calls were gnawed tenderly on the bottom of his tongue, and finally turned into a torrent under her deliberate effort.
"Don't hold it in!" Ming Yueyi saw that it was about to emerge a little, but was suppressed again. He subconsciously frowned and let go of his hand and slapped it.
It would explode at the slightest provocation, so how could it withstand such rude humiliation?
He narrowed his eyes, and the Adam's apple that rolled under his cold white skin turned pink. He opened his lips and leaned forward uncontrollably, eager to kiss her.
Mingyueyi knew he would do this, and stepped back calmly.
Looking at the young man, because his hands were tied behind his back, he could only stretch his head, sticking out his tongue like a thirsty puppy wanting to drink water, but he couldn't get a drop of water.
"Just bear with it a little longer." She tried to comfort him.
But he was too anxious, too eager to quench his thirst, and he approached her as if on the verge of death. His long hair cascaded down like a waterfall with his extreme movements, falling into her hands.
Even though his black hair was stained, Mingyueyi did not let go and continued to speed up until his bound hands began to struggle uncontrollably, and the thin muscles in his arms, chest and waist were tensed with astonishing destructive power, as if he was about to struggle out and pounce on her at any time.
Ming Yueyi saw the desire on his handsome face and felt her scalp tingling. She just wanted to finish it as soon as possible, so she increased her strength.
The dressing table and the bronze mirror kept making "bang bang" noises. Finally, it came to the critical moment. His eyes were dazed and a long, low moan like a trapped animal escaped from his throat.
It splashes upwards almost in a straight line.
A drizzle of rain fell on the dressing table, and the hems of the robes piled on the table turned deep red.
Mingyueyi weakly let go of her hands and lowered her head to breathe heavily. Her fair face was painted with a delicate and tempting rosy red, and fine beads of sweat seeped between her nose. She seemed to have reached the same state.
It was completely dark outside, and the sky was about to change, so dark that not even a star could be seen. The unlit room was even darker, so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. The only sound left was the heavy breathing of the two people, which made the room feel indescribably ambiguous.
After a long time, Mingyueyi stood up with his weak legs, took a candle and lit the burnt lamp cord in the lamp holder.
With a popping sound, the candlelight instantly filled the room with darkness, and the corners of the wall were also dim.
Mingyueyi turned around to remind the person at the desk that it was time to go back.
When her eyes fell on him, the voice that was about to spill out of her lips was quietly swallowed in her throat, turning into the silence of the night without candlelight.
The young man, who was lying limp on the dressing table like a boneless person, was now in a dishevel. His usually handsome face was all red from tears. There were tears in the corners of his eyes, and saliva at the corners of his lips that he could not hold back due to excessive excitement. It was wrinkled and stuck to the red robe that was hanging loosely on his arm.
The blushing scene before him was far beyond what Mingyueyi had ever seen or imagined.
Chaotic, crazy, masochistic, these negative words swarmed into her mind.
Fortunately, she practiced the ruthless way, and her self-control was much better than others. When she sensed something was wrong, she immediately recited the Heart Purification Mantra to wash away the negative emotions from her mind.
After Mingyueyi recovered as normal, he stepped forward and untied the Xueling tied to the back pillar.
When Xueling fell to the ground, he also slid to the ground like a boneless snake, breathing heavily.
Mingyueyi knelt down in front of him and touched his nose.
No shock.
"Senior Sister." He opened his eyes, with misty black fog in his eyes, and looked into her eyes.
Ming Yueyi calmly withdrew her hand, "It's over, you should go back."
Pu Yuemin slowly sat up, and the black hair covering her body fell behind her, as black as if she was wearing a black satin cloak.
"Thank you, Senior Sister." He raised his bony, pale index finger and gently wiped away the remaining tear marks at the corners of his eyes. His lips became rosy and his smile was so sweet that it was hard to tell that he had just been "tortured" with his hands tied.
"Yeah." Ming Yueyi's eyes swept over him as he raised his hand, inadvertently revealing his wrist bones with red marks from the binding from his wide sleeves.
When Pu Yuemin stood up, her face was red and the corners of her eyes were still wet. Like a little deity who had restrained himself and returned to propriety, she carefully gathered her dirty long hair.
After doing all this, he smiled at her again, "Senior Sister, I'm going back first. I have to practice swordsmanship with you tomorrow."
He is truly an ambitious young man who loves practicing sword.
If there were no fox demon poison, Mingyueyi would definitely have the same compassion as his master, for disciples who are gifted, passionate about cultivation, and do not take the wrong path.
But at this moment, the musky smell in the room had not yet faded away. It was so strong that when she heard him say he would come again tomorrow, her temples throbbed.
Is this progress in swordsmanship or something else?
Mingyueyi nodded with a wooden face: "No sword practice tomorrow."
He was surprised: "Then what to practice?"
Ming Yueyi: "You're not practicing anything. You should take a few days off."
He blushed and smiled: "Senior Sister, I'm not tired. I want to practice sword tomorrow."
"Or..." The smile at the corner of his eyes raised with grievance: "Senior sister thinks I'm troublesome? If so, I can bear it."
That's all.
Ming Yueyi said, "We'll practice swordplay tomorrow."
"Okay." This time the young man opened the door with a satisfied smile and walked step by step into the pitch-black night.
The door opened, dispersing the lingering smell somewhat, though it was still thick. Ming Yueyi sat in the courtyard, her long eyelashes drooping, carefully washing her reddened hands, wondering how to get Pu Yuemin to stop coming.
Now everything is going in a completely different direction from what she originally thought. The fox demon poison is attacking him too frequently.
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