Chapter 287: Red Palms Stir the Clear Waves

Lu Xingzhou slurped his cold porridge while Ye Tinglan sat beside him, propping her chin on her hand and watching him.

Qingli had even said he was handsome.

It seemed the idea that cultivators weren't swayed by superficial beauty was, at least for their current stage of practice, quite unreliable.

He was indeed handsome; even the way he drank porridge could make one's eyes crinkle into crescent moons.

The notion of "beautiful skin over a skeleton" seemed to be a crucial warning for immortals. They were still far from becoming immortals, so it was only natural to be influenced.

The Holy Lord had found an excellent justification for herself.

Previously, there were no ripples because many people were outwardly impressive but inwardly shallow, or, like Gu Zhanting, their ideas were diametrically opposed.

Someone who was both handsome, not incompetent, and on the same wavelength—whether male or female—was truly a rare resource. If you found one, you should cherish them.

Lu Xingzhou put down his bowl and looked at Ye Tinglan strangely.

Ye Tinglan suddenly realized, shifted her gaze to the sky, and her face flushed slightly.

Lu Xingzhou's heart fluttered. He quietly reached out and took her hand.

Ye Tinglan didn't struggle.

Lu Xingzhou wondered why, after Little White Hair had stumbled upon them, the "Mister" seemed even more at ease… Despite considering himself clever, he wouldn't have dared to predict such a development even a moment ago. He had thought things would fall apart, but instead, it had pushed them forward, allowing her to let go even more?

He tried saying, "I'm a bit tired and want to rest."

He wasn't lying; he was still injured, and the emotional ups and downs of the day had left him feeling particularly weak and sleepy now that he was resting.

Ye Tinglan could see he was truly tired, so she got up and helped him. "If you're tired, just rest. Do you need to report it?"

Of course, Lu Xingzhou wasn't reporting; he just wanted to lean into her soft, fragrant embrace.

Ye Tinglan knew he was trying to flirt, but she felt nothing much about it. This kind of supportive physical contact had become so habitual, it was like her left hand touching her right; there was no "flirting" left to be done.

After helping him to the bed, Ye Tinglan tried to leave but felt her waist being held. Lu Xingzhou, with a pitiful expression, wouldn't let her go. "Stay with me for a bit, please."

Ye Tinglan couldn't resist his slightly wronged, slightly expectant look. Her heart immediately softened, and she stroked his head. "Alright, I'm not leaving."

Lu Xingzhou seized the chance to snuggle closer into her embrace, nearly reaching her impressive softness.

A short while later, he comfortably fell asleep.

Ye Tinglan leaned against the headboard, watching him curled up asleep on her shoulder. With a hint of indulgence, she playfully tapped his nose. After sitting there for a while and feeling a bit bored, she pulled out the risqué storybook and began to read.

She had only intended to pass the time, but as she read, a slight regret began to surface. Being embraced by a man on the bed was already quite intimate, and she hadn't read much of the erotic descriptions before she felt a stir of arousal and heat.

In a daze, she recalled the time she was poisoned by dragon's blood—a purely instinctive desire to melt into a man's embrace and kiss him freely. When he kissed her bare shoulder, she not only felt no resistance but secretly wished he would go deeper, touching even more sensitive spots…

Desire between men and women is human nature; no matter how much one cultivates, it's hard to extinguish it.

Otherwise, why would ancient immortals, who claimed to have achieved complete detachment, also possess methods of "joy"?

Ye Tinglan secretly glanced at the "little puppy" in her arms; he was sleeping soundly.

Ye Tinglan's throat twitched slightly as she remembered that taking advantage of him while he was asleep that day was the "true" taking advantage… After all, he was asleep and wouldn't know.

Once the thought arose, it became irrepressible.

Unconsciously, Ye Tinglan leaned in, first lightly kissing his cheek, then recoiling as if shocked. Seeing that he was still asleep and unresponsive, she grew bolder, leaned in again, and touched the corner of his lips.

After a slight hesitation, she leaned in and kissed him.

This time, the experience was a little more complete than when she "fed" him medicine. She carefully savored the sensation.

In truth, she felt nothing concrete, only an incredibly fast heartbeat. She felt herself oscillating between being the Holy Lord of Tianyao and a shameless woman, finally settling on thoughts like, "What's wrong with playing with a little puppy?", "Even if the Demon Emperor did this, I wouldn't criticize her," and "Qingli even supports it"… and then she completely abandoned her reservations.

No wonder some describe this as forbidden fruit.

It truly did not deceive.

Her thoughts were a jumble, so much so that she completely overlooked the fundamental issue—last time, Lu Xingzhou was unconscious; he might have felt something but couldn't wake up. This time, he was merely normally asleep; he would definitely wake up if she kept doing this!

Lu Xingzhou was literally kissed awake.

Before even opening his eyes, Lu Xingzhou knew what was happening. This was the second time this "Mister" had secretly kissed him… Last time, she claimed to be feeding him medicine, even though feeding medicine didn't require mouth-to-mouth, so at least there was an excuse. What was the excuse this time?

No excuse. She was simply moved by desire.

She truly was Yuan Muyu's sister; in some aspects, they were remarkably similar… Not only similar, but Ye Tinglan, having suppressed her emotions for years, was at times even wilder than Yuan Muyu.

Yuan Muyu would only touch "Little Zhou" to see what he looked like when he was asleep; secretly kissing him on the lips had never happened.

Uh, it's hard to say who's crazier…

Ye Tinglan was hesitating.

The feeling of pushing the pill in earlier seemed different from this simple lip-to-lip contact. But if she were to part his teeth, would that wake him up…?

While she hesitated, she suddenly felt something "knocking" from the other side. Ye Tinglan instinctively parted her teeth, and her first reaction was one of surprise and delight.

He was indeed sensible; even in his sleep, he knew what I wanted!

Her second reaction was a sudden jolt in her heart: Damn, he couldn't have woken up, could he?

The next moment, she felt dizzy, her mind exploded, and all her thoughts vanished.

So this was what a true kiss felt like: neither the fleeting touch when pushing in a pill nor the superficial peck on the lips.

A tremor passed from her mouth to her heart, leaving her soul-sea in an indescribable state of vibration.

She wanted to escape, but her neck was held tightly. She wanted to exert force, but feared hurting the young man. In the end, she seemed like an ordinary person without any cultivation, her small fists tapping his chest, each tap growing weaker.

Then the world spun, and she was pinned beneath him, being kissed freely.

Ye Tinglan was dazed for a long time before gradually regaining some thought. She lightly closed her pearly teeth and bit him.

Lu Xingzhou winced in pain and pulled back slightly. Both of them were panting, facing each other, and the desire in each other's eyes was so obvious.

"You… how dare you…" Ye Tinglan said weakly, lacking conviction herself.

It seemed she had kissed him first.

She quickly found another excuse: "What's wrong with me teasing you? How dare you turn the tables on me!"

Lu Xingzhou was amused but didn't retort. He simply whispered into her ear, "Since Mister desires it, this disciple shall serve…"

Ye Tinglan's face flushed crimson. She finally understood what he had felt when she teased him in his ear before.

It was a tingling sensation all over, an itch spreading from her ear to her heart, and the little bit of composure she had gathered dissipated once more.

In Lu Xingzhou's eyes, her small, translucent earlobes visibly turned bright red, looking incredibly cute.

He couldn't help but lightly kiss it. Ye Tinglan, beneath him, trembled and tensed up completely.

Her voice was practically squeezed out through gritted teeth: "I… I don't want to. Don't… don't mess around…"

Lu Xingzhou, still gently holding her earlobe between his lips, mumbled indistinctly, "If you didn't want it, why did you secretly kiss me…"

"No, I…" Ye Tinglan tensed her body, trying to find an excuse, but her thoughts were scattered, and she couldn't form a coherent sentence.

Lu Xingzhou then kissed from her ear to her neck. Ye Tinglan subconsciously pulled her shoulders back, but her eyes were unfocused, staring at the ceiling, never once thinking of forcefully kicking the scoundrel off.

Inwardly, she was also asking herself, did she truly want this?

If not, why did she secretly kiss him?

But she had only ever wanted to playfully tease the "little puppy," not be pinned down and "nibbled" by a "little wolf-dog"…

Turning the tables, turning the tables!

The sensation on her neck was more intense than when she was kissed on the shoulder by the Black Serpent that day. Ye Tinglan felt that if this continued, something serious would happen. Finally, she couldn't help but grit her teeth and order, "Get… get off…"

How could Lu Xingzhou get off? His lips moved towards hers again, his voice seductive: "Don't overthink it, this disciple will serve you…"

"I don't need to be served…" Before she could finish, his lips covered hers again, effectively silencing the rest of her words.

Ye Tinglan kept her eyes open, unsure of what she was thinking, why she had still actively parted her pearly teeth to welcome his entanglement.

Putting everything else aside, it was genuinely comfortable.

The last string in her heart seemed to be subtly breaking… She had been caught secretly kissing him, so why not openly kiss? What was there left to pretend about?

I, as the Holy Lord, have spent half my life in battle; what's wrong with enjoying myself?

Unconsciously, the hands that had been resisting against his chest slowly loosened, slowly wrapped around him, and held onto the "wolf-dog's" waist.

This was undoubtedly the biggest signal. Lu Xingzhou finally dared to act, moving his hands from her shoulders and stroking down her arms.

Then he moved to her waist, slowly caressing her side.

That was his greatest wish in recent days, unexpectedly achieved in one fell swoop.

Yet, a nonsensical line of poetry popped into his head… If Little White Hair had been "green" before, was this called "red webbed feet stirring clear ripples"?

Or, under the guise of "When Mister has a need, the disciple performs the labor," was this called escalating things?

"Stop…" Ye Tinglan mustered a little strength, pushed him away slightly, and gasped, "That's enough…"

Because of the absurd thoughts, Lu Xingzhou himself had calmed down a lot. Knowing that if he continued, she might truly break, he stopped and maintained his grip, whispering, "Alright, I won't move."

Even though everything was still within his control, Ye Tinglan felt a sense of relief, like "it's finally over," and her entire body went limp, as if she had just fought a battle against a Super-grade expert.

The air was silent for a moment. As they looked at each other, they could both see the floating desire and a hint of struggle in the other's eyes.

"After all is said and done, I am still your Mister," Ye Tinglan said weakly. "This was already wrong; we cannot make it worse."

"But Mister…" Lu Xingzhou whispered, "Isn't this more comfortable than being secretive and sneaking around? Mister, ask yourself, what do you truly want?"

Ye Tinglan stared blankly into his eyes, remaining silent for a long time.

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