How could someone as well-behaved as Sister Yue possibly be a playboy?

Their bodies pressed tightly together, the night air no longer chilly, only the warmth of each other's bodies.

Unlike the first time, this time it was different – ​​a period of awkwardness and tentative exploration.

This kiss was both aggressive and tender, making one unconsciously fall into its embrace.

The arm that was wrapped around him began to get restless. Whether it was an unintentional push or something else, Xing Zhao's eyes darkened and his body tensed uncontrollably.

He swept the girl up with his arm and led her to the bed.

Ye Yueyue hooked her arms around his neck, her eyes hazy and unfocused. After a dizzying moment, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan: "...Hmm?"

The sound seemed to ignite something; the person on top of her paused, then tightened his grip on her waist, kissing her deeper and deeper, that softness wantonly invading his territory... demanding sweetness.

A tingling sensation spread throughout her body, and she blinked, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Just as Ye Yueyue felt she was about to reach her limit, she heard a soft sigh, and a warm hand grasped hers, guiding it to her wonderfully soft abdomen.

She looked up.

Xing Zhao was above her, his handsome face now filled with a dazed look, his pupils flashing with desire, his whole being sexy and erotic, no longer the elegant young man he had met at first.

He smiled slightly, his voice husky and sexy, "...Baby, hug me."

Ye Yueyue blinked, her eyes glistening with tears.

How to do?

The cunning guy found out what she likes!

"Hold, hold."

The girl's cheeks flushed even more, but her eyes were bright as she touched his well-defined abs, gently stroking them.

A low, husky laugh suddenly rang in my ears.

"Don't laugh!" She pressed her lips against his thin lips, silencing him, somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"……Well."

A soft touch came over my lips.

The kiss was like a gentle breeze, bringing a refreshing scent.

The girl, learning from the previous techniques, readily invaded his territory and danced with him...

The hands beneath her didn't stop either, casually caressing her, seemingly with a hint of revenge, causing waves of tingling sensations where the fingertips brushed against her.

Xing Zhao tensed up, suppressing the impulse, and the corners of his lips curved upwards slightly.

The girl was breathing rapidly, and out of the corner of my eye, I could catch a glimpse of her blushing cheeks, which were quite adorable.

As if sensing something, she opened her eyes, which flickered with many emotions: joy, shyness, and exasperation.

He closed his eyes again in just a moment.

Xing Zhao suddenly felt a hand cover his eyes, the soft touch brushing against his eyelashes, bringing a ticklish sensation.

"...Don't look, boohoo."

Her weak sob tinged with a hint of shame.

The girl's clear voice was a little hoarse than usual, but unexpectedly sweet.

"Hmm, I won't look."

Knowing that she was shy, Xing Zhao didn't say anything more. He put one arm around her head and obediently let her kiss him.

The faint moonlight streamed through the window, and two figures were intertwined on the bed. The quiet air was filled with the sounds of water and heavy breathing.

This is an entanglement of senses and emotions.

……

The long kiss ended, and a strand of saliva ran down the corner of her mouth and broke.

The girl blushed even more and turned her head away.

Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the faintly visible spring light.

To be honest, cultivation is really good... Not only is it not tiring to kiss for a long time, but the use of divine sense is also very good for her to spy on beautiful women.

The man lay on his side on the couch, his clothes disheveled, his fair chest exposed, and a hint of red could be vaguely seen...

The white undershirt was loose and baggy, as if it would come undone if pulled.

Apart from her slightly disheveled hair and a bit of swelling and pain on her lips, nothing else had changed for her.

Yes, men in the cultivation world are all pure-hearted.

"...Is it pretty?"

"It looks good." Ye Yueyue answered without hesitation.

Then, he froze.

Oh, she forgot that cultivators are extremely perceptive, especially when it comes to spiritual sense, which is even clearer than the eyesight of others.

To put it more simply, divine sense does not have an incognito browsing function.

Ye Yueyue: "..."

Oh no, this cunning guy is really hard to fool!

The scene was somewhat awkward. She lowered her head in silence, fiddling with her fingers and contemplating life.

Finally, a soft laugh broke the silence.

Xing Zhao sat up and reached out to touch the girl's hair:

"The baby can watch it whenever they want."

His expression was serious, as if he were only talking about the scenery, not those...things.

The girl glanced at him, then buried her head in his broad chest. A soft voice came from inside her: "...You, aren't you shy at all?"

Xing Zhao hugged her tightly, and as the embrace became more intimate, a sense of satisfaction rose in his heart, and the sound of his heartbeat was especially noticeable at this moment.

He lowered his eyes, his voice tinged with amusement: "Shy, but I like the baby even more."

As soon as she finished speaking, her chest was gently rubbed.

At that moment, something seemed to overflow, a surge of joy filling his heart.

"I...I like my brother too."

After saying that, the girl raised her head, her bright eyes sparkling with seriousness, and said, word by word, "I love it so much!"

The world seemed to have come to a standstill.

As a gifted cultivator, plus a perfect appearance.

Even in the complex and intertwined Burning Heaven Domain, there are many women who are fond of him, but most of them have ulterior motives and are more or less impure.

Xing Zhao was used to weighing the pros and cons, and he felt nothing for those who admired him. He would only subconsciously measure whether it would benefit him, including in making friends.

But at that moment, he heard the girl say she liked him.

At that moment, Xing Zhao didn't think of anything else, only that one word: "I like you."

Although the words were rather blunt, they were just a single sentence at most, of no use to him, yet they seemed to explode as if something had been detonated.

Joy spread through my heart.

And there was the sound of his heart pounding harder and harder.

When he came to his senses, the person in his arms was already asleep, their steady breathing spraying onto his chest, causing waves of ticklish sensations.

Xing Zhao gently helped the girl lie down on the bed, put one arm around her and covered her with the blanket with the other, quietly watching her beautiful sleeping face.

Time seemed to slow down.

In this small space, the slow rhythm of his breathing made him feel at ease.

The sense of urgency that I felt when I was away from home was gone, and there were no complicated things to do, only her.

Gradually, the girl began to become restless.

She hugged him tightly, nuzzling him here and there, muttering something from time to time, and eventually fell asleep on top of him.

Xing Zhao's body, which had just relaxed considerably, tensed up again. He, who was usually calm and composed, was unusually flustered at this moment.

The girl's mouth was slightly open as she buried her head in his neck. Suddenly, her hand rested on his lower body, just a hair's breadth away from...

He was stunned, and held his breath.

Xing Zhao confirmed again that the other person was really asleep, sighed helplessly, and took the person's hand in his palm.