Su Qinglan did not dare move a muscle and just leaned in his arms. If he suddenly became shy and refused her advances, then where would she put her face? Absolutely nowhere. She would simply dig a hole and bury herself.
So she stayed obediently in his arms, warming herself in front of the fire. Half her hair had already dried, and she leaned against Han Jue like a little fox who had found her favorite hugging pillow. Han Jue held her the entire time, careful and steady... almost too steady.
Only when she finally felt him relax did she open her eyes.
Tsk. His self control was truly something else.
If it were Xuan Long or Hu Yan, they would have already devoured her without even spitting out the bones.
Ahhh... another point added to Han Jue’s scorecard.
After all, which female did not like a man who could be gentle when needed?
Sure, sometimes she wanted her men to be wild beasts... but sometimes... sometimes she wanted a Buddha mode husband too.
And apparently, she had collected all types.
Lucky her.
Just when Han Jue finally seemed calm, she stirred in his warm embrace. Lagging behind, he looked down at her with a gentle, questioning gaze.
Huh. My dear husband... do not look at me like that.
It is your fault for acting like a pure monk.
With a mischievous smile, she suddenly leaned forward and pecked his firm chin. Han Jue shuddered like she had struck him with lightning, but this was nothing compared to what she was about to do next.
Before he could regain his senses, Su Qinglan gripped his shoulders, used all her strength, and...
Pushed him down.
Thud.
"...Ouch," she winced internally. Okay, maybe that was a bit too hard. Did I just body slam my husband?
But the shocked look on Han Jue’s face? It was totally worth it. Besides, his skin was thick. This tiny fall would not hurt him... she hoped.
"Lan Lan, are you alright?" he murmured, staring at her strange expression.
FUCK.
Why is he worrying about me? He is the one who is about to be eaten alive. Worry about yourself, my monk husband.
Ignoring his clueless concern, she blinked her big eyes and whispered softly, her voice dripping with meaning.
"Han Jue... I suddenly feel so hot... something here is too hot..."
"A Ahem... Lan Lan, should I... lower the flame?" he asked with such innocent stupidity that Su Qinglan’s soul left her body.
She deadpanned. Lord Beast God, why did you give me a handsome idiot?
But she instantly recovered her confidence and climbed onto him, straddling him and sitting right on his stomach.
"Han Jue... you know... you are stupid."
"L Lan Lan... I am not..." he protested weakly, his cheeks scarlet as her eyes shamelessly roamed across his body.
Han Jue was utterly baffled. Just moments ago, his female had been resting peacefully, breathing softly like she had fallen asleep. He had not dared disturb her.
But what he did not know...
Was that she had been waiting for the exact moment he relaxed.
I have the patience of a saint, she thought proudly. But your monk aura tested even my limits, Han Jue.
Now she had him, pinned, trapped, and completely under her control.
"Han Jue..." she whispered again, lowering her head until their noses almost touched. "Look at me."
He did, and she could feel his heartbeat thundering beneath her hands. The warmth of his body seeped into her through their thin clothes. His scent... fresh rain, warm fur, and something uniquely him wrapped around her senses.
It made her chest tighten. It made her beast instincts purr.
Slowly, she cupped his cheeks and leaned in.
Their lips brushed once, fleetingly, before she tilted her head and kissed him deeply.
Han Jue froze for a full heartbeat. Then, as though his brain finally understood what was happening, he kissed her back.
His lips were clumsy at first, uncertain but eager.
She deepened the kiss, prying gently at his lips until he parted them. The warmth of his breath mingled with hers. His hands, which had been hovering uselessly in the air, slowly lowered.
She grabbed them and guided them. She placed them firmly on her own ass.
Han Jue exhaled shakily. This time, he did not pull away.
Instead, he tightened his grip, hesitant but firm, his fingers pressing into her soft ass cheeks as if trying to memorize the shape of her.
This time, Han Jue did not run away.
He held her tightly, fingers digging into her soft buttocks, kneading gently.
Su Qinglan’s soft moan melted into his lips, and the sound sparked something inside him. His hands grew bolder, sliding along her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin as her short dress rode up higher and higher, barely covering anything now.
His large palm brushed her inner thigh, and she squirmed, still kissing him hungrily. His other arm wrapped around her waist for support.
And then... she froze.
His hand had slipped inside her panties.
FUCK YOU, HAN JUE. Your hands are not shy like you.
She had only guided them to her buttocks, but apparently, he already knew the next steps.
When his hot palm cupped her bare cheeks, kneading and exploring, she hissed in surprise. And when those fingers slid even closer...
Her thoughts exploded.
Why am I so horny? No, wait, that is not the point. I was supposed to destroy him first... but this man... this monk... this apparently talented monk...
Her body trembled as his touch made her instantly melt.
Just a single touch, and her entire body reacted. She glared at him between kisses.
Han Jue... you are dead. Tonight, even the Beast God cannot save you.
But she could only squirm under his touch as Han Jue’s sudden assault did not stop. Instead, his hand pressed on, cupping her honey pot.
Her legs were almost spread due to the scorching heat pressed against her, and she opened her eyes to glare at him between the kisses.
But his next action caught her even more off guard when she felt his hand slowly parting her folds as his middle finger tried to graze inside.
She gritted her teeth to control herself and caught his extremely naughty hand, pulling back from his lips.
Han Jue opened his eyes and looked at her with a confused expression, almost as if he were hurt. But she hardened her heart to stone and pecked him on the lips before saying, "You are not allowed to touch me until I say so, or I will punish you."
At the word punishment, his eyes widened before he nodded like a puppy. She almost melted at his cute expression, but she controlled herself.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto him and sat directly on the bulge hidden behind his thick clothes.
Han Jue groaned at her sudden action. "Lan Lan... you do not..." but she did not stop, beginning to grind herself against him.
Her clothes bunched up at her waist, and she became even more excited as the hard thing pressed against her and pushed straight at her.
"Han Jue," she breathed out, a husky whisper against his ear, her voice trembling slightly from the friction. "I told you to worry about yourself."
His breathing was ragged now, his innocent, confused look gone, replaced by pure, desperate desire. His hands, which she had trapped moments ago, were now clenching the cloth beneath her, his knuckles white.
"Lan Lan... stop... please," he gasped, his voice tight.