But this time, Ling Ningzhi didn’t dodge, her misty eyes filled with splendor.
"Master once said, this Daoist will face a calamity in this life. If I can get through it, my path to immortality will be smooth, but if I can’t, I may be swept into the vortex of the mortal world, sinking into the endless red dust..."
"It seems Mr. Chen is my tribulation."
"I’m sorry, Master, I’m afraid I can’t pass this calamity..."
Ling Ningzhi’s body suddenly tensed, her swan-like neck stretched straight, pain showing between her brows and eyes.
The gauze curtains swayed, the bright moon shattering the clouds.
Like a night-blooming flower stretching in the twilight, or a waterfall cascading down a mountain peak.
Ling Ningzhi felt herself floating on clouds, and the next moment she plunged into an abyss, much like the first time she learned to travel through the sky, an uncontrollable sense of weightlessness made her heart tremble.
Her fingertips left deep blood marks on her back, all emotions piled up in her chest, eventually turning into indistinct notes, echoing in the air.
I don’t know how long passed.
Chen Mo’s restless Qi-blood finally calmed down.
His whole body, muscles knotted and bulging, covered with winding blue veins, sweat rolling down, strands of heat rising up.
His chaotic gaze regained clarity, looking at the mess in front, full of apology in his eyes.
Before he finished speaking, his lips were pressed by jade fingers.
Ling Ningzhi’s cheeks flushed, shyly said, "Mr. Chen need not feel guilty, I was very happy just now..."
Chen Mo was silent for a moment, didn’t say much more, extending his hand to embrace her.
The two quietly embraced.
Listening to the steady breathing, Ling Ningzhi’s eyelids drooped, said, "Mr. Chen, am I too bad?"
Chen Mo heard her words, puzzled, "Why do you say that?"
Ling Ningzhi said, "As the chief disciple of the Tianshu Pavilion, I should abide by the rules and precepts, but now I’ve taken the lead in breaking the taboo... As a good friend of Zhixia, I’ve done such a thing with her fiancé..."
She lifted her chin, misty eyes full of pity, "It seems I’ve become a bad woman."
Just now, in the heat of passion, her mind went blank, and now after calming, complex emotions surged.
It’s inevitable to feel a little gain and loss.
Chen Mo gently caressed her hair, softly said, "I dragged the Daoist into this, if anyone’s to blame, blame me, but Zhixia has already accepted our relationship, Daoist need not blame herself."
Ling Ningzhi whispered, "But Master over there..."
Chen Mo snorted, "She herself isn’t honest, what right does she have to question you?"
Ji Hongxiu didn’t mind falling out with the Empress, just to hold onto him and sleep, who knows what she’s plotting...
Ling Ningzhi thought of this, her mood lightened significantly, wrinkling her delicate nose, "Though Master has a peculiar temper, she’s definitely not one to do random things, there must be some unspeakable reason..."
"Zhi’er, you’re so beautiful."
Looking at that incomparably beautiful face, Chen Mo couldn’t help but interrupt, gently pecking her lips.
Ling Ningzhi’s face flushed even more, like a blooming peach blossom, toes curling instinctively.
Though she had already taken the final step, such intimate gestures still made her feel shy and nervous.
Chen Mo asked, "Do you still remember what I once said?"
Ling Ningzhi curiously asked, "What did you say?"
"I once said, I wanted to break and shatter this moon at the edge of the sky. I didn’t expect it to come true." Chen Mo said with a smile.
Ling Ningzhi rolled her eyes at him, angrily said, "Back then, Mr. Chen almost bullied me to death, such torment, really bad to the core..."
Chen Mo blinked, "Didn’t the Daoist like it?"
Ling Ningzhi bit her lip, whispered, "I didn’t like it initially."
Before Ling Ningzhi could respond, she suddenly drew a sharp intake of breath, her delicate brows slightly knitted.
Earlier, Chen Mo was nearly out of control, exerting no restraint, and Ling Ningzhi being a Daoist, her physique could not be compared to Little Tiger, of course, she couldn’t bear the thrashing.
Chen Mo didn’t act recklessly, instead gently transmitted Vitality Essence to her.
Ling Ningzhi felt warm all over, the pain and fatigue quickly vanished.
Her body restlessly squirmed, water-filled eyes gazing at Chen Mo, showing shyness and a hint of longing.
Chen Mo leaned close to her ear, whispered something.
Ling Ningzhi’s eyes widened, stammered, "How can I possibly say such things?"
Chen Mo grinned, "Is the Daoist sure not to say it?"
Ling Ningzhi almost lost her breath, playfully punched him, "Mr. Chen, you’re really terrible!"
Yet she couldn’t hold on for long.
Her snow-white arms wrapped around Chen Mo’s neck, eyes unfocused, voice trembling, "Master, master is the best! Really like master~" Original content can be found at novel_fіre.net
Another hour passed before everything calmed down.
Ling Ningzhi had turned into a pool of spring water, hair disheveled, thoroughly exhausted.
Chen Mo leaned against the headboard, suddenly thought of something, asked, "By the way, how come I remember, there seemed to be someone else just now?"
At that time, he was feverish and confused, memory a bit unclear, but vaguely seemed to see a figure in a white dress...
Ling Ningzhi suddenly came to her senses, exclaimed, "Oh no, the Empress is still lying on the floor!"
Chen Mo was also stunned, "The Empress?!"
The two lifted the curtain, peered out.
Saw Yu Youhan, who was tied up like a dumpling, with a stiff expression, swallowed hard.
Chen Mo’s scalp tingled.
The Empress was just a curtain away, while he was fooling around with Ling Ningzhi.