In the quiet bedroom, Lu Jin’an lay on the bed with his upper body bare, squinting his eyes to enjoy the icy, silky touch of feet moving up and down on his back.
Senior Sister’s frame is even slimmer than Zhu Nanzhi’s, especially when she wears the black sword clothes, she looks frail and delicate.
However, having seen Senior Sister’s legs and hips, Lu Jin’an knows her body isn’t just a skinny frame; apart from her chest, she does have flesh where it’s needed, it’s just...
Having embraced Zhu Nanzhi, Lu Jin’an feels that although Senior Sister appears light, her weight isn’t much different from Nanzhi’s, even though Senior Sister doesn’t even seem to have a B-cup...
Where does the weight come from?
It’s truly a strange thing...
Lu Jin’an couldn’t be bothered to deeply ponder this potentially answerable question, focusing part of his attention on the sensation of Senior Sister’s icy black silk-clad jade feet on his back.
Cool, soft, silky, and comfortable.
On his back, Mu Qingyue’s silver hair, bound into a ponytail, floated lightly, while the strands by her temples were tucked behind her ears, revealing her exquisitely pretty face with highly defined features.
Although her eyes were covered with black cloth, it added a few levels of mysterious allure, compelling one to explore further.
At this moment, Mu Qingyue’s cheeks carried a faint, soft blush, her lips lightly pressed, yet she couldn’t suppress the smile at the corner of her mouth.
As a Sword Cultivator, she naturally lacked nothing in balance, so there was no risk of missing a step or losing strength while stepping on Lu Jin’an’s back.
Stripped of her black horse-faced skirt, her hips were covered by the hem of her robe, her thighs were slender yet smooth, her calves straight and supple like an elf’s, and her milky white skin appeared lusciously tempting through the sheer black silk covering.
Mu Qingyue’s legs were slimmer than Zhu Nanzhi’s, but owing to her status as a Sword Cultivator, they had more strength.
As she lifted and lowered her legs, the soft, sinew lines sketched by the black silk were clear, adding a touch of sensuality to her cool and aloof demeanor.
Her dainty jade feet exposed to the air, the ten alabaster toes slightly curled, their nails bare of any rouge, appeared like petals veiled in a black mist—enigmatic and enticing.
Lu Jin’an could fully feel the shape of Senior Sister’s black silk-clad jade feet; without looking, he knew they were a pair of well-proportioned, slender feet.
"Junior Brother, is it comfortable?" Mu Qingyue asked gently, though her tone remained icy. Before Lu Jin’an could respond, she continued, "I think it’s quite comfortable."
Because of Lu Jin’an’s earlier thoughts and deductions, a slight sheen of sweat appeared on his back. As the cool, black silk-clad jade feet gently pressed down, Mu Qingyue could distinctly feel the silk stockings sticking to her icy soles.
Lu Jin’an responded with an elongated "Hmm," saying, "Use a bit more force, I’m feeling overburdened."
Having already developed four Dao Palaces, he wasn’t at all concerned with his over-one-hundred-pound Senior Sister stepping on his back.
Mu Qingyue, who also responded with an "Hmm," added more force, "How about this?"
"Comfortable." Lu Jin’an’s brows relaxed in enjoyment; though Senior Sister’s black silk-clad jade feet were delicate and silky, the most pleasurable part was the icy sensation through the thin stockings.
As icy as ice, but much more comfortable.
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Looking at the floor, Lu Jin’an, lying at the edge of the bed, hummed and said, "Senior Sister, do you think Yang Guan might flee out of nervousness?"
Turning around, Mu Qingyue stepped from his tailbone to his shoulder and said flatly, "If he’s capable of breaking through Sitting and Illuminating, he certainly won’t run away. He might even probe further.
After all, Junior Brother, your words are only suspicions, not certainties, right?"
"Hmm..." With his eyes closed, Lu Jin’an continued, "Starting rumors is easy, debunking them is hard. I’m curious about how he’ll react to those rumors."
"Isn’t the intelligence saying he’s currently comprehending Daoist Skills, so he might not have time to react when he exits seclusion."
"If that’s the case, it simplifies things." Lu Jin’an chuckled, "The less prepared he is, the easier it is to manage..."
"Hmm." Mu Qingyue placed her black silk-clad jade feet on either side of his waist on the bed, squatted down, and after massaging him with her cool hands for a while, said, "Junior Brother, turn over."
As Lu Jin’an turned over, he joked, "Front doesn’t need stepping, right?"
"Just listen to me." Squatting, Mu Qingyue whispered.
After turning over, Lu Jin’an glanced at Mu Qingyue’s legs wrapped in black silk stockings, expressing mild surprise, "Your underpants..."
Sitting up slightly, his tone carried a hint of surprise, "When did Qiu Qingtang start making underwear? And with lace trimmings..."
"Yesterday." Mu Qingyue’s lips curled into a smile, "Looks good, right?"
"Looks good." Lu Jin’an smiled, "That little fox is quite skilled."
"Her Universe Bracelet contains all sorts of materials for making clothes." Mu Qingyue lightly touched Lu Jin’an’s chest with her cool hand, "She’s skillful too, quickly making a sample, so I tried it on."
Lu Jin’an calculated the time in his mind, "Your period..."
"Almost over." Mu Qingyue smiled gently, "Does Junior Brother want it?"
"Let’s wait until we’re back." Lu Jin’an said softly.
"I think so too." Mu Qingyue smiled slightly, "Outside, many conditions aren’t suitable."
"Yes." Lu Jin’an closed his eyes again to enjoy the massage from Senior Sister’s cool hands, but as he sensed Senior Sister’s fingers hooking onto his waistband, he opened his eyes, "Senior Sister, what are you doing?"
"Nothing." Mu Qingyue said calmly, her icy voice revealing no trace of shyness.