Mu Qingyue looked at Pei Wanyu, whose cheeks were glowing red. She had never heard of this Dual Cultivation Technique... Where did ’mother’ find it?
"It really doesn’t matter." Lu Jin’an gathered the spiritual power within his body, gradually focusing it on a single point, touching the surface.
Pei Wanyu lightly slapped his chest, "What did Master just say?"
"Told the disciple to stay put and not move..."
"Then what are you doing now?" Pei Wanyu glared at him, "Dare to not listen to your Master?"
Lu Jin’an shook his head, calming himself down.
Pei Wanyu let out a faint hum, reached out for a pillow to place under his neck, but then she turned to Mu Qingyue, "Let Jin’an rest his head on your lap!"
Mu Qingyue blinked, "Me?"
"It’s uncomfortable to lie flat, a pillow would make it better, and... it’s so hot, come over and cool him off."
Pei Wanyu spoke calmly, but she had her own little plan in mind: If the good disciple touched the cool Mu Qingyue, wouldn’t it be more comfortable?
Especially considering the relationship between herself and Qingyue, in such an atmosphere, perhaps the beloved disciple would become ’weak.’ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel[f]ire.net
If he became ’weak,’ wouldn’t that mean she became ’stronger’ by proxy?
Moreover... Pei Wanyu glanced at Mu Qingyue’s watery eyes, this girl seemed quite happy.
So it’s a win-win, perfect!
"Hurry up!" Pei Wanyu urged.
"Mm... oh." Realizing the change in her own tone, Mu Qingyue quickly suppressed the strange joy rising within her heart.
She quickly glanced at her Junior Brother, seeing his attention focused on the red bead, a wave of relief washed over her heart.
Thus, she moved towards her Junior Brother’s head while controlling her breathing.
She indeed felt happy because of Pei Wanyu’s words, especially the sentence, "Jin’an is uncomfortable lying there, go and help him."
"Junior Brother, lift your head."
Kneeling at the top of Lu Jin’an’s head, Mu Qingyue caressed his cheek with her cool fingers, her delicate fingertips gently gliding, cradling the back of his head.
Lu Jin’an met the red eyes of his Senior Sister, the mist in them almost seemed capable of being drawn into threads.
"To rest my head on your lap , now is probably the only time..." Mu Qingyue supported the back of his head with one hand, then lifted the hem of her ru skirt, revealing her plump thigh accentuated by her kneeling position.
She released his back, letting him rest on her cool thigh, "It should really be me resting on you."
"It’s not like you can’t rest on me."
"It’s different." Mu Qingyue straightened her back, ensuring her Junior Brother couldn’t see her face, much less the other kind of joyous emotion she was trying so hard to hide.
Lu Jin’an gazed at the coconuts so close, clearly witnessing the curve that became more defined as Senior Sister’s breathing quickened, tightening its grip on his gaze.
The curve was as beautiful as it was refreshing amidst the sultry atmosphere.
Lu Jin’an took a deep breath, Mu Qingyue’s fragrance was not as orchid-like or musky as Master’s, but this faint, almost imperceptible scent naturally brought calm to his heart.
If it weren’t for Master being a little too much, a little too much.
His gaze lowered, meeting Pei Wanyu’s seemingly smiling eyes.
"Finally willing to look at your Master?"
"This disciple has always been feeling Master," Lu Jin’an smiled slightly, having just demonstrated to his Senior Sister that Master wasn’t so ’weak,’ so he had already been drawn in.
He was getting closer and closer to Master.
Pei Wanyu let out a soft hum, "Remember to operate the ’Dragon and Phoenix Attraction Technique.’
Lu Jin’an understood this was Master’s hint to him, so he responded with a hum, although his gaze showed little calm, only increasingly fiery brilliance.
Pei Wanyu lightly bit her lower lip, the beauty mark on her lower lip especially alluring against her glowing, moist skin.
She exhaled softly, supporting Lu Jin’an’s chest with one hand, the other helping, inexperienced as she was, to search.
Lu Jin’an could sense Master’s slight trembling, raising his hand to brush past her shoulder strap, then across her creamy, plump skin.
Watching Master’s expression, a hint of doubt flashed in his heart, Master told him to restrain, but can the ’weak’ Master restrain herself?
Or perhaps... was Master’s earlier statement meant to make him her ’shackle?’
He didn’t ponder long, as Pei Wanyu’s expression gradually shifted.
Seeming sorrowful yet trembling, but also with a hint of joy.
Pei Wanyu was pleased that her guess was right, the body strength of her good disciple, who had opened five Dao Palaces, was indeed up to a ’passing’ standard.
The enhanced physical intensity and the contained Extreme Yang Qi could resist the Yin Qi to some extent and continue to break through.
She smiled, raising her hand to caress Lu Jin’an’s cheek, "Understand your Master now?"
Lu Jin’an merely responded with a hum, saying no more, as his nearly all of his senses were focused on that point beyond the external world disappearing.
But at the same time, he did not forget to operate the Dual Cultivation Method.
Because it was so much.
Like long-sealed flavorful wine, just releasing a tiny seal would send out an intoxicatingly rich aroma.
Smelling it alone brought a dizzying feeling as if overwhelmed by the aroma.
The operation of the ’Dragon and Phoenix Attraction Technique’ swiftly elevated Lu Jin’an’s cultivation, but he did not elevate; with tremendous self-control, he chose to compress, refine; compress again, and refine further...
The Divine Platform became ever more refined, the Spirit Sea even more stable.
Dual Cultivation truly leads to indulgence... not just in bodily pleasure, but the rapid elevation in cultivation induces deeper temptation.
Lu Jin’an thought, and then he heard the sheets rustling. Casting a glance, he saw Pei Wanyu’s legs wrapped in gray silk stockings, plump and beautiful, lifted gradually, her toes glossed with a sweaty sheen touching the bed.
Pei Wanyu’s cheeks blushed with a touch of haze, as if drunk.
She squinted her ink-like eyes to avoid looking at Lu Jin’an.
Mu Qingyue watched Pei Wanyu at that moment, a flicker of trance in her gaze.
These moments reminded her of the occasional fun when her mother poured wine.
Bit by bit, pouring from a jug into an already full cup, creating ripples, overflowing with droplets.
The rich fragrance wafted everywhere.