"Junior Brother, quench your thirst~"
Supporting herself on the bed with her right hand, Mu Qingyue unfastened her belt with her left hand, slowly pulling apart the collar of her garment.
The cool moisture began to ripple slightly, and Lu Jin’an, watching, said, "You haven’t, haven’t, haven’t..."
His tone gradually changed, and the word "conceived" got stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
Lu Jin’an’s eyes widened as he stared unblinkingly at the pure white fabric of her Ru skirt. After his lips moved a few times, he asked with a slight hesitation in his voice, "Was water splashed on it?"
Mu Qingyue’s fingers, pinching the fabric of the collar, had stopped. The slightly open garment couldn’t fully cover her half-revealed allure, especially as the edge of the collar happened to cut across the middle, seductive and beautiful.
Lu Jin’an, however, kept observing the fabric of her collar, where the pure white material appeared slightly darkened, very noticeable.
"No." Mu Qingyue’s cold fingers lightly touched his chest, and with a soft voice, she said with a smile, "Junior Brother, can’t you smell it?"
While speaking, she leaned down further, still supporting herself with one hand on the bed, prompting Lu Jin’an to instinctively take a deep breath.
"Junior Brother, do you know what kind of fragrance it is?"
Lu Jin’an’s eyes flashed with a strange look as he gazed at Mu Qingyue.
This was the first time he realized his Senior Sister had a milky side... how did she do it?
"Qiu Qingtang?" Lu Jin’an quickly reacted, "Did you go out just now to learn this spell?"
Mu Qingyue shook her head, "I learned it on the Flying Boat long ago, I was just waiting for the right moment before going out just now."
Listening to her voice, Lu Jin’an was about to speak—
Something seemed to have landed on his upper lip, and Lu Jin’an instinctively wanted to lick it, but his wariness towards his Senior Sister prevented him from acting immediately.
But then he thought, the Master is also present, even if the Senior Sister intended to hide some ’poison’ inside, she wouldn’t dare.
Because the Master would see through it at a glance.
So, he extended his tongue.
It was like quenching himself with chilled water when drenched in sweat... his taste buds spread out with a refreshing sensation akin to sweet dew.
He involuntarily swallowed, seemingly savoring it endlessly.
"How is it?" Mu Qingyue’s eyes shimmered with a bewitching allure, "Do you want more?"
Before Lu Jin’an could speak, Mu Qingyue pressed down on him directly, then let out a playful laugh, her voice carrying a slight tremor, "Junior Brother seems so thirsty~"
As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Pei Wanyu, "You really don’t seem to care about him at all."
Pei Wanyu, finally coming to her senses, stared blankly at Mu Qingyue, who was slowly lying sideways, taking Lu Jin’an’s head in her arms.
Because Mu Qingyue was also deserving of the term ’You Rong’, Lu Jin’an only needed to turn his head slightly to easily indulge.
Mu Qingyue seemed to have taken on the role of a mother.
Perhaps, at this moment, the word ’seemed’ should be removed.
Pei Wanyu’s eyes flickered with displeasure, the little girl’s actions made her particularly upset.
Originally, her obedient disciple most liked to lay on her, "Pian’an Yiyu", that is, his Master’s shoulder, but now all of it had been taken by Mu Qingyue.
Looking at her obedient disciple who seemed to have forgotten whether he was still holding something, his fingers hadn’t moved since Mu Qingyue came over!
She gritted her teeth, then saw Mu Qingyue turn to look at Lu Jin’an again, gently stroking the back of his head in the midst of rapid breaths, "Junior Brother, having undergone body refining and opened five Dao Palaces, don’t you feel much cooler and more comfortable now?"
"Yeah, that’s right..." Lu Jin’an replied vaguely, this was more fragrant than he had imagined.
Mu Qingyue gave Pei Wanyu a provocative glance, as if saying that even though Junior Brother was closest to her, at this moment, she was the one he liked the most.
However, she had a deeper purpose in her heart: to slightly provoke Pei Wanyu.
That way, perhaps Pei Wanyu might involuntarily say more angered words like ’Qingyue, help Jin’an’.
Pei Wanyu felt a surge of irritation welling up inside her, this girl was becoming increasingly audacious!
She took a deep breath and said calmly, "I thought you were really pregnant just now..."
"It’s only been a day, how could that be?" Mu Qingyue smiled slightly, "If it really happened, would you beat me?"
Pei Wanyu’s breath paused, the answer to this question seemed easy to give.
’Perhaps I wouldn’t beat Qingyue, but if Jin’an’s first child isn’t mine...’
"Rest assured." Mu Qingyue interrupted Pei Wanyu’s thoughts, "I wouldn’t do something like that."
Because she thought, if she really did, there would be a long time where she couldn’t resist her Junior Brother, to provoke his desire to ’teach’... what a waste!
Pei Wanyu pursed her lips, looking down at her obedient disciple who seemed completely oblivious to his Master’s presence, her heart filled with more annoyance.
So she let out a soft hum, moving her plump thighs wrapped in gray stockings slightly to the sides, and began drawing circles.
Pei Wanyu’s fingers resting on his chest slightly contracted, from the beginning of the night to now, her fair and delicate skin was covered in a layer of shimmering moisture, made more seductive under the candlelight’s glow.
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This scene was more shameful than expected.
Yet strangely, there was a peculiar sense of heat.
Perhaps it was because Qingyue finally got along with Jin’an.
Or perhaps it was the stimulation from not changing the way she was addressed.
Or perhaps she brought herself into it as well...
The myriad of lazy and beautiful emotions spread in her heart, gradually converging into a stream.
Pei Wanyu tilted her elegant neck back, her long black hair, clinging with moist strands, danced, showcasing her splendidly beautiful mature charm.