The hazy moon emerged from the transparent clouds like the wings of a cicada, shimmering with a silvery glow.
The lanterns were just being lit, and although Jing’an City was bustling and hot on a summer night, Lu Jin’an felt a slight, stimulating chill.
Senior Sister Mu Qingyue not only had a cold and aloof temperament, but even her slender fingers were cold.
Although Mu Qingyue was a Sword Cultivator, her palms had no calluses, making them especially comfortable in the summer night’s heat.
Facing Mu Qingyue, Lu Jin’an stared directly at her eyes covered by black cloth and the blush on her cheeks.
Are you really that direct?
Did I really tell her to follow her own ways, is this her way?
Moreover, I just said she was inferior, but I didn’t expect her to be bolder than Master the next second?
"Junior Brother..." Mu Qingyue’s inner tension seeped through her usually calm tone, which now trembled slightly.
"More suitable now." Mu Qingyue continued with a slight tilt of her head, leaving Lu Jin’an even more astonished.
"I’ve spied on you bathing, Junior Brother." Mu Qingyue took another small step toward him, her hand resting on his lower abdomen through his clothing: "But I’ve never thought about fearing you, Junior Brother...
Senior Sister is a Sword Cultivator, even if Junior Brother..."
Lu Jin’an looked at Mu Qingyue in disbelief, Senior Sister, are you this repressed?
He reached up to grasp Mu Qingyue’s wrist, but she remained motionless.
"Senior Sister." Lu Jin’an spoke earnestly: "You can’t really see, right, can you let go first?"
"I can pretend not to see." Mu Qingyue slightly rotated her wrist: "Junior Brother, do you want to try?"
Watching Mu Qingyue’s mischievousness, Lu Jin’an was about to stop indulging her and leave, when suddenly he froze again.
Once again, he felt a chill, but it wasn’t the comfortable cool of Mu Qingyue’s palm, but a shocking coldness.
Seemingly non-aggressive, the Sword Qi encircled the Ming Staff like hoops, as if any slight movement on his part would trigger a threat.
Lu Jin’an wasn’t confident about avoiding Mu Qingyue’s Breaking Realm Sword Qi at such close range.
"Alright, alright, Senior Sister, you want to play ?" Lu Jin’an stared at Mu Qingyue: "I don’t believe you’d really dare to gamble with the future!"
"I can’t bear to." Mu Qingyue shook her head: "But Junior Brother doesn’t like being hurt either, right?"
After a pause, she lowered her eyes and softly said: "Zhu Nanzhi can, ’Mother’ can, why can’t Senior Sister? Just for a while, isn’t it okay?"
She thought that Junior Brother was perhaps more amenable to gentleness rather than force.
After all, Pei Wanyu used to scold Junior Brother severely when she found him not focused on cultivation, but then she would hold him tight, making him unable to breathe, and he didn’t seem to dislike it.
Looking at the threatening yet submissive Mu Qingyue, a sudden idea crossed Lu Jin’an’s mind: to personally feed this clueless Senior Sister a Dan Pill he had refined.
But thinking better of it, considering they were outside—were they on Taichu Peak, he surely would use this as a condition to ’educate’ her that Sword Qi shouldn’t be used in such dangerous places.
"Senior Sister has taken good care of her hands." Mu Qingyue tried to thoroughly persuade Lu Jin’an: "And Junior Brother, are you not uncomfortable with your current restlessness? I’m helping to cool you down, isn’t it nice?"
"Is this called cooling down?" Lu Jin’an looked up at the starry sky: "Are you sure?"
"My hands aren’t cold?"
"Heh..." Lu Jin’an sighed speechlessly: "This is in public, if someone sees, what face will we have left?"
Listening to the softened tone of Junior Brother’s voice, Mu Qingyue lifted her head again: "What are spells for?"
As she spoke, she formed a spell with her right hand to cloak perceptions: "Those with low or equal cultivation can’t notice it, and those with higher cultivation won’t dare investigate the Junior Brother of Wandao Sect and me, right?"
With those words, she took the lead, replacing her hand with the Ming Staff, gripping or holding it step by step forward.
Magic...is it meant for such things?!
Lu Jin’an followed her steps speechlessly, feeling the desire for Body Refinement rise once more, as developing the Left Assistant Palace, not fearing Zhu Nanzhi’s poisoning had eased it a lot.
If he developed the Jumen Dao Palace corresponding to the Celestial Rotary Star, enhancing the body’s durability, he wouldn’t need to worry about Senior Sister’s level of Sword Qi.
Body Refinement, still needs strengthening after all!
The women I’ve had close encounters with, how are they all so outrageous?
Feeling the coolness of Senior Sister’s palm, Lu Jin’an sighed softly, yet before his breath fully escaped, he took another sharp intake of cold air.
"Junior Brother’s Qi and blood are indeed vigorous." Mu Qingyue slightly lowered her head, her steps also slowing down a bit.
Though her eyes were covered with black cloth, her face appeared earnest, as if she was fumbling through some memory.
Lu Jin’an’s expression changed slightly; he had held Senior Sister’s cold hand before, but when the chill wandered in inappropriate places, even in summer it was hard to endure.
He turned his head to look at Mu Qingyue, who was two steps ahead, noting that her earlobes were very red.
Who could have imagined that the aloof Mu Jianxian in the eyes of outsiders would be so indiscreetly holding her Junior Brother’s hand in Jing’an City?
That’s not quite right; it’s more like she’s assisting the only Junior Brother in her heart.
"Senior Sister..." Lu Jin’an was about to say he felt cold, but changed his wording: "Is this your way?"
"One of them." Mu Qingyue’s voice was very low, as if warmth was unadapted to cold, and cold was enduring warmth’s torture.
"Weren’t you absorbed in cultivation and isolated retreat?" Lu Jin’an couldn’t help but ask: "What are you cloistering for?"
You’re not a woman from the Joyful Union Sect, why are you studying this during isolation?
Senior Sister understands more than he imagined.
"For power, and..." Mu Qingyue’s voice remained low: "Junior Brother."
"Reasons?" Lu Jin’an continued to ask: "For no reason, why?"
It couldn’t be like Zhu Nanzhi, being a face enthusiast, right?
Mu Qingyue stopped, and Lu Jin’an halted too; just when he thought he might hear Mu Qingyue’s answer, the feeling of cold suddenly disappeared.
He looked at Mu Qingyue, a twitch at the corner of his eye.
Mu Qingyue raised her right hand, her slender fingers stretched out wide, unpainted nails neat and white, under the moonlight, glowing in the lantern light, like the roots of a lotus, silk continuously reconnecting.
She gently parted her cherry lips, Lu Jin’an’s eyes widened.
Her cherry-colored lips and fingertip.
Mu Qingyue tilted her head, seemingly looking at him.
"Junior Brother, now I’m more powerful than ’mother’, and make your heart beat faster, right?"
Author: Seeking to be chased to read, asking for monthly tickets.
I think it’s not the time for reserve now, what if I miss the opportunity?