All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 398 - 247 Put me... put me down..._2

Locks of jet-black hair cascaded down her chest, revealing her delicate, clearly visible collarbones.

Gazing at her somewhat weary appearance, Su Bei reached out and gently clasped her pale wrist. "Is everything taken care of?"

Ji Nanjue pondered for a moment before replying softly, "Although there are still some minor issues, everything should be fine now."

After dealing with political affairs in Luodu, she had flown to Dongting Stream. Not finding him there, she had come to the Sacred Land, where she coincidentally sensed his presence. What followed was the sight of him looking utterly lost, staring blankanktly at the windowsill while holding that sword.

They were so close that Su Bei could smell the faint, alluring fragrance emanating from her body. The tension from his ambiguous interactions with Key Smoke these past few days had found no release. Consequently, in this dimly lit room, the sight of Nan Ji’s swan-like, slender neck and her crimson lips, as if touched with rouge, made Su Bei’s breath catch.

His voice was slightly husky as he asked, "Mm... your body... has it encountered any... further incidents?"

This question carried an unmistakable teasing undertone.

Ji Nanjue was momentarily taken aback, and then a blush spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.

"No incidents."

She already knew what the man before her intended. She immediately took a step back, creating a safe distance. What was this? Was she delivering herself to his doorstep?

Without even greeting Key Smoke, she had uncontrollably walked towards this man.

Su Bei, however, quickly stepped forward, an irresistible force in his eyes, and enveloped her tightly in his arms. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "But I have... I’ve had an incident..."

His unspoken meaning was clear.

Her rare display of shyness completely captivated Su Bei. He bent down, intent on finding those thin lips.

Ji Nanjue struggled only slightly before closing her eyes, surrendering to his actions.

She raised her jade-like arms, looped them around his shoulders, and slowly drew him closer.

Under the cool moonlight, the two seemed to merge into one.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

Su Bei finally lifted his head. He looked at Nan Ji, who was panting softly, her cheeks flushed. His eyes filled with tenderness as he said, "You are truly beautiful."

It was a heartfelt compliment. The sacred, inviolable aura emanating from the woman before him particularly stirred Su Bei’s soul.

He watched her, motionless, as if she were an offering for his taking.

An idea sparked in Su Bei’s mind.

He then licked his lips and began to whisper in her ear. WHISPER, WHISPER...

"You wish!"

Ji Nanjue took a deep breath, her eyes wide with astonishment.

Su Bei, however, merely gave a wry smile, the corners of his mouth curving into a bittersweet arc. "Really... that’s the purest Yang energy!"

A hint of suspicion flickered in Ji Nanjue’s eyes. She reached out her slender hand to touch Su Bei’s wrist, sending a wisp of Spiritual Energy to explore his damaged meridians.

"Besides, the Linglong Pearl doesn’t need a cold pool; it works in a bath too..." Su Bei pressed, seeing her hesitation.

Through a mix of coaxing and gentle deception, he managed to muddle Ji Nanjue’s thoughts until she felt dizzy.

"It’s true!"

Although Ji Nanjue’s round trip had only taken three to five days, she had tasted forbidden fruit, and the craving lingered. Despite her outward resistance, a different desire stirred within her.

Moreover, their relationship was already far from ordinary!

She had already made up her mind. What face did she need to save in front of him?!

She bit her lip, seemingly having reached a decision, and said resolutely, "It’s... not impossible! But only once!"

She knew the benefits of Linglong Qi for one’s meridians. Since her own also needed repair, she agreed to his audacious request.

Su Bei’s eyes lit up. Before she could react, he swept her into his arms and carried her deeper into the room.

Behind a massive screen stood a large bathtub carved from Han Baiyu, a tranquil pool of clear water resting within.

Su Bei set her down by the edge of the bathtub and began to remove her silk socks.

Her slender feet were like meticulously crafted jade masterpieces. They were like jade, white with a hint of pink. The skin on the tops of her feet was smooth and delicate, so translucent that the fine blood vessels beneath were faintly visible. Her feet were long and seemed boneless, yet soft. Her ankles were slender but still pleasingly rounded, their curves graceful. Her insteps were slightly arched, and the skin on her heels was so fine that its texture was discernible. Her ten slender toes, pale like spring onions, resembled pearls set upon her delicate feet.

As Su Bei moved, her clothes floated down piece by piece, revealing her exquisite figure.

"Now, it’s just us!"

Under the moonlight, her skin seemed to radiate a pale, luminescent glow.

Ji Nanjue turned her head away, avoiding his burning gaze. As if resigned to her fate, she forced herself to calm down, saying, "We’re just taking what we each need."

Steam slowly began to rise. A faint blush spread across Ji Nanjue’s body, her figure becoming hazy in the dimly lit room. Although Ji Nanjue was shy, having lived as a man for so long, she was ultimately not as timid as an ordinary woman.

Finally, when only the last piece of clothing veiled her modesty, Su Bei paused.

But a peculiar glint suddenly flashed in his eyes. For some reason, he found Ji Nanjue’s bellyband strangely familiar.

It wasn’t the style of the bellyband that intrigued him, but rather the Phoenix pattern on it.