The heavy snow fell outside the cave all night long.
Jiang Huai opened his eyes early, only to find that Mu Yao had lifted the quilt in the middle of the night and climbed into his bed. Her body was now curled up tightly beside him, her skirt disheveled, and her collar slightly open, revealing a small patch of white and tender skin if he lowered his gaze.
Jiang Huai pried her arm open, sat up, and stretched. Mu Yao groggily clutched the quilt, accustomed to lingering in bed for a while longer. Meanwhile, Jiang Huai had started a bonfire near the cave entrance and was preparing to cook porridge.
“Good morning.”
A cold female voice suddenly sounded behind him. Jiang Huai froze slightly, turned his head, and realized that Ji Qingxuan had also woken up. She was still wearing the coat Jiang Huai had given her yesterday, leaning against the stone wall of the cave, sitting on the mat, wrapped in a quilt. Beneath the bedding, a pair of crystal clear, pure white, delicate jade feet were exposed.
“You’re awake too. I’m preparing to cook Jade White Jade Porridge.”
To put it plainly, it was Green Vegetable Rice Porridge.
Ji Qingxuan nodded gently, her eyes quietly gazing at him. Jiang Huai felt a bit uncomfortable under her stare and didn’t know what to say to break the awkward atmosphere. Only when the porridge was simmering on low heat in the pot did Jiang Huai speak softly, asking curiously, “You’re a cultivator at the Half-step Mahayana realm, right?”
Ji Qingxuan nodded slightly.
With her Dragon Clan bloodline, she had naturally inherited some of the Dragon Clan’s innate talents. But as soon as he thought of the Dragon Clan, Jiang Huai thought of Jun Anshui, of her petite, tender, and flawless face, and a sense of guilt quietly surged in his heart.
“Your cultivation… how did you recover?” Ji Qingxuan asked softly.
This time, it was Jiang Huai who froze slightly. “How did you know my cultivation was crippled?”
“I’ve heard of you,” Ji Qingxuan’s eyes quietly gazed at him. “When we first met, I knew you were Jiang Huai, the personal disciple of Chu Xianning, the Flower-Plucking Fairy of the Eastern Region, the Saint Son of the Tian Xuan Sect who crippled his cultivation to save over a dozen children.”
“What a coincidence,” Jiang Huai scratched his head, looking at her fair feet under the quilt. Suddenly, he thought of something, leaned closer, and gently pulled her quilt, covering her white and tender little feet as well.
Ji Qingxuan’s eyes showed a hint of confusion, but she didn’t say anything further.
“Granny Jiu gave me a prescription back then. I’ve gathered more than half of the medicinal materials on the prescription, and my Qi Sea has recovered. However, spiritual energy is not easy to replenish. Coming to this Secret Realm is also to find the Ice Crystal Snow Soul Flower on the prescription,” Jiang Huai explained to Ji Qingxuan. Ji Qingxuan nodded gently and remained silent, leaning there quietly, her eyes looking towards the wind and snow outside the cave.
The wind and snow were vast, but there was nothing to see. She gradually became distracted. A moment later, Jiang Huai thought of something and said softly, “By the way, that Dragon Blood Treasure Pill, it’s best if you take it after I leave the cave.”
However, the moment Jiang Huai looked back, he saw Ji Qingxuan holding the Dragon Blood Treasure Pill and throwing it into her mouth. As his voice fell, Ji Qingxuan had already swallowed the pill.
“What… will happen?” Ji Qingxuan was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised.
“It won’t be very serious, you might feel hot flashes or something… probably?” Jiang Huai had roughly speculated about the medicinal properties. He had experimented before; his blood was now the most potent aphrodisiac in the world. Therefore, he had specifically added many calming medicinal materials. When Ji Qingxuan was unconscious earlier, Jiang Huai had fed her one, and according to Mu Yao, her underpants were soaked when she bathed her.
“I will endure it,” Ji Qingxuan replied softly.
A moment later, she vaguely felt her cheeks getting hot, and her body felt slightly numb. Fortunately, she had never had any experience before and had never tasted forbidden fruit. Therefore, the strange desires that arose in her mind only made her a little confused for a moment, but not so out of control.
She clenched the quilt tightly. Jiang Huai looked at the porridge in the pot and hesitated for a moment. “Do you still want to drink the porridge? Or should I wait for Mu Yao to wake up and feed you, and I’ll avoid it for now?”
“Do I look like I’ve lost control?” Ji Qingxuan’s body trembled slightly, but she asked Jiang Huai incredulously, “Besides your cheeks being a little flushed, no.”
“Then… please feed me.”
“It’s a small matter.” Jiang Huai scooped a bowl of porridge, sat by the bed, picked up a spoonful with the ladle, and brought it to her lips, reminding her to blow it cool. He himself wouldn’t blow, as it was better to do less of such ambiguous things.
But at this moment, Ji Qingxuan’s eyes were slightly hazy, and as her lips parted, her delicate pink tongue was particularly alluring. Jiang Huai fed her spoonful by spoonful, seeing her cheeks grow redder and her body tremble more violently. The small bowl of porridge was quickly finished. Ji Qingxuan gently shook her head, meaning she didn’t want any more. Jiang Huai put down the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a handkerchief, leaned closer, and gently wiped her lips. But the next moment, he was caught off guard when Ji Qingxuan bit his finger.
Fortunately, Jiang Huai had the Super Overlord Art. It was probably her teeth that hurt more.
He looked at Ji Qingxuan in surprise. After Ji Qingxuan came back to her senses, she quickly let go and mumbled an apology. Then Jiang Huai went to the stove, scooped a bowl of porridge for himself, and drank it quickly.
He didn’t look at Ji Qingxuan, to avoid making her embarrassed with his gaze.
“The smell on your body… makes me feel very strange,” Ji Qingxuan’s voice was very, very soft.
“Strange?”
“Indescribably familiar… it makes me feel very at ease, yet inexplicably a little scared…” Ji Qingxuan mumbled softly. A moment later, Jiang Huai understood. Perhaps it was because of the Dragon Emperor Bloodline in his body. Even though he hadn’t activated it, it had already made Ji Qingxuan smell a hint of familiarity. However, he had no intention of revealing the truth to Ji Qingxuan.
The Dragon Emperor Bloodline was a divine item in this era. Let alone cultivators at the Eighth Realm, even those at the Ninth Realm would go mad if they found out. If it were accidentally exposed, it would inevitably bring disaster.
“Perhaps it’s a psychological illusion caused by your dependence on me after you were injured,” Jiang Huai replied faintly. He looked back at Ji Qingxuan. At this moment, her body was still curled up in the quilt, but her legs under the bedding were now tightly pressed together, as if she were restlessly fidgeting. Large patches of fine sweat had already appeared on her cheeks.
Jiang Huai went to Mu Yao’s side, patted her little butt, and groggily woke her up, asking her to take care of Ji Qingxuan. After Mu Yao agreed, he left the cave to search for his Ice Crystal Snow Soul Flower.
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Three hours later, Jiang Huai returned to the cave.
At this moment, Ji Qingxuan was still huddled in the bedding, but her black dress had been replaced by a light purple silk nightgown. This time, she was wearing her own nightgown. The skirt was long, reaching her ankles, and the skin on her shoulders was completely covered. It was not as tight and revealing as yesterday. She was still wrapped in the quilt, quietly gazing at the snow outside the window. Only when Jiang Huai returned did her dazed eyes come back to her senses, showing a hint of joy.
“What are we eating today?”
“I caught a few fish. Sour Soup Fish, perhaps.”
Jiang Huai had already processed the ingredients outside the cave and only needed to finish them when he returned. He fed Ji Qingxuan again for this meal. Ji Qingxuan was becoming increasingly proficient, her posture elegant and exceptionally obedient. After eating, she quietly leaned to the side, her eyes continuing to gaze at the snow outside the cave.
Mu Yao then clung to Jiang Huai again. As soon as Jiang Huai lay down on the bedding, her petite body crawled over, leaning on his chest, her cheek rubbing against his neck, and she complained softly, “It’s so boring in the cave.”
Jiang Huai gently poked her waist. “When her injury is healed, I’ll take you out to play.”
“There are still two days left,” Mu Yao pouted aggrievedly. Jiang Huai looked down at her and kissed her forehead gently, saying softly, “Good girl.”
The next moment, Mu Yao’s cheeks turned red. Instantly, she looked at him with a face full of vigilance. “This isn’t you! You’re acting strange! Do you have to pretend to be gentle, kind, and polite in front of other women?”
Jiang Huai instantly slapped Mu Yao’s tender backside. Mu Yao’s cheeks immediately turned even redder. “Beast.”
“I think you seem to prefer being treated like a beast a bit more.”
“Who, who likes it?” Mu Yao snorted, reached out, and gently embraced him, pulling the quilt to cover them both. The warmth in the quilt quickly spread. The girl had a faint fragrance. Jiang Huai leaned in and sniffed gently, but when his breath fell on her neck, Mu Yao’s body inevitably trembled slightly, and she became soft and weak.
Perhaps because she was too bored, Mu Yao reached out her finger and began to draw circles on Jiang Huai’s chest.
Mu Yao suddenly thought of something and quietly transmitted her voice to Jiang Huai. “Do you know? After you left today… I bathed Ji Qingxuan again.”
“I don’t need to know this.”
“You, the medicine you gave her is too much. Do you know that her entire skin was pink at that time, and she begged me to tie her hands so she wouldn’t squirm around. Even so, her thighs were still clamped together, rubbing continuously…”
“This, perhaps you shouldn’t tell me this kind of thing, it’s not very proper.”
“Okay, okay, you’re the most noble, the most respectful of women.” Mu Yao discontentedly moved closer and gently bit his chest again, but obediently stopped talking. The time in the cave was long. After a long while, night truly fell, and the wind and snow outside the window turned completely dark. The light from the Firefly Stones was extinguished.
At this moment, Mu Yao was still lying on Jiang Huai, but she gradually discovered something fun. The thing pressing against her lower abdomen had, perhaps because she had twisted her body earlier, quietly stood erect, pressing against her hot lower abdomen, making her cheeks slightly flush. She quietly looked up and whispered in Jiang Huai’s ear, “It’s so hot.”
“Then you should obediently get down.” Jiang Huai pulled her body, forcing her to lie beside him. But after a while, Mu Yao’s small hand reached out restlessly. Jiang Huai slapped her hand away. After another while, she stealthily reached her white and tender little hand out again.
It wasn’t until Jiang Huai, exasperated, leaned closer and pried open one of her slender, snow-white legs that Mu Yao suddenly panickedly begged for mercy, “I was wrong, I was wrong…”
The skin of the girl’s thighs was soft and tender, and the feel was not bad.
Jiang Huai thought this, then let go of her hand, only to reach out and rub her smooth, milk-like skin for a while longer. Mu Yao’s cheeks turned red. Not knowing what she was imagining, she gradually became breathless. After a while, she suddenly clamped her legs together, tightly gripping Jiang Huai’s hand that was touching her leg.
Her legs clamped him so tightly.
