Chapter 20: Pure Yin Body, Yin and Yang Harmony
The wine trickled down her slender neck, leaving a suggestive stain on her collarbone.
She set down her glass, leaned forward, and braced her hands on either side of Zhang Xuanyao's body, trapping him between the sofa and herself.
The aura of a powerful businesswoman completely transford at this mont into an intensely aggressive display of female hormones.
"Anything but money."
Su Qingge stared into Zhang Xuanyao's eyes, her breathing beginning to quicken.
"My entire being, along with the Su Group, was saved by you."
"I'm thinking..."
She extended a finger, gently hooked the frog button on Zhang Xuanyao's Daoist robe, and traced circles on the rough fabric with her fingertip.
"How should I repay you?"
Zhang Xuanyao's Adam's apple bobbed.
Although he Cultivated the Dao, he did not follow the path of asceticism.
The lineage of Qingfeng Temple emphasized following one's heart and acting in accordance with the flow of events.
This woman before him.
Her appearance was peerless, her figure enchanting, and more importantly, within the vision of his Heavenly Eye, Su Qingge was radiating an alluring, pale pink aura.
That was a sign of a Pure Yin Body.
He hadn't noticed before, but now that they were close, Zhang Xuanyao realized this woman was practically a walking "human spirit-gathering array."
For soone who Cultivated, this was undoubtedly a top-tier tonic.
"Um..."
Zhang Xuanyao leaned back, trying to hold his last line of defense.
"As for repaynt, we can discuss it at length. For example, you could donate an air conditioning System to Qingfeng Temple, or renovate the steps on the back mountain..."
"Zhang Xuanyao."
Su Qingge interrupted him.
This was the first ti she had called him by his full na.
Without the honorific, there was instead a sense of determination to devour him whole.
"I don't want to discuss it at length."
Su Qingge's cheeks were burning from the alcohol and shyness, but her movents did not falter in the slightest.
She sat directly astride Zhang Xuanyao's lap.
Her professional skirt was stretched to its limit, outlining a breathtaking curve.
"I want it now."
Before she finished speaking.
Su Qingge lowered her head and kissed those thin lips that always spoke such infuriating words.
Boom!
In that instant.
Zhang Xuanyao felt as if fireworks had exploded in his mind.
Soft.
Burning hot.
Carrying the llow aroma of red wine, and a kind of madness that erupted after extre repression.
Su Qingge kissed clumsily, without any technique, only the instinct of a wild beast. She gnawed on Zhang Xuanyao's lips, her hands frantically tearing at that obstructive Daoist robe.
"Hiss—"
Zhang Xuanyao gasped.
Is this woman a dog?
"Lay Practitioner Su, this is assaulting a police officer... No, wait, assaulting a Daoist!"
Zhang Xuanyao mumbled a protest.
But his hands were very honest.
He didn't push her away, but instead used the montum to clasp Su Qingge's slender waist.
The sensation against his palms was astonishingly delicate.
Upon being touched, Su Qingge trembled as if she had been electrocuted.
She stopped her movents, straightened her waist slightly, and looked down at Zhang Xuanyao.
Those Phoenix eyes, usually so decisive and ruthless, were now blurred and almost dripping with desire.
"Aren't you able to calculate everything under heaven?"
Su Qingge panted, her fingers sliding down Zhang Xuanyao's chest, undoing the last frog button.
"Then did you calculate that tonight... you would be mine?"
Zhang Xuanyao laughed.
It was a laugh tinged with a touch of wickedness and a hint of helplessness.
"President Su, provoking a hot-blooded Daoist has very serious consequences."
He flipped over suddenly.
The world spun.
Their positions instantly swapped.
Su Qingge was pinned beneath him, her black hair scattered across the snow-white carpet like a blooming black lotus.
Zhang Xuanyao propped himself up with one hand beside her ear, while his other hand extrely naturally flicked open the collar of her shirt.
"This Daoist has never suffered a loss in his life."
"Since President Su is so passionate..."
Zhang Xuanyao lowered his head and gently bit Su Qingge's earlobe.
"Then this Daoist will have to... subdue demons and eliminate devils."
"Mmm..."
Su Qingge let out a broken moan, her arms instinctively wrapping around Zhang Xuanyao's neck.
At that mont.
Reason collapsed.
The lights in the presidential suite seed to beco suggestive, and the moon outside the window shyly hid behind the clouds.
...
"Wait!"
Just as they were at the point of no return, Zhang Xuanyao suddenly stopped his movents.
Su Qingge was lost in passion and opened her eyes in dissatisfaction, her eyes brimming with allure: "What's wrong? Do you want more money?"
"It's not about money."
Zhang Xuanyao stared at the center of Su Qingge's eyebrows.
There was a tiny vermilion cinnabar mole there, currently emitting a faint red light.
"Pure Yin Locking Yang?"
Zhang Xuanyao gasped.
No wonder this woman was still single at twenty-five, no wonder a scumbag like Second Young Master would do anything to marry her.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this Physique was considered a husband-killer, but in the eyes of those who Cultivated, it was a once-in-a-ten-thousand-year Cauldron!
If soone who didn't know the ropes touched her, they would have their Yang Qi instantly drained by that extrely cold Yin Qi; at best, they would fall ill, and at worst, they would drop dead on the spot.
But for Zhang Xuanyao...
This was practically a gift package delivered to his doorstep!
"Su Qingge."
Zhang Xuanyao's voice beca a bit more serious, but his hands were even more audacious, reaching directly beneath that thin layer of fabric.
"The next part might be a little hot."
"It might even feel like being on fire."
"You'll have to endure it."
Su Qingge couldn't hear any of this.
She only felt a scorching large hand pressed against her skin; the temperature was so hot that even her Soul was trembling.
"I'm not afraid..."
Su Qingge arched her waist, actively eting him.
"As long as it's you... I'm not afraid of fire..."
"Good!"
Zhang Xuanyao hesitated no longer.
Yang Qi like a Dragon, Yin Qi like a Phoenix.
The mont they made contact, a violent reaction erupted.
"Ah—!"
Su Qingge couldn't help but cry out.
It wasn't pain, but a pleasure she had never experienced before, soaring straight to the heavens.
She felt like a small boat drifting in a storm, tossed high into the sky by giant waves again and again.
And Zhang Xuanyao was the sea god controlling the winds and waves.
...
【Ding! Detected a top-grade Pure Yin Body!】
【Harmonizing Yin and Yang...】
【Congratulations to the host! Obtained Su Qingge's deep favorability: 100% (Unwavering until death)!】
In his mind, the System's notifications rang out one after another like thunderclaps.
But Zhang Xuanyao had no ti to pay attention.
He was currently imrsed in this extrely wonderful "Cultivation."
The Yin Qi within Su Qingge's body poured into his own endlessly, washing over his ridians; his internal organs, which had been damaged from forcibly drawing lightning, were actually repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And the Pure Yang Qi he returned to Su Qingge was also quietly transforming her body.
Her skin beca fairer and more translucent, and the sub-health state caused by years of working overti instantly vanished.
...
This night was destined to be long.
The large bed in the presidential suite endured the trials befitting its price.
From the carpet to the sofa, from the bathroom to the bedroom.
Su Qingge seed to want to release all the passion she had accumulated over the past twenty-plus years.
She had cried, begged for rcy, and finally turned into an insatiable seeker.
Until the east turned pale with the morning light.
The wind and rain finally gradually subsided.
...
The next morning.
Sunlight spilled onto the large bed through the gaps in the curtains.
Zhang Xuanyao opened his eyes, feeling refreshed.
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