In the candlelit cave mansion, Mu Qingyue, with her head tilted back, furrowed her delicate brows, then involuntarily smoothed them back out again.
In this fiery atmosphere, Mu Qingyue at this mont was like a lting iceberg, bringing endless springti allure.
Lu Jin’an knew Mu Qingyue was very uncomfortable because she naturally disliked heat and her spiritual power was restricted, so she was sowhat unwell at the mont.
Lu Jin’an’s eyes slightly drooped as he gazed at her long, well-proportioned beautiful legs, now glistening and smooth, exuding an enticing sheen.
It was as if it were the body’s self-protection chanism.
Lu Jin’an raised his hand and slapped down, without any trace of rcy.
If Mu Qingyue doesn’t develop preliminary thoughts of submission now, the backlash he would face in the future wouldn’t be any less than that from Nanzhi.
He grabbed a lock of Mu Qingyue’s hair, leaned down, and whispered in her ear: "Look at you now, where’s that smug look from before? Do you still have a trace of the aloof Sword Immortal deanor, hmm?"
Listening to the voice in her ear, Mu Qingyue’s scarlet eyes were just a haze, disheveled hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks, and her breath erratic as she murmured softly.
"I am only yours now..."
In her dazed and captivated state, she couldn’t utter a complete sentence.
"Admitted it?" Lu Jin’an chuckled: "You’re just stubborn to the end."
"Hmm..." Mu Qingyue responded randomly, seemingly absent-minded.
"Tsk."
Lu Jin’an let go of her hair, gazing intently at her slender yet sensuous body.
Like the rippling surface of a lake.
He raised his right hand and Mu Qingyue bent down, hearing Lu Jin’an’s voice in her ear.
"Senior Sister, call like you did before, and who knows, you might get a reward."
Mu Qingyue spoke in a low voice.
Lu Jin’an laughed, continuing to dismantle her inner self: "I think you have quite a talent in this area. It’s really nice to hear, you should display it more in the future."
Mu Qingyue rested her forehead on her forearm, ruby-like eyes seeming to mist over more due to her own softly charming voice.
As if humiliated, yet hiding other emotions.
Lu Jin’an was satisfied: "Go to the desk!"
Mu Qingyue reached out her right hand with so difficulty, then her left knee, and then switched to her left hand and right knee.
Seemingly forgetting everything else for the ti being.
In the swaying candlelight, the stone wall reflected the lightly dancing locks of her hair.
The tightly closed stone gate of the cave mansion shut out the descending night and any other sounds.
Lu Jin’an, arriving at the desk, issued the second command: "Show those dozen pages torn from the upper volu."
Mu Qingyue subconsciously braced herself on the chair, slowly rising, taking those pages in her mouth.
Lu Jin’an’s eyes flashed with surprise, teasingly said: "Senior Sister, I hadn’t even said anything yet, why are you being so obedient?"
Mu Qingyue’s fingers tightened slightly on the chair, the next mont a trace of humiliation flashed in her eyes, soothing much of her desire, but she said nothing, turning her waist, trying to deliver the paper in her mouth to him.
"I told you, Senior Sister, you’re more fitting for it." Lu Jin’an said while taking the papers from her, patting her head: "Good girl."
Mu Qingyue lowered her head, resting her elbows on the chair, seemingly fragile and alluring, speaking softly.
Lu Jin’an, looking at the content she had deliberately redacted, grew gradually silent.
Mu Qingyue glanced back at him: "Why don’t you..."
"You have to learn to please on your own."
Lu Jin’an spoke casually, watching Mu Qingyue as she was obedient, all the while guarding against any potential retaliation from her once the dicinal effects wore off, while performing dual cultivation technique, and reading the page content.
The content that Mu Qingyue didn’t want him to see was indeed important, noting that learning this soul technique would implant an invisible seed, ready to be triggered at any mont, and recorded the engraving thod of ’runes’.
Lu Jin’an read page by page: "You’re really well-prepared. No wonder you weren’t particularly anxious when I said I wouldn’t practice."
Mu Qingyue remained silent, only acting according to her lord’s orders amidst her panting breaths.
Lu Jin’an casually tossed the pages on the ground, looking down at the graceful curve delineating from Mu Qingyue’s waist to hip, with her fair and moist skin dotted in fine sweat, particularly enticing.
He suddenly grabbed the chain, forcing Mu Qingyue to turn over: "Act coquettish."
She obediently complied.
Lu Jin’an raised an eyebrow, reaching out to stroke her cheek, moving her silvery hair aside, looking at her now slightly vacant refined face, and couldn’t help but laugh: "See, you’re even better fitted to be than I am."
While speaking, he tickled her lightly on the stomach, looking at her body twitching with each breath and the laughter trying to please, desire surged in his eyes.
Lu Jin’an ran his hands over the curves of her long legs, trailing down those slender and graceful calves, taking hold of her pale pink-white lotus feet suspended midair.
With jade white delicate feet and smooth calves outlining a subtly raised, graceful curve, the focus was all on smooth, white skin, except for so shallowly raised slender toe tendons and azure veins on the snowy foot’s back, with just a few red candle tears, revealing exquisite, translucent delicate feet, like newly peeled tender bamboo shoots, extrely graceful and charming.
The beauty of the foot’s sole was equally captivating, round as a goose egg shaped neat ankle, arc-shaped smooth moon arch, adorably petite toe pads, all suffused with enticing subtle pink hue, alongside shallow patterns, more so a heart-throbbing sight.
After teasing it for a while, Lu Jin’an pressed his right hand on her belly, a smile playing on his lips.
No matter how deep and unfathomable Mu Qingyue’s strength was, so what?
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