At this mont, Xiao Yinruo is like a beauty in spring water yet to awaken, exuding a tender and lazy charm.
She lightly caresses her legs, the reason in her eyes seemingly devoured entirely by desire, and as she gazes at Lu Jin’an approaching slowly, she gently closes her eyes.
Lips touch.
Xiao Yinruo’s body stiffens slightly, as if so indescribable emotions flicker through her heart. Amidst the blending of various emotions, she inexplicably recalls the words she said to Wanyu at the Taichu Hall.
"Is it foolish to feel for soone else?"
So... I am also a fool.
Xiao Yinruo’s eyelashes quiver lightly, her rigid body gradually relaxing and softening in the sound of kissing.
Her body is very warm, Lu Jin’an’s body is even warr, but the interweaving of two kinds of warmth becos an oasis in the desert, like a sweet rain flowing through the whole body.
A feeling even more wonderful than Empathy.
Xiao Yinruo’s crossed hands over her head gradually tighten. Her nails, polished without any rouge, are white with a hint of pink, leaving faint imprints in her palms, seemingly enduring sothing, and also waiting for sothing.
The slightly pursed red lips part gently, and Lu Jin’an becos even more reckless.
Xiao Yinruo tilts her head back more, her elegant snow-white neck seemingly savoring fine wine, making her cheeks appear more intoxicatingly red.
Her beautiful back leans against the wall, her knees slightly bend in weakness, and her thighs rub together sowhat restlessly. Her breathing grows more rapid, as she tightly clenches her hands.
Lu Jin’an straightens up, looking at Xiao Yinruo’s peach blossom eyes, seemingly filled with water as she gasps for breath, his gaze sowhat dazed.
Reaching this point with Aunt Ruo was completely unexpected.
But since they’ve co this far, they must keep going.
"Aunt Ruo..."
"Hmm..." Xiao Yinruo’s chest rises and falls, when she first heard him call "Aunt Ruo" amidst the mory of desire, she was sowhat nervous and scared, and didn’t allow him to call her that, but now...
"Call again." She looks at Lu Jin’an, the faint curve of her smile carrying an intriguing excitent: "Nanzhi and Wanyu... won’t know."
Lu Jin’an pauses, Aunt Ruo emphasized this point for the second ti.
But there was no guilt when emphasizing it.
Is this... so kind of strange fetish?
Or is it simply being overwheld by desire?
But she doesn’t look completely out of her mind.
Normally, when caught in such a desire, the body moves faster than the mind, but Xiao Yinruo’s behavior doesn’t quite align with this, even...
Lu Jin’an senses Xiao Yinruo’s body leaning forward, lightly kissing his neck, and despite enjoying it very much, he feels as if he’s being played with.
He doesn’t know what’s going on in Xiao Yinruo’s mind, but from the occasional upward glance she gives him, it seems he can sense a kind of joy in ’playing with others’ things’.
Lu Jin’an doesn’t think too much when he feels a pain at his Adam’s apple, followed by Xiao Yinruo’s playful voice: "Don’t get caught, okay~"
Lu Jin’an stares blankly into Xiao Yinruo’s peach blossom eyes, misty with water vapor, wondering if Aunt Ruo still retains any reason.
"Throw away the Buddha Beads." Xiao Yinruo, with her hands raised over her head again, leans close to Lu Jin’an’s ear: "There’s sothing rounder than the Buddha Beads."
While speaking, Xiao Yinruo, pinned against the wall, twines the index and middle fingers together with a slight twist, and the Buddha Beads in Lu Jin’an’s hand vanish from the room: "In here, they won’t be snatched away, just like..."
She presses against Lu Jin’an’s chest, fully feeling the pressure at this mont: "This will only be ’taken’ by you."
Did Aunt Ruo really lose her mind?
Lu Jin’an feels that the question is not important now, he presses her against the wall again, bends down to kiss her red lips, slowly raising his left hand, as if touching the most precious artwork in the world.
His heart seems to be under pressure, and in the warmth of his palm, Xiao Yinruo’s peerless beauty gradually transforms, as her legs close together, she slowly closes her eyes again.
Lu Jin’an looks at her quivering eyelashes, like watching an almost ripe peach, just looking at it stirs a desire to possess and taste it.
Then, leaving a mark.
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"What is that?"
Yuan Li frowns at the White Jade Palace in the Immortal Falling Shura Formation Map: "An Immortal Artifact?"
"Immortal Artifact." Buddha Kongwu frowns as well, noting that the formation etched on the White Jade Palace also belongs to Forget Love Path, blocking the gray mist within the formation map.
But after a while, her brows relax and she sneers: "A futile struggle."
She can roughly understand why Xiao Yinruo didn’t initially bring out this palace for defense: not enough Spirit Crystals.
If there were enough, that woman would have definitely taken it out for defense from the start.
Buddha Kongwu’s hands make seals again, and under the ’natural lust of the dragon’ inherent in the snake around her wrist, the eleven Buddhas in the Immortal Falling Shura Formation Map start to shift, focusing on the Lust of the Five Desires and Six Dusts, enhancing the power contained in the gray mist.
Not far away, the female dragon Yuan Li’s body shudders, her black-red pupils flashing with a hint of killing intent, yet she doesn’t pay much attention to the feeling brought by the snake.
She looks up at the sky, for the first ti deeply breathing after coming down from the sacrificial altar.
The scent of Dragon Blood... the scent of Dragon Venerate Saint Buddha.
With his pure Dragon Blood, she can also complete the last step to rebirth and restore her peak state.
As long as this thod succeeds, an endless life will allow her to pursue greater power.
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