Sparse shadows slant across the clear water, and faint scents float in the dusky moonlight.
In the bright and spacious room, the gentle sound of rubbing intertwines with the urgent, blending breaths, creating an exceptionally lodious atmosphere.
On the white floor, Xiao Yinruo, who was originally kneeling on both knees, seed to feel discomfort in her knees, so she switched from kneeling to squatting, her toes lightly tiptoeing.
As a result, an indescribable sense of temptation exuded from her cool and aloof deanor.
Her ink-black hair, tied up, resembled floating dark clouds, and her peach blossom eyes, misting with watery glimrs, were filled with endless allure in her sultry gaze.
At this mont, Xiao Yinruo was like a daughter red wine finally opened after being sealed for a long ti, releasing all her aroma and deliciousness, filling the air with a fragrance as elegant as gardenias, growing more richly fragrant.
Though not as intense as her Master’s, it was like the thin mist of dawn, giving a refreshing, pleasing, and calming feel.
At so point, the simple white blouse had slipped from Xiao Yinruo’s shoulder to the bend of her arm, with a red virginity mark on the pale skin of her left arm’s elbow, full of aesthetic appeal.
And between her beautiful snow-like neck and soft shoulder, the lotus carp bellyband hung on the back of her neck, swaying gently as she moved.
Lu Jin’an looked at her, her neatly pinned hair now slightly disheveled from his touch, her overcoat trailing on the floor, while her beautifully curved legs outlined sensuous lines due to her squatting posture beneath the white silk pants.
From her fragrant shoulders to her slender waist, the graceful curves seed to be crafted by a divine artisan, with skin as smooth and delicate as the finest white jade, radiant and translucent.
Just looking at her, Lu Jin’an couldn’t help but think that Qingmiao Palace was indeed a nurturing place.
The people nurtured there were white, tender, moist, and soft.
His gaze swept over the shadow amassed between the lotus carp, resting on the round, full, firm yet smooth-lined thighs, where through the tightly clinging silk pants, Lu Jin’an could evidently see that firm yet soft beauty.
From his current angle, he could only see Xiao Yinruo’s thighs and calves because Xiao Yinruo was majestic and grand, second only to her Master.
Her slender calves, with harmoniously proportioned muscles and flesh, were like flawless jade lotuses veiled by a layer of white mist, and as one passed the stunningly sexy ankles, there was a pair of elegantly lined lotus feet.
At this mont, one jade foot was bare, the other clad in Luo Socks, tiptoeing on the floor, fully displaying the arch’s graceful curve and the tender pink of the sole.
"Cough..."
When it’s no longer an unexpected situation on the Flying Boat, a beauty covering her mouth is most captivating.
Xiao Yinruo’s jade feet still gently tiptoed, but during the slow movent of her lotus steps, her knees once again touched the ground, and she turned her head to lightly rest it on Lu Jin’an’s thigh, seemingly reflecting in her misty peach blossom eyes.
As she regained so clarity, she lightly pursed her red lips, as if realizing why Nanzhi, Wanyu, or Qingyue liked this.
When touched by emotion, there indeed is a feeling akin to sweet dew.
Looking at it, Xiao Yinruo did not forget to operate the Supre Forget Love Immortal Technique, even though she still didn’t quite understand why it could enhance her strength, but it was useful, so it was fine.
As for what happens next... just leave it to instinct.
Anyway, she didn’t dislike it, in fact, she kind of liked this child, didn’t she?
The future... can wait until they leave.
Xiao Yinruo smiled faintly, slowly rising, as the outer and inner plain robes draped over her arm gracefully fell to the ground, presenting an ultimate allure amid half concealnt.
Lu Jin’an observed Xiao Yinruo at this mont, and despite the maturity undercurrents, there wasn’t much difference from her Master, equally a dreamlike, intoxicating gentle haven.
Whether it was the soft waist or the charming legs, they were so extraordinarily beautiful.
The Cold Palace Master of Qingmiao Palace, who had no appetite for mundane worldly smoke, was now so hazily and srizingly presented in his view.
Seeing Lu Jin’an’s sowhat dazed eyes, Xiao Yinruo raised her hands to hook around his nape, tilting her head to whisper in his ear: "Jin’an, are you very pleased?"
Lu Jin’an was taken aback, then sowhat incredulously looked at Xiao Yinruo, asking after a few seconds of silence: "Aunt Ruo, what do you an by that?"
Xiao Yinruo wasn’t sure if he genuinely didn’t understand or was pretending not to, but she still caressed his chin with her fingertips, softly saying: "Your Aunt Ruo here is the Palace Master of Qingmiao, also half a mother to Nanzhi, so what should you call ..."
Her slender fingers tracing Lu Jin’an’s chin slowly laid over his heart, feeling his heart’s strong, rapid beats, with a gleam of amusent in her eyes: "Indeed, very pleased... quite a little rascal."
"It truly is about that..."
Lu Jin’an swallowed, feeling quite surprised to hear such words from Aunt Ruo’s mouth, and there was an extre contrast of beauty.
Because, in his fixed impression, Xiao Yinruo, as the Palace Master of Qingmiao Palace, seed even less inclined towards worldly affairs than Nanzhi.
"I learned from Nanzhi, Wanyu, and Qingyue." Xiao Yinruo continued to speak as she kissed Lu Jin’an’s cheeks and neck: "Learned from them and now using it on you..."
"Your Aunt Ruo, I, know you better than you think,~"
Recalling Aunt Ruo’s actions earlier, Lu Jin’an hadn’t yet responded when Xiao Yinruo continued: "Jin’an, have you heard of the ’Empathy’ Daoist skill from the Forget Love Path?"
"I’ve heard a bit, it’s about empathizing with others, and then..." As he spoke, he paused, then sowhat incredulously asked tentatively: "Did you empathize with your Master and them?"
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