"Director Gu, morning."
Sun Zhe swaggered into the living room like he was returning ho, sat on the sofa, and lifted his legs, directly appreciating the sexy beauty in front of him.
Her hot and enticing curves were perfectly outlined under the tight yoga outfit.
Especially those long legs, as if embellished with special effects, perfect without a single flaw.
Gradually, as the Yang Qi stirred within him, a tall "pyramid" rose from Sun Zhe’s lower abdon, threatening to rupture his pants.
Gu Lingxue, being stared at with ill intentions, felt uncomfortable all over and simply went to turn off the TV to end her yoga session for the day.
Being watched by a big pervert made it impossible for her to continue; she feared that while she was exercising, he might just pounce on her.
She walked over to the other sofa and sat down, sneaking a glance at the bulge on Sun Zhe’s pants, her heart like a cat scratching, wishing she could dissolve right into Sun Zhe.
She had known a few n, but without exception, they were all for cultivation.
Sun Zhe was the only man who truly brought her joy and the only one she couldn’t forget.
"Did you co here early in the morning for a reason?"
Sun Zhe shrugged, "Can’t I just miss my sister?"
"Hmph!"
Gu Lingxue’s face was filled with disdain, "I have no ti for you."
Sun Zhe said, "Actually, there’s sothing important."
"What is it?"
Sun Zhe patted the sofa next to his legs, "Co over here and I’ll tell you."
Gu Lingxue decisively refused, "No, I’m all sweaty."
Unexpectedly, Sun Zhe got up, went over, and directly sat beside her, pulling her into his arms, letting her soft and bouncing body sit on his lap.
Gu Lingxue giggled and leaned into his arms, hugging his neck, playfully saying, "You little scoundrel, are you that desperate?"
Sun Zhe chuckled wickedly, one arm around her slender waist, the other reaching beneath her yoga top to her smooth belly, his palm trailing downwards on her soft skin.
"Oh no, stop..."
Gu Lingxue looked at him with grievance, instinctively squeezing her legs together.
But when she squeezed her legs, the bulge in Sun Zhe’s yoga pants beca even more pronounced, soft and swollen, like a little bun hidden inside.
Sun Zhe leaned in to gently nibble at her neck, while his hand shifted, returning to her smooth belly, forcibly prying into the waistband of her yoga pants, exploring the mysterious territory with no barriers.
"Oh... no underwear..."
"Hmm... don’t do that!"
Gu Lingxue’s face blushed as she gently twisted her waist, looking down at the hand coaxing her yoga pants, feeling awkward.
Though she said "don’t do it," her body was very honest—Sun Zhe’s hand just reached into the narrow gap of her legs, causing her to cooperate by slightly opening them, giving him better access.
"Sizzle, sizzle..."
In just monts, a moist sound began seeping out from her yoga pants.
Sun Zhe gently teased the soft butterfly wings with his fingers, saying, "I’ve encountered so trouble and need the Lieyang Group’s help."
Hearing this, Gu Lingxue furrowed her brows in confusion, "With your strength now, what kind of trouble can you have?"
Sun Zhe asked, "Do you know the Priestess of the Dragon Capturing Race?"
"What?"
Gu Lingxue’s expression froze, looking at Sun Zhe in disbelief.
"You an Liu Bingyue, the Charming Blood Demoness?"
Sun Zhe t her eyes and nodded gently.
Gu Lingxue remained silent for a while before asking, "You provoked her?"
Sun Zhe said, "To be precise, she’s focused on ."
Gu Lingxue didn’t hesitate, rolling her eyes and said, "There’s nothing I can do. You have to fend for yourself. The Charming Blood Demoness is a legendary figure; even ten Lieyang Groups couldn’t handle her."
Sun Zhe was surprised, "Is it really that exaggerated?"
Gu Lingxue’s tone turned somber, "The Dragon Capturing Race has a foundation that’s hundreds of years old, unshakeable. We can’t risk confronting them for you alone."
"Besides, we have always had a good connection and cooperation with the Dragon Capturing Race."
Sun Zhe’s hand inside her yoga pants suddenly increased pressure and said, "Then there’s no way."
"Hmm..."
Gu Lingxue’s body trembled, letting out a soft moan, as her strength seed drained, collapsing weakly into Sun Zhe’s arms, her hand reaching under his shirt to feel his abs, asking, "How did Liu Bingyue end up focusing on you?"
Sun Zhe said, "It’s hard to explain."
Gu Lingxue thought for a mont and said, "Neither I nor the Lieyang Group can oppose the Priestess of the Dragon Capturing Race, but my senior sister can."
"Your senior sister?"
Gu Lingxue gave Sun Zhe a deep look, saying, "She intended to co to Yang City for a long ti, but due to many affairs in Kyoto, she hasn’t had ti."
"So, what’s the point?"
Gu Lingxue said, "If you’re willing to beco my senior sister’s disciple, then Liu Bingyue won’t dare to harm you."
"Your senior sister is that powerful?"
"Of course."
Gu Lingxue’s face was filled with pride and admiration, as if it was an honor.
Sun Zhe chuckled, "If I beco your senior sister’s disciple, do I have to call you uncle?"
Gu Lingxue gave him a flirtatious glance, suddenly snaking her hand into his waistband to grab hold of the heat, playfully saying, "Does calling uncle matter? Anyway, you just tornt ."
Sun Zhe shook his head gently, "I won’t beco her disciple."
Gu Lingxue sighed helplessly, "I’ve talked about you to my senior sister, and she’s quite interested in you."
Sun Zhe wondered, "Why is she interested in ?"
"Because you have the Pure Yang Holy Body."
Sun Zhe frowned slightly, "Is the Pure Yang Holy Body really that sought after?"
"Of course."
Gu Lingxue withdrew her hand, grabbed a towel to wipe it, and slowly said, "Throughout history, those with the Pure Yang Holy Body are one in a million, appearing only every few hundred years. Even my senior sister’s husband, the legendary Guardian Spirit Immortal, doesn’t truly have the Pure Yang Holy Body, only sothing very similar."
Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe furrowed his brows, but caught the key point of Gu Lingxue’s words.
"You an...your senior sister’s husband is the Guardian Spirit Immortal?"
Gu Lingxue nodded, "You know about the Guardian Spirit Immortal?"
Sun Zhe said nothing, thinking of his father.
He knew that only Sun Family mbers could beco a Guardian Spirit Immortal, and if Gu Lingxue’s senior sister’s husband was one, then wouldn’t that an...
Suddenly, a bold speculation ford in his heart.
Unaware of Sun Zhe’s thoughts, Gu Lingxue said seriously, "All in all, even if you don’t beco my senior sister’s disciple, by cooperating with us, she’ll likely ensure your safety."
"..."
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