Hundred Flowers Sect at night…
Starry sky glittered, crescent moon hung cold, silver light bathing countless petals—scene poetic beyond words.
By the crystal pond, a peerless beauty wore only a thin cloak, jade skin teasingly visible. Red bikini peeked through… Hundred Flowers was women-only—she dressed freely.
Raven hair cascaded over shoulders, bare feet dipped in water, eyes distant, lost in silence.
Pond reflected her—more stunning than ever.
Long since she'd indulged this habit. Always alone here before… yet now, something missing—hard to name.
Pat… pat…
Soft footsteps. A figure sat beside, strong arms gently encircling her willow waist. Warm voice at her ear:
"Feng Er, you often alone like this?"
Hua Yu Feng stiffened—then melted. The emptiness vanished. She shifted, nestling into his chest, skin touching through thin fabric…
"Most Hundred Flowers disciples are orphans. When Master secluded, I'd meditate here—peaceful," she breathed, usual pride hidden, loneliness surfacing.
"Solitude has its place—but I won't let you taste loneliness again!" Lan An stroked fragrant hair, each strand silky in his fingers.
Warmth flowed. She changed topic:
"Where's Ruo Xue? Why come to me instead?"
"All my wives—anytime, anywhere," he countered, lifting her onto his lap, feeling firm curves—claiming.
"Pfft—who's your wife?" She rolled eyes, cheeks blooming—stars dimmed.
"Master and Sect Leader agreed—still deny?" He spun her to face him, grinning.
"Ceremonies pending…" She huffed. From Blood Spirit Sect, night fell—tomorrow, formal proposal.
Yet he'd come tonight—slaying her solitude.
"Don't care—you're mine!" Rogue mode. He kissed her smooth forehead.
Fragrance flooded. Skin silky—breath heated.
Her body warmed. His lips trailed—forehead, nose, cheeks—lashes fluttering.
As expected—hot lips met hers. Four lips brushed, caressed.
He gazed at half-lidded phoenix eyes, savoring sweet lips—gentle, then probing. Tongue met pearly teeth…
Wet warmth invaded—she trembled, heart racing, overwhelmed. Teeth parted.
Like a serpent, he claimed her clove-sweet tongue—gentle to fervent, savoring…
World turned pink. Slender arms clutched his waist—safe. Saliva exchanged—hers floral, his masculine…
By the pond—lovers lost in sweetest nectar.
Breath ragged, he pressed her onto flower-strewn bank, body atop…
Sensing speech, he parted swollen lips, doting gaze.
"Little Nam—I'm not ready… don't devour me!" She panted, chest heaving—eyes watery, annoyed, shy.
Too fast—she'd yielded…
"Darling—moonlit, romantic, sky blanket, earth bed—I want to love you!" He tore her cloak.
She shivered—words, actions. Arms shielded breasts, biting lip: "Tyrant…"
Eyes full of love: "How else to win proud beauty like you? Leaving for training—who knows when back? Miss this—regret forever!"
Heart quaked. Love fresh—she'd prepared to give herself. Honeymoon phase…
Too long apart?
Decision made—she loved boldly. Jade hands reached his back—unclasping…
Lan An inwardly cheered—green light. Hesitate? Fool.
"Mmm… gentle…"
She moaned…
Blood flower bloomed in night. Time lost…
Lan An sighed—sated. Lay beside pond, cradling her.
Hua Yu Feng smiled blissfully, eyes closed—afterglow.
Caresses lingered. Suddenly—another snowy arm hugged from behind, mature breasts pressed to his back…
He knew—pinched the hand fondly.
Yan Ruo Xue appeared secretly, lips near, voice sultry:
"Good things—why not invite me?"
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