Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me

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The sound echoed in the spacious cave mansion.

Qingyue hung suspended with her arms crossed, head lowered, her slightly closed eyes trembled softly. Silvery white hair cascaded in disarray over her shoulders, chest.

In this state where her Spiritual Power, Soul Power, and sight were all blocked, Qingyue's delicate body, no different from an ordinary person, was soaked in sweat. She suddenly tilted her head back with a flush, showing a fractured beauty.

Her ruby-like eyes opened wide, and a misty haze filled her gaze.

Qingyue wanted to tiptoe, but no matter how much she strained her arches, she couldn't manage it.

She was intimately familiar with her place of retreat, and thus clearly knew her toes were only three centimeters above the ground, yet no matter how she tried, she couldn't cross this short distance.

The height, controlled perfectly by her Junior Brother.

The Junior Brother truly excelled at this kind of thing!

'I want to... but I can't show weakness now!'

Qingyue moved her wrist; the sound of chains clinked clearly in the open air of the cave mansion.

Especially the clanking sound of handcuffs rubbing together, like a symphony playing.

Lu Jin'an watched Qingyue's reactions, yet hesitated not.

Because this was his retaliation against Qingyue, if not for their Master's help, it would be himself hanging here now.

Since Senior Sister schemed first, then for him to take her 'defeated' self to task... is thoroughly reasonable!

Otherwise, with her nature, she would retaliate just like Nanzhi whenever given the chance.

So this is something that must be changed.

Lu Jin'an slightly raised his head to watch Qingyue's expression. After half a candle, Senior Sister was already at the brink of collapse, after all, the Candle Tears contained substantial medicine.

Yet her expression seemed not only tormented but carried an indescribable subtlety.

And this subtlety, paired with her silver hair and red eyes, presented a proud, humiliated, broken beauty.

Lu Jin'an felt himself also at the brink of succumbing to this temptation, but he nonetheless spoke slowly: "Senior Sister, you seem to be enjoying this a bit."

Qingyue's voice paused slightly, her alabaster forehead drenched with sweat, strands of silver hair stuck to her cheeks, outlining a haunting beauty,

"You added something inside, otherwise it wouldn't be like this!"

"Indeed, but your reaction seems to enjoy it, besides as long as the means work."

Lu Jin'an spoke lightly: "Moreover, it was all your own preparations, now that I use them, you find it excessive, isn't it funny?"

"What's more, you indeed wish to get close to me right now."

Qingyue bit her lip lightly, suppressing the urge to move closer to Lu Jin'an.

"Let's continue." Lu Jin'an held up her delicate foot: "I noticed just now, Senior Sister, your foot's reaction is quite good."

"No, don't..."

All of Qingyue's protests turned into a stream during spring, but at this moment Lu Jin'an quickly reached out to press the acupoints around her navel, halting her impulse.

And so it repeated.

"Shameless!" The neither up nor down Qingyue glared at Lu Jin'an, teeth clenched.

"All you have now is stubborn pride." Lu Jin'an said indifferently: "Your body is honest, I've curbed your impulsive desires four times now."

"Don't think this way I would concede! You..."

Lu Jin'an continued unhurriedly: "Why don't we play a game.

Next, I won't press your acupoints, as long as you endure until then, I'll let you go today, how about that?"

Qingyue seemed to tremble with humiliation, slightly parted her lips, faltered in speech and then bit her lip.

Nothing could compare to the beauty of a high and cold face presenting humiliation and a hint of grievance.

"I'll take that as your consent, the game begins."

Lu Jin'an smiled slightly: "Speaking of which, your mouth was so stubborn just now, but it took only a single candle, Senior Sister, seems we won't need any other tricks today."

"All you can do is verbally humiliate me!"

"If I don't humiliate you, do I need to show you pity?" Lu Jin'an snorted coldly: "I never would have imagined you always harbored such excessive notions..."

He took a deep breath: "Though this isn't considered betrayal, this profound affection of yours, as your Junior Brother, I find it hard to bear, conversely...

I think you might actually be the one to bear it."

"Enough said, Senior Sister, good luck."

Lu Jin'an readjusted his mood, looking at Qingyue before him.

From her scented shoulders to her slender waist, the graceful curves seemed hewn by nature, her skin smooth and delicate as the finest mutton-fat jade, glowing translucent.

From the grain-sized dark mole on her chest to the navel like a pearl, they exuded her unique charm.

But this charm now seemed haunting.

'This is all self-inflicted.'

Lu Jin'an lowered his gaze slightly, Senior Sister, after all, was the daughter of Master in name, and he indeed liked her... Unfortunately, unlike Nanzhi, Senior Sister had to be trained to obey, not swayed by affection.

With that thought, he raised his other hand to fan beneath Senior Sister's arm, Qingyue groaned softly, though blindfolded, she felt her vivacity.

"Senior Sister, let us play slowly."

Sunrise and sunset.

At this moment Lu Jin'an had already bent over to hold her left leg, caressing her tender skin like a feather gliding over, then raised the fair foot into his hand.

His wrist rested against her smooth heel, palm slowly fitting against her powdery soft arch, the tip of his middle finger just surpassing her round, slender toes, just a light grasp away from enveloping the snowy foot entirely in his palm.