Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me

"Looking might make you lose some moisture, but it won't cost you a piece of flesh." Qiu Qingtang squatted on the ground, holding her tail as she licked her fur. "No need to be so nervous."

"No way." Mu Qingyue picked up Qiu Qingtang and placed her on her shoulder: "Can't see the ground now, can you?"

"You're showing off the coconut, aren't you? You're showing off, right?" Qiu Qingtang looked down indignantly. "Even in human form, I can't see the ground..."

"But I can let you listen."

The next words from Mu Qingyue immediately silenced Qiu Qingtang. She tilted her head, looking at Mu Qingyue's side profile: "Really?"

"Only listening." Mu Qingyue stepped toward the window of Huangyu Palace's bedchamber. "If you look, you'll get scolded."

"Fine... don't you like being scolded by Young Master Lu?"

"Shh."

Mu Qingyue made a silencing gesture, then sat beneath the window, listening to the increasingly uncontrollable sounds coming from inside.

Qiu Qingtang restrained the urge to peek in, remembering her promise to Qingyue.

But just listening to the sounds, she was satisfied; it was a big step toward the real, tantalizing curiosity!

She wagged her tail, then jumped into Mu Qingyue's lap: "Aren't you joining in?"

"In a bit～" Mu Qingyue's voice wavered slightly: "Let mother try first..."

Qiu Qingtang wagged her tail, looking at Mu Qingyue. Her "Delusional Yin Yang Path" recorded mostly such people, never in detail, but how did the aloof Sword Immortal become fond of getting 'beat'?

Was it her nature?

She stared unblinkingly into Mu Qingyue's red eyes—eyes that bore a cold arrogance, now moist and filled with an inexplicable, tender emotion in the sounds from inside the room.

Mu Qingyue telepathically said to Qiu Qingtang: "Since the first 'glance' at Junior Brother, I've felt this way."

"Why?"

Mu Qingyue smiled without a word. 'Mother' said half of her bloodline was Black Phoenix, how did she come to like such a thing?

She didn't answer but guessed one reason in her heart.

Indeed, as a branch of the Phoenix, Black Phoenixes hold noble status, revered as Divine Beasts, but ultimately, they're just a type of demon beast.

And in demon beasts, bloodline is venerated. To put it bluntly, in two words: the strong are admired.

Lower bloodlines revere higher bloodlines.

As a pureblood Black Phoenix, 'mother' thought of the Phoenix Clan's nobility, while she thought the Black Phoenix was just another demon beast.

So even though Junior Brother wasn't Demon Clan, she... simply admired him.

"Don't just smile, say something!" With no response for ages, Qiu Qingtang braced herself, glaring at Mu Qingyue: "I can't use Mind Reading Technique!"

"That's none of your business." Mu Qingyue passed a hand under the Little Pink Fox's armpit, lifting Qiu Qingtang by the neck, and parting the fur on her chest and belly with the other hand in surprise.

"What are you doing!?" Qiu Qingtang quickly grabbed her cold hand with her paws, angry and ashamed: "What are you counting!?"

"Just seeing how many to feed the babies..."

"I'm a demon beast!" Qiu Qingtang glared at Mu Qingyue: "What do you say?"

Mu Qingyue smiled slightly: "Not in human form."

"Transformation, transformation comes from humans, after all. Otherwise, demon beasts didn't even have a sense of shame originally, it's all learned from the Human Clan, no?" Qiu Qingtang rolled her eyes.

Mu Qingyue put her down: "Because the phrase 'Human Clan is the Spirit of All Things' exists, so they learn from humans?"

"I actually think the ones they truly want to imitate were the extinct Ancient Divine Race." Qiu Qingtang licked the pink fur on her paw. "After all, the Ancient Divine Race was the sole deity ruling Yunding Continent, while your Human Clan is the closest in appearance to the Ancient Divine Race."

"So, deep down, demon beasts admire the strong."

"But you're not a demon beast..."

"I'm just..."

"Hmm ph, little rascal, don't twist it～"

The sound from inside the room made Mu Qingyue press her lips together, and Qiu Qingtang reflexively wanted to jump to the window.

Twist?

Twist what?

I'm very curious!

But just as she leapt, the next second, Mu Qingyue caught her tail, pulling her back: "Don't forget what you just promised."

Qiu Qingtang's eyes dimmed slightly as she lowered herself: "Then hold onto my tail the whole time, or I really can't resist."

Mu Qingyue nodded, then leaned against the wall, her breathing growing steadily to match the accelerated rhythm inside the room.

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In the flickering candlelight of the Huangyu Palace bedchamber, Lu Jin'an held Pei Wanyu's soft waist while standing, his right hand slipping inside the bathrobe, tracing downward along the suspender found at her waist.

His fingers, slightly sweating, traced lines of moisture on Pei Wanyu's gray silk stockings, traveling from her supple waist to her plump thighs, finally reaching her waist and hips.

Then Pei Wanyu let out a low moan, voicing what she had just spoken.

"Can't help it." Lu Jin'an softly uttered, looking down at Master's flushed face. "Purple is so tasteful."

Pei Wanyu cast him a sideways glance, a shyness bubbling inside, knowing that someone sat by the window—a person and a fox.

It's one thing for that Qingyue girl, but hugging that fox spirit Qiu Qingtang, what is that about?

It made her afraid to speak loudly, lest she lose face as the Sect Master of Wandao Sect.

But she also realized something else—the gaze from her precious disciple seemed even more fervent due to her performance?

'The tense repression' seemingly... backfired?

Pei Wanyu's expression shifted, her delicate, sleek feet tightened slightly, the slippery, tender arches revealing a more enticing allure.