Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me

Qingmiao Palace, Yunqi Palace.

After nightfall, the tables inside and outside the hall were softly lit by candlelight.

Beside several volumes of folded papers on the table, a brush lay haphazardly, leaving a dark, messy mark on the neatly written pages.

The brush had been thrown down, and the person had fled into the bedroom.

On the soft bed in the bedroom, Xiao Yinruo, who had just been wearing a simple long dress after bathing, now seemed as if she had bathed again, looking fresh and alluring.

But unlike the tranquility and peace during the bath, Xiao Yinruo now exuded a beauty of ripeness and glistening sweat.

Xiao Yinruo liked quiet, so there was no birdsong or cicadas around Yunqi Palace, making her rapid breathing particularly noticeable at night.

Bang!

On the inner side of the bedroom's soft bed, a fair and delicate hand was seen pressing against the wall, leaving a moist and slender handprint.

Under the moonlight streaming through the window, a snow-white, graceful, and beautifully curved figure, partly covered in a white dress, had her long, dark hair cascading like a black waterfall, messily covering a gentle and serene face adorned with enchanting peach blossom eyes.

A cool evening breeze blew in from outside the window, a few strands of black silky hair were dampened by fragrant sweat, lying slightly morosely against the creamy, lustrous skin.

Bang.

Her other hand, somewhat with difficulty, supported herself against the wall, the tense joints showing a touch of pink, exuding a hint of cuteness amidst the sensuality.

Xiao Yinruo's peach blossom eyes were full of enchantment, her fair skin presenting a tantalizing beauty akin to collapsing snow.

With her head lowered, through her disheveled hair, she looked at the bed, her waist, with a touch of mature beauty, slightly arched, as she babbled lowly on her own.

Entrapped by Qingyue's emotions, her voice included murmurs like "Junior Brother," "Jin'an," "Master."

Only in moments of clarity would she mutter the words "this child."

"Why... it's just been one day, why..."

Xiao Yinruo's hands fell weakly, curling up, she looked at the pillow absentmindedly, unable to comprehend why Jin'an didn't show any tenderness towards Qingyue.

Clearly, Qingyue's virginity mark had just faded away not long ago... Logically speaking, isn't it a time for tenderness?

How could he torment Qingyue like this?

Xiao Yinruo didn't understand, but the only comfort she found was that tonight there were no strange pains. However, even though that feeling was gone, still...

She couldn't help but wrap her hands around her chest, wondering what this strange flowing sensation was.

Xiao Yinruo could guess a little; though she had no experience with marriage and child-rearing, she knew it was a mother's instinct to nurse an infant.

But because she guessed, she didn't dare to be sure.

Clearly, Qingyue wasn't pregnant, and obviously, it was impossible to conceive in just one day, yet why...

Some kind of spell?

Is there such a spell?

She only knew of the spells used for fighting within the Joyful Union Sect, so she didn't truly understand if this was a spell of the Joyful Union Sect.

Xiao Yinruo clenched the bed sheet, the end of her slender jade leg, untarnished by any rouge, curled the sheet into a whirlpool shape, arching her willowy waist once again in the silent night.

She noticed that she seemed to understand more and more about these matters, which gave her a sense of panic.

But the slight panic couldn't suppress the intense emotions transmitted back from Mu Qingyue.

It was like some kind of Immortal fruit, giving one a feeling of addiction.

Tasting the marrow and desiring more.

Therefore, Xiao Yinruo felt panicked, but now she didn't have much chance to panic, only the growing and all-consuming presence of 'this child.'

The long night wore on, and just before the first ray of dawn appeared, Xiao Yinruo, lying flat on the bed, raised an arm to cover her eyes, her breath gradually slowing between her lips and teeth.

With all her clothes shed, a cute drop of sweat slid from the top of her body, slowly dripping off the side onto the bed.

All the 'Empathy' feelings receded like the tide, leaving Xiao Yinruo with a tingling, achy sensation.

At this moment, Xiao Yinruo felt as if her body no longer belonged to her.

With her waist sore and legs weary, she couldn't help pressing her rosy lips tightly: "Finally..."

She lowered her arm, gazing blankly at the light silk canopy above, moving her right hand down to cover her belly.

That child... completely understands her now.

As this thought surfaced in her mind, Xiao Yinruo's cheeks became even more flushed, embarrassment mixed with anger flickering in her eyes.

What wild thoughts was she having?

He didn't even know... once she breaks through to Divine Concealment, none of this would matter, just bury it as a secret in her heart.

So, for now, there's no need to worry about such trivial matters!

Xiao Yinruo propped herself up on the bed, looking down at her legs, as if veiled with a layer of mist, the fatigue and soreness known only to her.

Then, her gaze shifted to the bedsheet, a quiet sigh escaping her lips: "Need to change it again."

After taking a deep breath, she got off the bed, bending her still slightly numb waist to pull up the sheet. Behind her, the first ray of sunlight spilled in.

As her fingers touched the sheet, a slight chill seeped into her fingertips, and Xiao Yinruo's gaze slightly narrowed.

Tonight, will that child come again?

This thought made Xiao Yinruo bite her lower lip, was it anticipation she felt, or nervousness?

"Sigh..."

A soft sigh echoed inside Yunqi Palace.

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"Hmm~"

On the bed in the bedroom of Huangyu Palace, when Pei Wanyu slowly awoke, her eyes fell upon Mu Qingyue lying face down, sleepingly revealing a slight slenderness in her back and hip curves, like undulating distant mountains.

And on her waist and hips, two legs were draped, undoubtedly the legs of Lu Jin'an.