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"Ah—" Hearing a piercing scream from the neighboring courtyard, Nian Xin glanced at the rising sun and let out a sigh of relief; the missing person from last night had been found.
Feng Changqing, who had been kicked out of bed, smiled gently at her. As he elegantly rose, his azure robe slipped, revealing a tantalizing shoulder. "Madam, are you awake?"
The scene left Liu Xueqing, still in shock, momentarily distracted as she marveled at how someone could roll out of bed so gracefully. What remarkable skills!
Liu Xueqing's eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape, her face filled with astonishment.
Feng Changqing made no effort to adjust his clothing as he walked back to the bedside, looking into her dazed eyes. "Madam, are you feeling confused right now?"
Liu Xueqing rolled her eyes in annoyance and glared back at him.
Confused? She was contemplating whether she had been seduced!
Feng Changqing sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on her head. "Madam, you now have two choices: one, take responsibility for me; or two, I will take responsibility for you."
Her annoyed gaze turned to anger as she reached out to tug at his ear, shouting, "Who said I would take responsibility for you! A little sleep won't lead to pregnancy!"
She pulled hard on Feng Changqing's ear, leaning forward.
Feng Changqing glanced around before softly saying, "Madam, you're touching me again. Haven't you had enough last night?"
Liu Xueqing recoiled and immediately released her grip. "Feng Changqing, can you be any more shameless?" She quickly shifted backward to lean against the headboard.
Though she said that, her heart began to race, not knowing if it was shyness or the thrill of the moment. It felt as if she had truly fallen asleep.
“Dare!” The word came out firmly.
In this battle of wits, who was more shameless? She knew her skills were lacking and felt a sense of inferiority.
Just as she was about to change her strategy, he unexpectedly followed through on his words, shedding his clothes and diving under the covers.
“What are you doing?” Liu Xueqing exclaimed, startled, only to meet his lips poised for action. “Mmm…”
Feng Changqing kissed her with varying intensity, sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful, until he finally released her.
Liu Xueqing was first taken aback, then felt weak, and ultimately succumbed to his skilled teasing. She was lost in a haze, unsure of what to do.
Feng Changqing placed one hand on her waist while the other propped up the blanket, suddenly enveloping their bodies together.
Finally regaining her senses, Liu Xueqing shouted from beneath the covers, “Feng Changqing, let me go! I’ll find you a hundred beauties, stunning beauties… Ah…”
“I don’t want that.”
“Your hand—where is your hand going?”
“What are you afraid of? A little touch won’t get you pregnant.”
People tend to develop habits, and once they become accustomed to a certain thing or a person's behavior, they often find it hard to let go.
It is precisely because he understood this psychology so well that Feng Changqing became increasingly bold, frequently launching nighttime visits.
As the saying goes, familiarity breeds comfort; after the first encounter, the second one becomes inevitable.
At first, Liu Xueqing resisted fiercely, but eventually, she grew too weary to fight back, and later still, she seemed to even enjoy it.
Liu Xueqing felt deeply that she had fallen from grace.
She longed for a moment when she could feel like she had been bitten by a dog, or even if she could just bite someone herself; perhaps it was all just a spring dream, and upon waking, they would return to their own rooms and seek their own mothers.
But if Feng Changqing were willing to grant her wishes, he would no longer be Feng Changqing.
In his own words, as a member of the demonic sect, how could he do what the righteous path does? If the righteous path is beastly, then he must be even more beastly.
Thus, appearing before her every day to remind her of their once-passionate encounters became his daily task, leading Liu Xueqing to develop the habit of praying fervently.
Consequently, those disciples sweeping the floors or watering the flowers often witnessed Madam Leader holding her prayer beads and murmuring: “Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, drive away that Feng Changqing!”
As Liu Xueqing twisted the prayer beads in her hands, her brow furrowed in seriousness as she chanted.
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