Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 264 Red Palms Part the Clear Waves

Lu Xingzhou slurped down his cold porridge, while Ye Tinglan sat beside him, propping her rosy cheeks up as she watched him.

Qingli said he was handsome.

It seems that the idea that practitioners are not attached to superficial appearances is unreliable, at least for most people's current practice.

He is indeed handsome; even the way he drinks porridge makes one's eyes crinkle into crescents.

The so-called "red powder skull" seems to be an important warning to all the deities, since we are still far from being connected with them and are inevitably affected.

The Holy Lord has found himself an excellent way out.

The reason why things didn't cause a ripple in the past was that many people appeared glamorous on the surface but were actually incompetent inside, or like Gu Zhanting, everyone's thoughts were completely different.

Good-looking, not vain, and compatible on a brainwave level—regardless of gender, such people are truly a rare resource. If you find one, cherish her.

Lu Xingzhou put down his bowl and gave Ye Tinglan a strange look.

Ye Tinglan suddenly realized something, looked away from the sky, and her face flushed slightly.

Lu Xingzhou felt a slight stirring in his heart and quietly reached out to take her hand.

Ye Tinglan did not struggle.

Lu Xingzhou wondered why this gentleman seemed to have become more open-minded after being exposed by the little white-haired boy... Even though he considered himself clever, he wouldn't have dared to guess this development a moment ago... He thought it was going to fall apart, but it turned out to be the catalyst that made this gentleman more detached?
He tried saying, "I'm a little tired and want to rest."

That's true, he's still injured and his emotions were fluctuating today, which made him feel particularly weak and sleepy now that he's not busy.

Ye Tinglan could tell he was truly exhausted, so she got up and helped him up, saying, "If you're tired, just rest. Do you really need to report this?"

Lu Xingzhou wasn't there to report anything, but simply to snuggle in his teacher's sweet and soft embrace.

Ye Tinglan knew he was just trying to take advantage of her, but she didn't really feel anything. This kind of physical contact and support was so common now, it was like her left hand touching her right—what was there to take advantage of?

After helping him to the bed, Ye Tinglan wanted to leave, but felt her waist being held tightly. Lu Xingzhou looked at her pitifully and wouldn't let her go: "Stay with me for a while."

Ye Tinglan couldn't resist his slightly aggrieved and expectant expression, and her heart immediately softened. She rubbed his head and said, "Okay, okay, I didn't leave."

Lu Xingzhou took the opportunity to snuggle closer to her, and he could almost touch her magnificent softness.

After a short while, I fell asleep comfortably.

Ye Tinglan sat on the headboard, watching him curl up on her shoulder and fast asleep. She affectionately pinched his nose, then sat there for a while, feeling a little bored. She took out the little erotic storybook and started reading.

Originally, I just wanted to pass the time, but as I read on, I started to regret it a little. Being in bed with a man like that was already too ambiguous, and after reading only a few of these erotic descriptions, I started to feel aroused and hot.

In a daze, she recalled the time when she was poisoned by the dragon's blood. Her only instinctive desire was to snuggle in the man's arms and kiss him freely. When he kissed her bare shoulder, she not only did not resist, but also secretly hoped that he would go deeper and touch some more sensitive places...

The desire between men and women is human nature, and it is difficult to eradicate no matter how much one cultivates oneself.

Otherwise, if the ancient immortals were said to have cultivated to the point of being detached from emotions and nature, why would they also have methods for experiencing joy?

Ye Tinglan glanced at the little puppy in her arms; he was sleeping soundly.

Ye Tinglan's throat bobbed slightly as she recalled how she had taken advantage of him while he was asleep that day... Anyway, he was asleep and didn't know.

Once a thought arises, it cannot be suppressed.

Unconsciously, Ye Tinglan leaned in and kissed his cheek lightly before quickly pulling away as if electrocuted. Seeing that he was still asleep and unresponsive, she became bolder and leaned in again, touching the corner of his lips.

He paused slightly, then kissed her anyway.

This time, the experience of administering the medicine was more complete than the previous one; I carefully savored what it felt like.

Actually, I didn't feel anything, except my heart was beating really fast. I felt like I was switching back and forth between the Holy Lord of Tianyao and that shameless stinky woman. In the end, I settled on "What's wrong with playing with a little puppy?", "I wouldn't say anything to the Demon Emperor even if she did this", "Qingli supports it"... and then I completely let go of my inhibitions.

No wonder some people describe it as a forbidden fruit.

I am not deceived.

My mind was in such a mess that I forgot the most fundamental question—last time Lu Xingzhou was unconscious, he felt something but couldn't wake up, but this time he was just sleeping normally, so being messed with like this would wake him up!

Lu Xingzhou was woken up by a kiss.

Before he even opened his eyes, Lu Xingzhou knew what had happened. This was the second time this man had stolen a kiss from him... Last time he said it was to feed him medicine. Although feeding medicine didn't require using his mouth at all, at least he had an excuse. What excuse was he using this time?

There's no excuse; she's just emotionally attracted and lustful.

She truly lives up to her reputation as Yuan Muyu's older sister; in some ways, they really do resemble each other... Not only do they resemble each other, but Ye Tinglan, who has suppressed her emotions for many years, is sometimes even more insane than Yuan Muyu.

Yuan Muyu would only reach out and touch Xiaozhou's face while he was asleep to see what it looked like; she would never steal a kiss on the lips.

Well, it's hard to say who's crazier...

Ye Tinglan was hesitating.

The feeling of pushing the pill in earlier seemed different from the simple touch of lips. But what if it involved separating the teeth? Would it wake him up? Just as she was hesitating, she suddenly felt something knocking on the door. Almost instinctively, Ye Tinglan separated her teeth, and her first reaction was surprise.

So sensible! It knows what I want even when it's asleep!
My second reaction was a sudden realization: Oh no, could he have woken up?

The next moment, I felt dizzy and my mind exploded, all my thoughts were swept away.

So this is what a real kiss is like: it's neither a fleeting brush when you're consuming elixirs, nor a mere dainty kiss on the lips.

There was some kind of tremor that spread from the mouth to the heart, causing the soul to tremble in a state of confusion.

She tried to escape, but her neck was held tightly. She wanted to use force, but she was afraid of hurting the young man. In the end, she acted like an ordinary person without any cultivation, pounding her small fists on his chest, but the pounding became weaker and weaker.

Then the world spun around her, and he pinned her down, kissing her wantonly.

Ye Tinglan was stunned for a long time before she gradually regained her senses. She gently bit him with her pearly teeth.

Lu Xingzhou winced in pain and separated slightly. The two men, panting, faced each other, their desire clearly visible in each other's eyes.

"You... how dare you..." Ye Tinglan said weakly, without even a hint of confidence in her voice.

It seems like I kissed him first.

He quickly found another excuse for himself: "So what if I teased you? How dare you rebel against the Heavenly Gang!"

Lu Xingzhou was secretly pleased, but did not object. He simply whispered in her ear, "Since you desire it, Master, I will gladly oblige..."

Ye Tinglan's face turned bright red as she finally understood how he felt when she had teased him in the ear.

It was a tingling, itchy sensation that spread from my ears to my heart, and the little bit of thought that had just gathered dissipated again.

In Lu Xingzhou's eyes, those small, crystal-clear earlobes visibly turned bright red, looking extremely cute.

He couldn't help but give her a light kiss, and Ye Tinglan beneath him trembled, tensing up completely.

The voice was practically forced out through clenched teeth: "I...I don't want it, please, please don't be ridiculous..."

Lu Xingzhou mumbled indistinctly, his earlobe still in his mouth, "If you didn't want it, why did you steal a kiss from me..."

"No, I..." Ye Tinglan tensed up, trying to find an excuse but her thoughts were scattered and she couldn't organize her words at all.

Lu Xingzhou kissed her from her ear to her neck again. Ye Tinglan subconsciously shrank her shoulders, but her eyes were unfocused as she stared at the ceiling. She never thought of kicking this bastard off the stage.

I'm also asking myself, do I really want this?
If you don't want to, why steal a kiss from him?

But I only ever wanted to play with the little puppy, I never imagined being pinned down and chewed on by the little wolf...

Turn Tiangang upside down! Turn Tiangang upside down!

The sensation on her neck was even more intense than the kiss on her shoulder by the Black Serpent that day. Ye Tinglan felt that if this continued, something serious was about to happen, and finally couldn't help but grit her teeth and order, "Get...get off..."

Lu Xingzhou refused to leave, his lips moving closer to hers, his voice seductive: "Don't overthink it, your disciple will serve you..."

"I don't need to take..." Before he could finish speaking, his lips covered hers again, silencing her completely.

Ye Tinglan opened her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking, why she still took the initiative to part her teeth and welcome his entanglement.

Putting everything else aside, it is indeed comfortable.

There was a faint chord in my heart that was about to snap... I've already been caught stealing a kiss, so let's just kiss openly then. What else is there to pretend about?

Having spent half my life on the battlefield, what's wrong with enjoying myself a bit?
Unbeknownst to her, the hand that had been resisting against his chest slowly loosened and gently wrapped around his waist.

This was undoubtedly the biggest signal, and Lu Xingzhou finally dared to make a move, moving his hand down her arm from where he had been supporting her shoulder.

Then she moved to her waist, gradually stirring the side of the clear water.

That was my greatest wish all these days, and it finally came true in one day.

But a line of poetry inexplicably popped into my head... If the little white hair was green before, then is this called "red palms stirring clear waves"?
Or is this under the guise of "the disciple serves the teacher when he is in trouble," which is called fueling the fire?
"No..." Ye Tinglan mustered a little strength and pushed him away slightly, panting as she said, "That's too much..."

Because of this absurd thought, Lu Xingzhou calmed down considerably. Knowing that if this continued, the gentleman might really lose his composure, he stopped and said in a low voice, "Hmm, I won't move."

Even though everything was still under control, Ye Tinglan felt a sense of relief, as if "it's finally over," and her whole body felt limp and powerless, like someone who had just finished a battle with Chaopin.

The air was quiet for a moment. As they looked at each other, they could see the desire and a little struggle flickering in each other's eyes.

"No matter what I say, I am still your husband." Ye Tinglan said weakly, "I have already made a mistake, and I cannot make another one."

“But sir…” Lu Xingzhou said in a low voice, “Aren’t you more comfortable now than before, hiding and sneaking around? Ask yourself, what do you really want?”

Ye Tinglan stared blankly into his eyes, remaining silent for a long time.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: I'm being interrogated again.
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