The little female is incredibly sweet and soft, healing the five evil beasts right from the start.

Chapter 105 Touch
Under the incandescent light.

Zhao Ci's deep red eyes were filled with emotion, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his purple-gold eyes, shimmering with a watery brilliance, stared at Jiang Mian. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his slender index finger gently hooked Jiang Mian's little finger, slowly and tentatively pulling and tugging at it. His voice was soft and husky: "Mistress, may I touch your wings?"

Jiang Mian's cheeks flushed slightly, her fingers tingled, and her heart raced.

His index finger hooked around her little finger, and he had already pulled her hand halfway down the road.

Jiang Mian couldn't bear to refuse this gentle, cautious, and slow probing pull.

He simply hooked her little finger with one finger, giving her the opportunity to pull her hand back or extend it along with the force of his finger.

Actually, Jiang Mian didn't really like touching butterfly wings. She liked their beauty, enjoyed admiring their charm, and couldn't help but be attracted by their splendor, but when they landed in her palm, they felt like powder.

The sticky powder felt like it clung to my palms, and even after washing it off, it left a slippery residue.

But Jiang Mian couldn't refuse Zhao Ci's charming and alluring appearance, which made him seem like a femme fatale.

Jiang Mian's finger was eventually hooked and landed on the butterfly wings behind him. As soon as his fingertip touched them, he could feel the gentle trembling of the butterfly wings.

It slowly began to tremble as her fingers touched it lightly.

The fragrance of flowers and fruits wafted from behind him, and the butterfly wings gradually became more and more glittery, sticking to Jiang Mian's fingers.

Jiang Mian's fingers gently traced the curve of the butterfly's wings, until they reached the base of the wings. She felt the scorching heat of the wings transfer to her palm, and she also felt the sticky powder on her hands sink into her slender fingers.

Zhao Ci couldn't help but slightly arch her tense back, slowly tilting her head towards Jiang Mian's shoulder. After a while, her head gently rested on Jiang Mian's shoulder as if powerless, and the butterfly wings behind her fluttered and trembled with Jiang Mian's caress.

Soft strands of hair brushed past Jiang Mian's ears, carrying a slightly cool, tingling sensation.

He suppressed his low, hoarse breathing, and the hot breath he exhaled brushed against her ear like sparks, leaving her feeling scorched.

"Why is there more glitter the more I touch it?" Jiang Mian's ears were already turning red.

Zhao Ciyi's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were flushed red, her purple-gold eyes were dazzlingly bright, and she was filled with deep emotions. Her thin eyelids were half drooping, her lips were more moist, and her cheeks were flushed. Her whole gorgeous face became even more radiant, like a seductive fairy.

“Yes, that’s how the butterfly beastmen are.” Zhao Ci responded softly, his voice extremely slow and tender.

Jiang Mian paused slightly as the increasingly rich floral and fruity fragrance wafted over, making her body feel hot and her throat seem to become parched.

Zhao Ci seemed to notice her pausing. His deep, dark purple-gold eyes suppressed his desire to mate. He gently nuzzled Jiang Mian's neck and spoke in a submissive tone, "Mistress, can I touch you one more time?"

Jiang Mian's heart was racing, and her head was spinning. Subconsciously, her fingers gently stroked the butterfly's wings again.

He didn't even realize when Zhao Ci had already wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

"I really like the imperial edict..."

The imperial edict's slightly heavy breathing brushed past Jiang Mian's ears.

Jiang Mian felt her heart was about to overload, her mind was dizzy, yet her consciousness was also unusually excited and clear.

A long, slender, reddish hand gently stroked her delicate back through her clothes, causing Jiang Mian's spine to tremble slightly. Zhao Ci's alluring, low voice rang out again: "My lady, butterfly beastmen express affection by stroking each other's wings. Zhao Ci also wishes to express his affection for you, my lady..."

He seems to be unable to resist seducing her into doing more intimate things with him now.

Jiang Mian's eyes and brows were slightly red. Her hands, covered in sticky powder, gently grasped Zhao Ci's wrist. Her voice seemed to tremble slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm: "Zhao Ci, that's enough. I want to rest."

However, the seduction seems to have failed.

A flicker of unquenchable desire flashed in Zhao Ci's bloodshot eyes, but he quickly lowered his brows slightly to conceal the turbulent emotions churning within them.

"Okay." He slowly released Jiang Mian, and gently encircled her wrist with his other hand. His gaze fell on the woman's slender fingers, which were covered with his butterfly gold powder, and were now shimmering faintly. The skin on her fingertips was slightly red, redder than the rest of her hand.

The emperor's throat tightened slightly, and his gaze became deep and dark.

But the hand quickly slipped from his palm.

His gaze faltered slightly, as if he hadn't quite grasped the situation.

Jiang Mian quickly stood up: "I, I'm going back to my room to rest!"

As Zhao Ci watched Jiang Mian's departing figure, his eyes darkened. His seduction had failed; it seemed he still needed to practice.

He used to scoff at those who accused him of seducing people, but now he's learning frame by frame how to seduce someone.

She liked his face, and seemed to like his butterfly wings too...

Beautiful butterfly wings are meant to attract the opposite sex, and he was glad that Jiang Mian liked his purple-gold butterfly wings.

After Jiang Mian returned to her room, she leaned against the door, closed her eyes, and then suddenly covered her face with her hands, burying her face in her palms. The rich and fragrant floral and fruity scent wafted from her palms, making her face even redder.

She's such a coward!

Jiang Mian was completely captivated by Zhao Ci, her mind wandering, but when his hand touched her back, sending a strange, tingling electric sensation through her, she chickened out. She pretended not to be scared and said she wanted to rest.

Jiang Mian comforted herself, thinking that she just wanted to nurture their relationship a little longer and didn't want to get too intimate so quickly.

She recovered quickly and quietly went back to the shower room to wash her hands.

She thought Zhao Ci had already returned to his room, but as soon as she turned on the tap, she heard footsteps behind her. Zhao Ci's tall figure stood behind her, and he gently grasped her gold-powder-stained hands with his arms around her, and said softly, "You've dirtied the Mistress's hands. Zhao Ci will wash them clean for you."

Jiang Mian paused for a moment, but did not refuse.

Zhao Ci noticed that there was also shimmering powder on her face, and for some reason, he felt very happy, as if his mark had been branded on her.

In fact, after a beastman truly loves his female master after they become mates, a corresponding beast mark will appear on the female master's body. It will not appear normally, but it will appear when she is intimate with the corresponding beastman.

Family, the next chapter is going to be in the dark room (╥╯﹏╰╥)

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