Douluo Continent: The Ice Dragon King Martial Soul, Ma Xiaotao is Addicted

Chapter 226 Taking Down Witch Wind 2
No words were needed; the emotions had already overflowed.

Wu Feng felt her blood surging with joy, and the residual energy from the immortal herb made every inch of her skin seem to whisper.

Without any further hesitation, she suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around Ye Chen's neck, stood on tiptoe, and forcefully pressed her red lips against Ye Chen's lips.

The kiss was passionate and direct, as bold as her personality.

Ye Chen was only slightly stunned before being melted by that burning affection.

He responded obediently, his arms naturally encircling Wu Feng's youthful and energetic waist.

Wu Feng's waist was slender yet resilient, and Ye Chen could clearly feel her body trembling slightly.

Unlike Ning Tian's gentleness, Wu Feng's lips carried a wilder heat.

She seemed to want to give it her all, her tongue clumsily yet stubbornly trying to pry open Ye Chen's teeth, her breath rushing onto Ye Chen's face, mixed with a faint girlish fragrance and a wave of scalding heat.

"Ye Chen..." Taking a breath, Wu Feng's voice was slightly panting, "Thank you... I'm so happy..."

Wu Feng whispered softly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

On one hand, it was the evolution of her martial soul that made her feel unprecedented power and strength.

On the other hand, she had finally understood her own feelings and was willing to give herself completely to Ye Chen tonight.

Before this, she had often missed opportunities because of Ning Tian and her own shyness.

On the contrary, Ning Tian unknowingly brought Ye Chen home and even won Ye Chen over.

Today, she will no longer hesitate!

Wu Feng's body pressed tightly against Ye Chen's, his excitement transmitted through the thin fabric of his clothes.

Ye Chen could clearly feel the pressure from the full curves of her chest.

Today, Wu Feng is wearing a typical academy outfit that accentuates her fit and powerful physique.

Although Wu Feng had just finished training and had a very faint smell of sweat on him, this smell, mixed with Wu Feng's own body fragrance, had a special charm.

Ye Chen did not answer, but gently stroked her back with his palm, feeling through the fabric that her skin temperature was obviously higher than usual.

Ye Chen lowered his head slightly, nuzzled Wu Feng's burning cheek with the tip of his nose, and whispered in her ear, "I've told you, you're mine. I never mistreat my own people, and there will be even better ones in the future~"

His hot breath sprayed on her ear and sensitive neck, and Wu Feng couldn't help but shrink back, but then pressed herself even closer to him, letting out a whimper like a kitten.

"Really? You can't lie to me!"

The murmur of the witch wind was like a small flame, igniting Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's palm slid down her slightly sweaty back, landing at the junction of her firm waist and hips. Through the close-fitting fabric of her clothes, he could clearly trace the alluring curves.

His fingers gently kneaded her skin, causing Wu Feng to wriggle slightly in his arms.

"Ugh...you bad boy..." Wu Feng's voice carried a hint of soft reproach, but she made no attempt to push Ye Chen away.

She raised her flushed face, her burning eyes glistening with undisguised longing.

"I wish every day could be like this from now on~"

As she spoke, she kissed Ye Chen's lips again with great eagerness, this time the kiss becoming even more lingering and profound.

Her enthusiasm was like a bonfire.

Ye Chen's hands were no longer satisfied with her back and waist; they quietly slid to Wu Feng's side, tracing the curves of her body through her clothes...

"Hmm..."

Wu Feng froze for a moment, and her hand subconsciously loosened its grip on Ye Chen's neck, as if she wanted to hold down his misbehaving hand.

But halfway through the movement, she weakly placed her hand on the back of his hand, as if in silent consent, and even straightened her back slightly to meet the warmth of his palm.

Her heart was pounding loudly and rapidly, pounding against Ye Chen through her chest.

The atmosphere was heating up, and the night outside the window seemed to grow even deeper.

Ye Chen gently pushed Ye Chen to the bedside.

Wu Feng's back sank into the soft cushion, and this position made her tilt her head slightly up to look at Ye Chen above, her chest heaving more noticeably.

Her eyes were incredibly bright, burning with intense flames.

Ye Chen lowered his head and kissed her again, no longer just on her lips, but on her burning cheeks, her sensitive jawline, and then down her beautifully shaped neck, gently licking and kissing. "Giggle~ It tickles~"

Wu Feng couldn't help but let out a small, coquettish laugh; the skin on her neck was extremely sensitive.

She subconsciously turned her head, revealing a patch of even more delicate skin, but her hands gripped Ye Chen's clothes even tighter, her breathing completely out of rhythm.

Then, she slowly followed Ye Chen's wishes...

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An hour later.

The room fell completely quiet, with only the warm yellow wall lamp casting long shadows on the floor.

Wu Feng leaned against Ye Chen's chest and muttered softly, "That wretched Ning Tian... no wonder she didn't tell me... so bad... Ye Chen, you're bad too..."

"Are you ok?"

Ye Chen gently pinched Wu Feng's cheek and asked softly.

Wu Feng nodded slightly, her long eyelashes trembling like a butterfly folding its wings.

She buried her burning face in Ye Chen's chest, gently nuzzling him, and whimpered softly, "Tired...you're bullying me..."

Her voice carried a distinctly coquettish tone, no longer displaying her previous wild and untamed nature.

Ye Chen chuckled, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her completely into his embrace, pressing her back against his chest.

Wu Feng immediately relaxed his body, as if he had found the most comfortable harbor.

Ye Chen rested his chin on her fair, rounded shoulder, feeling her still slightly elevated body temperature and regular breathing.

I gently inhaled the unique scent emanating from Wu Feng, mixed with the faint smell of sweat.

It has to be said, offensive types are really good.

Moreover, Wu Feng possesses a dragon-type martial soul, making his physical attributes far superior to Ning Tian's.

Yes, the experience is completely different from Ning Tian's.

Although he is far inferior to strong individuals like Ma Xiaotao, Zhang Lexuan, and Ling Luochen, he is far superior to a weak support-type like Ning Tian.

In addition, Ye Chen also possesses a Dragon Clan Martial Soul. Although ice and fire are mutually exclusive, their bloodlines are similar, and Ye Chen particularly likes the scent emanating from Wu Feng.

Ye Chen lowered his head and kissed her eyes, then slid his kiss down to her lips, which were still warm from the kiss. This time, the kiss was gentle and lingering, full of tenderness and affection.

After the kiss ended, Ye Chen held her in his arms and asked softly, "Are you hungry? Shall we go out and get something to eat?"

Although Wu Feng looked tired, he was far from reaching his limit and was still able to go out and have fun.

Wu Feng immediately pressed her face against his chest, hugging him even tighter: "No, just like this... a little longer..."

She now only wanted to greedily savor this hard-won tenderness, and didn't want to leave this sense of security and satisfaction that she cherished.

Ye Chen chuckled softly, said nothing more, and simply held her even tighter.

The small private room became a warm love nest, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city, while the city lights and noise outside the window became a distant backdrop.

At this moment, Wu Feng was no longer the fiery and warlike young girl, but a young woman who was just beginning to experience love.

Of course, for Wu Feng, this was a rare opportunity to be alone with Ye Chen.

After all, Ning Tian is always by his side.

This time, it truly was just the two of them, Ye Chen and herself.

(End of this chapter)