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

"Hmm... No, that won't do. I can't let my brother and grandpa see you..." Meng Hongchen shook her little head and muttered softly.

She and Ye Chen were secretly dating. If her grandfather and brother found out, they would definitely scold her severely.

Although Meng Hongchen was dizzy, she had not completely lost consciousness.

As she spoke, she gently broke free from Ye Chen's embrace, trying to sit up.

"oops……"

However, Meng Hongchen was already dizzy and unsteady on her feet. As soon as she stood up, she tripped over her own feet and fell straight towards Ye Chen.

"Be careful."

Ye Chen reacted quickly and pulled Meng Hongchen back.

Although Meng Hongchen is a Soul King, he won't be seriously injured even if he falls, but he will definitely look very disheveled.

Ye Chen would definitely not let such a thing happen.

"ah!"

Meng Hongchen was pulled back by Ye Chen and fell into his arms again.

Ye Chen's left hand, which was supporting Meng Hongchen, was completely submerged inside her skirt, resting on her smooth, silky panties, which, well, were trimmed with lace...

"Well……"

Meng Hongchen let out a sob, her head spinning, and at the same time she felt the warmth coming from her own bottom, her mind going completely blank.

The blood flow in his body suddenly accelerated, and the effects of the alcohol instantly took hold, making Meng Hongchen dizzy and disoriented.

IQ -9999, courage +99999
"Are you okay?"

Ye Chen asked with concern.

He sensed that Meng Hongchen wasn't quite right in the moment...

"gourmet food……"

Meng Hongchen leaned against Ye Chen's chest, her hands resting on his chest.

She tilted her head slightly, her icy blue eyes misty with intoxication, making them even more shimmering and captivating.

She looked at Ye Chen, tilted her head slightly, and suddenly smiled, "Brother Ye Chen... you really... are so charming..."

Meng Hongchen's voice was soft and gentle, as if it were held in her mouth, with a sweet, nasal tone.

Her eyes grew increasingly hazy, almost overflowing with moisture, filled with undisguised infatuation.

She felt Ye Chen's body temperature burning her through her clothes, and that solid sense of security made her even more unrestrained, involuntarily moving her body forward a little more.

"Xiaomeng, you're drunk."

Ye Chen subconsciously leaned back and gently pinched Meng Hongchen's cheek, which was soft and hot.

Meng Hongchen ignored it and still came closer.

"Brother Ye Chen, don't you think we're really destined for each other... You're an ice-attribute soul master, and so am I, and we're both soul masters, and we even seem to be around the same age..."

As Meng Hongchen spoke, her gaze remained fixed on Ye Chen's face.

She tilted her head and slowly moved closer to Ye Chen's lips.

Ye Chen watched clearly as those glistening red lips gradually magnified before his eyes.

The girl's unique fragrance mingled with the mellow aroma of wine wafted towards us.

next moment.

Four lips, each carrying its own warmth and anticipation, gently touched together.

"Well……"

Meng Hongchen let out an extremely faint nasal sound.

The touch was softer than she had imagined, carrying Ye Chen's unique, cool aura, instantly igniting all her senses.

This fleeting touch, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirred up huge ripples in the hearts of the two.

Ye Chen felt a surge of excitement at the soft touch and the girl's sweet scent. Almost instinctively, he tightened his grip on Meng Hongchen's waist, pulling her closer into his arms and taking the initiative.

Ye Chen slightly opened his mouth, took Meng Hongchen's soft lower lip into his mouth, and gently sucked on it.

"Um……"

Meng Hongchen's body trembled violently, as if struck by an electric current, and she let out an even sweeter whimper.

Her mind went blank for a moment, all her thoughts overwhelmed by the unfamiliar and intense stimulation coming from her lips.

She instinctively wanted to respond, but was too clumsy to know what to do, and could only passively endure this sudden domineering attitude.

Ye Chen's kissing skills were clearly much more proficient than hers.

He patiently guided her, his tongue, warm and fragrant with wine, gently prying open her slightly parted teeth in surprise...

When Ye Chen's tongue touched the tip of her small, fragrant tongue, Meng Hongchen's body trembled violently.

Her icy blue eyes widened instantly, the effects of the alcohol slightly dissipating, her eyes filled with shyness and a tingling sensation she had never experienced before.

She felt as if her soul was being sucked away by this scalding intrusion, and all the strength in her body seemed to be drained in an instant. She could only lean helplessly against Ye Chen's firm chest, letting him do as he pleased.

Ye Chen's hand unconsciously caressed her slender waist, feeling the warmth of her skin and the amazing softness of her waist through the thin silver-white dress fabric.

The delicate touch was like the finest silk, making him unable to put it down.

Ye Chen's kisses grew increasingly passionate.

It is no longer simply about plunder, but rather carries a sense of exploration and savoring.

He chased after her shy, evasive tongue, gently sucking the sweet saliva mixed with the aroma of wine from her mouth.

Each touch of the tongue sent a shiver through Meng Hongchen's body.

Ye Chen's hand seemed no longer content to remain on her waist, but slowly moved downwards.

The two embraced almost without any gap between them, and through the thin dress and delicate white over-the-knee stockings, he could clearly feel the amazing elasticity and fleshiness.

Because the dress was already quite short, and given her current posture of sitting on the sofa and leaning against him, the skirt gathered even higher around her hips.

Ye Chen's palm was almost directly pressed against the highest point of the buttocks covered by stockings and the lace transition zone at the edge of the skirt.

"Uh... um..."

Meng Hongchen let out a soft nasal sound. She felt like she was about to suffocate, not because of lack of oxygen, but because the overwhelming sensory impact had completely shut down her brain.

The soft touch of their lips together carried a hint of sweetness from the wine, along with Ye Chen's unique scent, domineering yet gentle, overwhelming all of Meng Hongchen's senses.

At this moment, Meng Hongchen was like a pool of melting spring water, completely limp in Ye Chen's arms.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only their intertwined breaths and thunderous heartbeats.

It's unclear how much time passed—perhaps just a few breaths, or perhaps as long as a century—before the two slowly parted ways.

A cool night breeze drifted in from the window, brushing against Meng Hongchen's burning cheeks, making her muddled thoughts jolted as if thrown into ice water.

"Um...we..."

The intense emotional turmoil receded like the tide, and reason regained its footing, finally bringing her to a more level of clarity.

Looking at Ye Chen's face so close to hers, fragments of memories buzzed and collided wildly in her mind like a disturbed swarm of bees.

Meng Hongchen subconsciously raised her hand to cover her lips, where Ye Chen's warmth and touch still lingered, making her flustered and so embarrassed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"what happened?"

Ye Chen asked with a smile.

"Brother Ye Chen...you..."

Meng Hongchen lowered her head, her voice barely audible, filled with obvious panic and helplessness, "How could you... how could you just kiss a girl on the lips like that..."

As she said this, even she herself felt unsure of herself, and her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

She tried hard to recall, and although her memory was somewhat blurry and fragmented, the vague images told her that it seemed... it seemed that she had taken the initiative to seduce Ye Chen first.

(End of this chapter)