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

Ye Chen's kiss was not like a sudden storm, but more like a gentle spring breeze, carrying comfort and tenderness, lingering on Wang Dong's soft lips.

Wang Dong closed his eyes, completely immersed in this belated intimacy, his arms unconsciously tightening around Ye Chen's neck.

The soft, warm friction between their lips and teeth was like lighting an invisible fuse.

Ye Chen's hand, which had been steadily supporting her back, now slowly slid down her slender waistline, landing on that fullness...

The warmth emanating from that palm, seeping through the thin fabric of the nightgown, was clearly transmitted to Wang Dong's skin.

Wang Dong's body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by a weak electric current.
She stepped back slightly, parting her lips a little, her large, pinkish-blue eyes misting over with a hint of shyness.

"Ye Chen..."

Wang Dong's voice was slightly breathless and soft, trembling slightly, "Didn't you say... girls should be more reserved and not be too casual..."

Wang Dong naturally knew what Ye Chen wanted.

Before this, every time she mustered up the courage to take things a step further, Ye Chen would always use this excuse to refuse, leaving her feeling both disappointed and helpless.

Why is Ye Chen being so proactive today?

Wang Dong's gaze held a mixture of confusion and a hint of grievance.

Could Ye Chen be lying to her on purpose?
"Yes, actually today is quite suitable, it's rather special."

Looking at the girl in his arms, so charming yet earnest, Ye Chen smiled and pinched her cheek.

"Special what?"

Wang Dong's curiosity was instantly piqued, and he subconsciously pressed for an answer.

Ye Chen's lips curled into a mischievous smile. He lowered his head slightly, bringing his breath close to her ear, his warm breath deliberately brushing against her sensitive earlobe, and clearly uttered a few words: "I especially...missed you."

"Hmm!" Wang
Dong's ear tips turned bright red at a visible speed, as if they were about to bleed.

The tingling sensation spread from her ears to her whole body in an instant, making her involuntarily shrink her neck.

"You scoundrel! You clearly... have ill intentions!"

Wang Dong, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, raised her hand and punched Ye Chen's shoulder, whispering a coquettish remark.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen deliberately loosened his grip on her, making a move to lean back, and teased her in a casual tone, "If that doesn't work, how about next time?"

"Don't!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Dong shouted out almost subconsciously, clearly in a hurry.

As Wang Dong spoke, he suddenly threw himself into Ye Chen's arms, holding him tightly as if afraid that Ye Chen would run away.

She didn't know why Ye Chen had always rejected her before, but now that he was being so proactive, she certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Hmm, that's more like it~"

Ye Chen wrapped his arms around Wang Dong's slender waist, and only then was he satisfied.

"Then... wait for me a moment..."

Wang Dong seemed to have thought of something, quickly broke free from Ye Chen's embrace, jumped off the bed, and ran barefoot to the small bathroom in the room, her steps somewhat flustered.

"I...I'm all dirty, covered in dust from running missions all day...I'm going to take a shower! I'll be fine in no time!"

After Wang Dong finished speaking, he rushed into the bathroom like a small whirlwind, slammed the door shut, and then the sound of running water came from inside.

"This guy……"

Ye Chen couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He leaned lazily against the headboard, the faint fragrance of her hair still lingering on his fingertips.

In fact, given the physique of a Soul Master, and Wang Dong's inherent cleanliness, there would be no sweat or dust at all.

It was just Wang Dong's perfectionism at work; he wanted to present his best self at the most important moment.

"What a germaphobe..."

Ye Chen shook his head helplessly yet affectionately.

However, this can be considered a kind of ritual, so Ye Chen naturally wouldn't refuse.

He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, a slight smile playing on his lips. Ye Chen didn't have to wait long.

The bathroom door lock made a soft "click" sound.

Ye Chen's gaze immediately turned to them.

The steam first seeped out from the crack in the door, carrying the warm fragrance of shower gel, somewhat like the sweet scent of gardenias.

A small, fair foot stepped out, revealing Wang Dong's figure.

Wang Dong had changed into a brand new nightgown, the light blue one that Ye Chen liked.

The thin, hair-like straps hung loosely on her round, petite shoulders, as if they would slip off at the slightest touch.

The silky fabric felt like a second skin, gently conforming to her budding youthful curves.

The neckline is a shallow V-shape, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin and a refined collarbone.

The two soft mounds below, though not exaggerated, were full and perky, rising and falling slightly with her breath, outlining alluring curves under the thin fabric.

The skirt hem only reached mid-thigh, fully revealing two straight and well-proportioned long legs, dazzlingly white.

In addition, Wang Dong's legs were also covered with a pair of ultra-thin white over-the-knee stockings.

The stockings are made of a material as thin as a cicada's wing, and under the light they almost appear translucent, as if shrouded in a hazy veil.

Her fair skin peeked through the transparent silk, like the finest mutton fat jade.

The delicate lace trim at the top of the stockings created a shallow indentation a few inches above the knee, adding to the languid and alluring look.

A pair of small, delicate feet stepped on the wooden floor, the slightly curled toes like tender pink clam meat, carrying a hint of endearing shyness.

"I...I'm done washing..." Wang Dong's voice was barely audible, with a heavy nasal tone and shyness.

Barefoot, she moved step by step toward the bed and finally stood beside it.

Wang Dong lowered her head slightly, her long, curled eyelashes seemingly still damp with fine mist, trembling gently, not daring to look directly into Ye Chen's burning gaze.

Her bright face was now flushed and rosy from the steam, and her lips were even more rosy and full from the hot water, like rose petals waiting to be picked.

She stood gracefully before Ye Chen, the faint, sweet scent of gardenias and youthful fragrance emanating from her silently stimulating his senses.

Although this wasn't the first time Wang Dong had done this, today, as Ye Chen had said, it seemed particularly special.

This made her inexplicably nervous, and also a little expectant...

It seems like a long-held wish is finally about to come true.

"Hmm, Dong'er looks really beautiful tonight~" Ye Chen smiled slightly.

His gaze slid from Wang Dong's flushed cheeks, across her slender neck and delicate collarbone, lingering on the beautiful curves wrapped in light blue silk, and finally settling on her long legs, which were outlined in ultra-thin white stockings and looked incredibly alluring.

Ye Chen had to admit that Wang Dong understood him very well.

As Ye Chen finished speaking, he reached out and pulled the beauty in front of him into his arms.

"嘤咛......"

Wang Dong's body went limp slightly, and she landed steadily in Ye Chen's arms.

The impact of the soft body crashing into his arms, accompanied by the sweet, unique fragrance of the young girl, instantly overwhelmed Ye Chen.

His strong arms instantly closed in, tightly encircling her petite body against his chest, fitting her perfectly.

Wang Dong's cheek was forced against Ye Chen's chest, and she could clearly feel Ye Chen's equally rapid heartbeat and burning body temperature.

And that captivating aura.

A moment of silence.

Wang Dong turned around gently, mustered her courage, and stared intently at Ye Chen, her gaze burning: "Tonight, you belong only to me..."

As Wang Dong spoke, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Ye Chen's, slowly closing his eyes...

(End of this chapter)