Brocade Robe Unparalleled

Chapter 147 Kiss
The night is deep.

The moon is like water.

Inside Youmeng's room, she sat alone in front of the dressing table, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the grain of the wooden comb.

After Aya left, her earlier drowsiness vanished without a trace, along with the secret Aya had brought.

"I like it just the same..."

These words, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, rippled through her heart, bringing a tingling warmth that she had never experienced before.

Although unfamiliar, it was filled with an indescribable sweetness.

A gentle smile appeared on her face without her even realizing it.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Youmeng sensed the approaching person and felt inexplicably nervous.

After taking a deep breath instinctively, she stepped forward, opened the door, looked at Lin Xuan, and asked softly, "Is there something you need so late?"

Lin Xuan, carrying a small white porcelain bowl, walked into the room naturally and said, "It's so late, and I saw your room light was still on, so I made some soothing and calming pear soup..."

He gently placed the porcelain cup on the table and instructed, "Drink it while it's hot, and get some rest."

Having said that, he didn't linger any longer, turned around and left with a composed gait, showing no reluctance.

Youmeng only came to her senses after Lin Xuan closed the door.

She turned and closed the door, walked to the table and sat down, picking up the bowl of warm pear soup, its sweet aroma lingering in her nose.

She picked up the small spoon and sipped the soup slowly. The pear soup was sweet, but her heart was even sweeter.

As the soup bowl emptied, Youmeng held the still-warm bowl, slightly lost in thought.

What does he mean?

He seems different today than usual.

She had always cultivated within the tribe, unsure how to face this situation or what she should do. The high priest taught her cultivation, spirit runes, and Gu techniques, but never these other things...

She held her slightly flushed face, her mind in turmoil.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for her.

The next morning.

Lin Xuan practiced his skills in the courtyard, where martial arts and mental strength complemented each other. Recently, he spent most of his time meditating, leaving little time for martial arts.

Firstly, because his mental strength is greater, the benefits of visualization are higher.

Secondly, because he took shortcuts most of the time on his path of martial arts.

Bone-tempering liquid, marrow-cleansing liquid, marrow-cleansing pool, Qi-gathering pill...

These things can easily save you months or even years of cultivation.

Compared to these, daily practice is not cost-effective.

As he finished practicing, Lin Xuan caught a glimpse of an elegant figure standing quietly in the corridor not far away. Youmeng had been watching him from there ever since he started practicing.

Today she was wearing a moon-white long dress, and her temperament was even more aloof and otherworldly. When Lin Xuan's gaze fell on her, a barely perceptible fluctuation flashed across Youmeng's calm eyes, and then she looked away without making a sound.

Lin Xuan stepped forward and said with a smile, "Good morning."

Youmeng responded softly, "Good morning."

Lin Xuan took a shower, changed her clothes, and had breakfast with them when Youmeng asked, "Where's Qingluan?"

Lin Xuan said, "The Tian family will be opening many more shops in a while, and there are a lot of things to take care of, so she left very early."

Unlike Lin Xuanyoumeng, Qingluan was genuinely busy.

After the meal, Aya went off to find some of the tribe's young men to play with. Lin Xuan looked at Youmeng and said, "The peach blossoms on Dragon Cliff Mountain are in bloom. Do you want to go take a look together?"

Youmeng looked up at him, hesitated for only a brief moment, and then nodded gently: "Okay."

……

When people in Bozhou mention Longya Mountain, the first thing that comes to mind is the Yang family, who dominated the southwest, followed by the treacherous Nine Passes, where countless people have lost their lives over the centuries.

Very few people know that the scenery at the top of Longya Mountain is the best within a hundred miles.

The peach blossom forest behind Longya Fort looks like a crimson haze from afar.

Upon closer inspection, the flowers were in full bloom, and petals were scattered everywhere.

A gentle breeze carries the sweet fragrance of peach blossoms, causing petals to flutter and dance in the air.

The two strolled side by side along the winding path, maintaining a perfect distance. Lin Xuan took a deep breath of the fragrance, turned to Youmeng, and said, "After returning to the tribe this time, I'd like to suggest to the High Priest that the tribe's children be allowed to come out and visit every now and then. They're still so young; it would be such a waste for them to spend their entire lives in the tribe..."

The imperial court would not allow the Jiuli tribe to migrate in large numbers, but if it was just some children, it should be fine.

Youmeng nodded slightly and said softly, "Okay."

The two of them were alone in the peach grove on the mountaintop. The only sounds were the wind, birdsong, and each other's breathing. They didn't say much, but simply enjoyed the unique tranquility of spring.

As they reached a corner, the path narrowed, with peach branches drooping low on both sides. Lin Xuan instinctively turned to the side, wanting to shield Youmeng from the blossoms that might brush against her face. Just as he turned, Youmeng also leaned slightly towards him.

Their hands touched each other lightly and unintentionally.

For Lin Xuan and You Meng, the touch of their hands was nothing. On Ancestral Spirit Mountain, they had held hands for who knows how long, but the situation then was different from before.

Youmeng subconsciously pressed her arms close to her body, and secretly glanced at Lin Xuan out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that he looked normal, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She lingered on the slight thrill she had just felt, and unconsciously relaxed her arms completely.

On this slightly narrow path, the two were already very close together, and with the slight swinging of their arms, the backs of their hands would unconsciously touch each other.

Youmeng curled her fingertips slightly, admiring the beautiful scenery while feeling an unprecedented thrill.

Suddenly, her body paused slightly, and a look of helplessness appeared in her eyes.

After another light touch of the backs of their hands, Lin Xuan suddenly took her hand.

This wasn't the first time the two had held hands, but this time, Youmeng's feelings were completely different.

She did not resist, letting Lin Xuan lead her. She lowered her head slightly, her gaze falling on the petals at her feet. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes held shyness, panic, bewilderment, and a hint of sweetness that she herself was unaware of.

Lin Xuan sensed her tacit approval and didn't say much, but simply took her hand and continued walking slowly forward.

As their hands clasped together, the long-standing, subtle ambiguity seemed to gradually solidify.

Even after they walked out of the narrow flower path and came to a wide, open meadow by the cliff, Lin Xuan still did not let go of her hand.

Longya Mountain is surrounded by rivers on three sides, and the edge of the grassland is a steep cliff.

Standing here, the view opens up dramatically. The river flows like a ribbon, meandering towards the horizon. Wisps of mist rise and swirl around the river and the mountainside, making it feel like being in a fairyland.

The two stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the magnificent and dreamlike scenery.

For some reason, at this moment, a strong sense of curiosity suddenly welled up in Youmeng's heart.

What does kissing actually feel like?

Her gaze involuntarily drifted to Lin Xuan beside her, a hint of inquiry and curiosity she herself was unaware of, landing on his clearly defined lips.

The moment her gaze lingered on him, Lin Xuan seemed to sense something and turned his head away.

Youmeng looked like a child caught doing something wrong; her gaze instantly shifted away in a panic, and her fair cheeks flushed crimson at a visible speed, spreading all the way to her ears.

Lin Xuan looked at Youmeng, whose usually clear and calm eyes were now filled with an unconcealable shyness.

The softest spot in his heart seemed to be touched. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them, leaned down slightly, looked into her sparkling eyes, and asked with a soft laugh, "Want to give it a try?"

Yumeng subconsciously raised her head and asked blankly, "Try...what?"

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Xuan had already given her answer through her actions.

He lowered his head and gently pressed his warm lips against hers.

"Well……"

Youmeng's breathing suddenly stopped, and her mind went completely blank for a moment.

The whole world seemed to be infinitely detached; the distant river breeze and the nearby birdsong all disappeared in that moment.

Her only sensation was the unfamiliar yet soft touch on his lips, carrying his cool and pleasant scent, domineering yet gentle, invading all her senses.

This was a completely unfamiliar experience. She stared blankly at Lin Xuan, her grip on his hand tightening slightly.

Those warm lips initially touched her tentatively, but then, with utmost patience and tenderness, they gently and lingered on her lips, as if savoring the most delicate flower bud in the world.

As her lips parted and her jaw slightly opened, a strange, tingling warmth quickly flowed through her limbs and bones, causing her tense body to relax involuntarily, even giving her a sense of weakness.

Her eyes, which had been wide open in panic, had quietly closed at some point, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings in the wind.

Experiencing this feeling for the first time, she had no idea how to respond and could only passively endure this extremely gentle plunder, letting the unfamiliar thrill and sweetness slowly engulf her like a tide.

I don't know how much time passed; it felt like just a moment, yet also like an eternity.

Lin Xuan slowly pulled away from her lips.

Youmeng's eyes remained tightly closed, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing slightly rapid, as if she was still immersed in the sudden kiss and had not yet come back to her senses.

Looking at her like this, Lin Xuan gently stroked her increasingly hot cheeks with his fingertips and asked with a smile, "Now... do you know what it feels like?"

Youmeng suddenly opened her eyes and met his smiling gaze, which clearly reflected her own confused and infatuated state.

Overwhelmed by a sudden wave of shyness, she immediately broke free from Lin Xuan's hand, instinctively covering her burning face with her hands, and turned to run quickly down the mountain.

She ran all the way back to the Tian family home. Youmeng closed the door, sat down at the table, her face flushed, her heart still pounding.

No wonder they kiss every day.

That feeling... was truly amazing.

She couldn't help but purse her lips slightly, already looking forward to the next time she could enjoy the scenery with him...

(End of this chapter)