Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Jiang Yining leaned against the table, her fingertips tapping the surface lightly, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

Those peach blossom eyes were filled with mockery, and her gaze, like a hook, slid from Ji Lingxiao's tightly pursed thin lips to his slightly bobbing Adam's apple.

Ji Lingxiao's body stiffened for a moment, as if the gaze had a tangible heat that made his skin feel tight.

"absurd."

He coldly uttered two words, turned his head away, and tried to build a defensive line with his icy demeanor that kept people at a distance.

But the faint blush that had crept up her earlobe was clearly visible in the candlelight.

Jiang Yining chuckled lightly. Instead of backing down, she pressed forward, closing in step by step.

A faint, delicate fragrance instantly invaded his safe distance; a peculiar herbal scent forcefully entered his nostrils.

Ji Lingxiao subconsciously wanted to back away, but found that Jiang Lei was already fast asleep on the bed behind him.

There was no way to retreat.

"Sword Master, what you say is quite something. Didn't we also 'openly confront each other' in the Demon Realm to heal our wounds?"

Jiang Yining deliberately lowered her voice, the last syllable rising in pitch, carrying a hint of alluring tenderness.

She reached out, her fingertips lightly brushing against his wide sleeve, slowly moving upwards along the lines of his inner arm.

Even through the fabric, you can feel the instant tension and stiffness of the muscles underneath.

Ji Lingxiao's breath hitched, and he abruptly raised his hand to grab her misbehaving wrist.

Their palms touched, and both were burning hot.

"Jiang Yining, have some self-respect."

His voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a hint of suppressed warning, but due to his still-weakened state from his serious injuries, it sounded more like a reluctant invitation.

Jiang Yining did not struggle; instead, she leaned forward, almost pressing herself into his arms.

The two were so close that they could feel each other's disordered heartbeats.

"I just noticed your clothes were disheveled and wanted to help you straighten them. What were you thinking?"

She blinked innocently, but her other hand deftly reached towards his collar.

Cool fingertips touched the warm skin on his collarbone, sending a shiver down her spine.

Ji Lingxiao's pupils suddenly contracted, and that terrifying tingling sensation quickly spread throughout his body from the point of contact.

He stared at the audacious woman before him, his icy blue eyes a fierce battle between reason and instinct.

The flickering candlelight cast their shadows on the wall, intertwining and blurring the lines between them.

Jiang Yining wasn't in a hurry to make the next move; she thoroughly enjoyed the process of bringing the lofty deities down to earth.

She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his sensitive neck, raising a few small goosebumps.

"Or is it that the Sword Master's Dao heart is so easily tested?"

"Just getting a little closer and things get chaotic?"

Each word was like an electrified feather, gently tickling his taut nerves.

Ji Lingxiao closed his eyes and tightened his grip on her wrist, but he did not push her away forcefully.

The blood in my body seemed to be ignited by this ambiguous atmosphere, rushing restlessly through my meridians.

An indescribable heat rose from his dantian, burning the corners of his eyes red.

"Don't do this in front of the children..."

He squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, his voice low and almost pleading.

Jiang Yining glanced at the sleeping Jiang Lei, her smile deepening.

This sense of taboo only fueled her curiosity, not making her restrain herself, but rather like adding fuel to the fire, making the atmosphere even more tense.

She tiptoed, her red lips brushing against his jawline, finally stopping just a hair's breadth from his lips.

They could even feel each other's breaths, hot and moist.

"The child is asleep, Ling, Xiao."

"Shall we discuss 'life sciences'? Don't all high-level cultivators have to overcome the trials of love?"

Jiang Yining's hand slid down his collar, her palm pressed against his firm chest, feeling his heart pounding like a drum.

His heartbeat was so fast and so heavy that it completely betrayed his inner turmoil and longing.

Ji Lingxiao's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his eyes, which were always filled with frost and snow, were now like melting spring water, misty and hazy.

Reason told him he should immediately blast this vixen away, but his body seemed to be under a spell, craving the warmth of her palm and even secretly hoping for more.

It's an instinctive craving for something more, a primal impulse that even the highest level of detachment from worldly desires cannot suppress.

He felt like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap or burst at any moment.

Just as his defenses were about to completely collapse, and he even subconsciously wanted to lower his head to find that soft spot.

Jiang Yining suddenly stopped what she was doing.

She withdrew her hand and slowly and deliberately straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, even thoughtfully patting off non-existent dust.

Jiang Yining then took a step back, creating distance between the two.

The suffocatingly ambiguous atmosphere instantly receded like the tide, and the frosty moonlight shone on the two of them.

Ji Lingxiao stood frozen in place, his chest heaving violently, the lust in his eyes still lingering, looking somewhat disheveled and bewildered.

It felt as if someone had pushed me to the clouds, only to suddenly remove the ladder.

That feeling of emptiness, neither here nor there, was even more unbearable for him than the teasing he had just experienced.

"It seems you have quite the willpower, sir. I'll skip the 'bed warming' service tonight."

Jiang Yining turned around and lay down next to her son, waving her hand with her back to him, her tone light as if everything that had just happened was just a joke.

"Go to sleep early, honey, and get well soon."

Ji Lingxiao stood frozen in place, watching her unguarded back, his fist clenching and unclenching.

The delicate touch of her wrist still lingered on my fingertips, and the lingering fragrance still surrounded my nose.

He took a deep breath and walked to the window, trying to calm the surging blood in his body, only to find that the heat had already penetrated deep into his bones.

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell upon him, but it couldn't illuminate his increasingly deep and complex eyes.

That was the first indelible stain of worldly dust that the deity acquired after falling to earth.

This night is destined to be sleepless.

"Ningning!"

Just then, a very soft call came from outside the door, and the door was pushed open a crack.

A little fox's head peeked in; it didn't see the person by the window.

He sneaked in with his calves and ran to the bed.

Jiang Yining opened her eyes: "Bai Ze? Why are you here so late?"

The little fox curled up its tail, rolled into a ball, and lay down next to Jiang Yining.

"It's getting cold, I'll warm the bed for you and Xiao Lei'er."

Ji Lingxiao, who was standing by the window, turned around: ?

Does the fox think he's dead?