The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

What catches the eye is a face so stunning that even a fleeting glance can outshine the sun and moon.

Her silver hair, like a waterfall formed from frost and snow, spread across her pillow, gleaming softly in the moonlight.

Every contour resembles the most reserved stroke of heaven's brush—the bridge of the nose stands tall like a solitary peak, and the thin lips are like plum blossoms just beginning to bloom in the cold winter.

Those eyes, which should have been frozen pools that never melted, reflected the sword light that all living beings looked up to.

But at this moment.

The cold pool melts into a warm spring, and the frost and snow turn into the spring breeze.

That tenderness was so abundant, it seemed to overflow from the nine heavens.

That gentleness was so warm, it was as if all the sunshine in the world was being offered to her alone.

He just looked down at her like that.

His gaze fell down, inch by inch, meticulously.

It was as if he wanted to gaze into her very bones, into her very soul, and into the endless cycle of reincarnation.

She blinked.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings just awakening, gently opening the first rays of sunlight.

He blinked too.

A faint smile appeared in those usually aloof eyes.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on their shoulders.

It was very quiet.

So quiet that you can hear each other's heartbeats, so quiet that you can hear time slowly slipping through your fingers.

very warm.

It was so warm that it felt as if the mortal world had vanished, as if only the two of them remained in the world.

"Who are you?"

She looked at him and suddenly spoke.

Those bright, sparkling eyes were brimming with cunning.

Like stars reflected on a lake at night, even though moonlight shines upon them, they pretend not to see the light.

Xie Jinlian was slightly taken aback.

Then, the corners of his lips slowly turned up.

That smile was like the misty haze over distant mountains, like the moonlight shining on the snow-covered Kunlun Mountains—faint and distant, yet in that instant, incredibly tender.

Beneath the softness lurked a dangerous edge—she saw it, yet chose not to dodge.

He bent down.

He leaned close to her ear.

His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, like the lightest feather tip in spring, caressing the softest part of her heart.

The aura carried the scent of snow that had remained unmelted for millennia atop Kunlun Mountain, cool and refreshing, yet it made her heart skip a beat.

"I am--"

His voice fell softly, reaching her ears, her heart, and the moonlit night.

"Your husband."

"My Zhizhi."

The words fell.

He didn't give her any chance to react.

He leaned down and kissed her.

The moment that kiss landed, Tang Xixue felt all her thoughts were scattered.

Like ripples suddenly appearing on a pool of spring water, spreading out layer by layer, their destination unknown.

It was as if someone had poured a whole jar of honey into her heart.

Sweet, soft, and hot all rushed up at once.

His lips were very soft.

Soft as the first dewdrops on a flower, slightly cool, it gently touched her lips.

It is clearly the aloofness of a lotus on a snowy peak, standing alone from the world.

But beneath that coolness, there was clearly a scorching temperature.

He lingered on her lips.

No rush, no delay.

It's like savoring the most precious nectar in the world.

His breath was crisp and clear, like snowmelt from a mountain; between his lips and teeth, there was a faint sweetness.

Extreme cleanliness can create an almost taboo allure.

That was his unique flavor, and once you tasted it, you were hooked.

She blinked.

Her eyelashes brushed against his cheek, tickling him.

He seemed to sense it, but did not back away.

A slight upturn at the corners of their lips—the smile that crossed through their pressed lips carried the satisfaction of having their wish fulfilled, yet also a hint of lingering greed.

"Master...

She was completely dizzy from his kisses, but it still wasn't enough for him.

He kissed her once, then pulled back slightly, looking down at her dreamy eyes; he kissed her again, then pulled back slightly again, watching her subconsciously part her lips in response.

The tenderness in his eyes deepened inch by inch.

"Good boy, open your mouth a little wider... Yes, good boy."

"Waaah—"

What does Tangxi Xue want to say?

But all her words were swallowed up by his kiss.

He gently parted her lips and explored deeper.

That moment.

The snow lotus's crispness melted away, transforming into something mellow and slightly intoxicating, like snow wine buried for a thousand years, finally unsealed.

Her heart skipped a beat.

It was as if someone had gently plucked the finest string in her chest.

"No...don't kiss so deeply..."

It was no longer the gentle probing of before, but rather carried a certain unwavering certainty that left no room for refusal.

His fingers ran through her hair, cradling the back of her head, and pulled her closer.

They were so close that there was no distance between them, so close that their breaths mingled, so close that she could clearly feel the steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest.

That heart was beating very fast.

Much faster than his aloof and frosty appearance.

His features still retained that otherworldly, untouched quality, and his movements remained calm and composed.

But his heartbeat betrayed him completely.

He was not as indifferent as he appeared.

"Zhizhi clearly likes it too, right?"

"Master, no more..."

Tang Xixue's heartbeat also became disordered for him.

He smelled nice.

It was the crisp, refreshing scent of snow lotus, a familiar aroma to her.

But at this moment, something seemed to have been added to that crisp, clear air.

It's like a flower in full bloom, reaching its zenith.

Like a celestial being who had abstained from worldly desires, she finally revealed the first trace of her mortal heart between her lips and teeth.

She really likes it!

Xie Jinlian's breathing became erratic for a moment.

It was very light and very short, but she still managed to catch it.

"Who just said no? Why are you holding me so tightly?"

The man who was usually aloof and self-possessed, seemingly unmoved by anything, was now flustered by a kiss.

The faint blush at the base of her ears was barely perceptible, but it was reflected in her eyes through the moonlight.

"I wasn't hugging you very tightly."

"Zhizhi, don't hide..."

"You can't even handle that?"

He kissed her, but it seemed as if he was also restraining something.

Even though he was the one conquering and seizing territory, his slightly feverish body temperature, his increasingly heavy breathing, and the unintentional movement of his Adam's apple were all noticeable.

They were all silently telling their stories, and he too was caught up in them.

Aloofness is just a superficial appearance.

Desire is burning up inch by inch in my bones.

"Mmm...that's enough...that's enough kissing..."

Tangxi Xue was breathing heavily.

The breathing was very light, yet it seemed like a silent invitation.

"Master... please don't bully me..."

Her unique crabapple fragrance is refreshing and sweet, yet carries a subtle, alluring quality.

The aroma spread downwards, burning his heart.

"Run away? Huh?"

Xie Jinlian's eyes darkened.

He stepped back slightly, giving her a moment to breathe.

"No, I can't... Let me catch my breath..."

Under the moonlight, Tang Xixue's lips were slightly swollen and red, still moist from before, and glistening with a lustrous sheen.

It's like a ripe berry being gently bitten open, releasing sweet juice.

"Zhizhi, you go limp in my arms after just one kiss... what will you do in the future?"

He looked at her.

Those usually cool and aloof eyes were now deep and unfathomable, as if they held an abyss.

"Master, it's mine..."

"Zhizhi, stop rubbing against me..."

He called to her, his voice low and hoarse.

"I have never been a gentleman."

The voice carried a longing that had been suppressed for too long and was about to burst forth.

"Did you feel it?"

Tang Xixue nodded, her face flushed.

"Master... you feel so hot."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, and there was a hint of bewilderment from his kiss.

It looked like a kitten with its fur ruffled.

"I'm burning with passion for Zhizhi. If you keep rubbing against her like that, it won't just be a kiss anymore."

Xie Jinlian's breathing was disordered, and he gently stroked the corner of her lips with his thumb.

The touch was incredibly soft, still carrying the warmth of the previous touch, like caressing a newly blooming rose petal.

"Weaving."

His voice was low and somewhat hoarse.

"Now do you know who your teacher is?"

Tang Xixue looked at him, her eyes reddening, like the first blush of spring, carrying the freshness of morning dew.

She suddenly leaned forward.

She placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Okay."

Her voice was soft and languid.

"He is my husband—and also my little lotus flower."

Xie Jinlian's ear tips turned even redder.

"good."

He gently pecked her lips.

"Say it again."

"I'd like to hear more..."

"don't want……"

"Zhizhi, call me husband. Please? I beg you..."

"...My husband."

"Ugh—"

My eldest sister said the closer the better.

At this moment, they were so close that they could hear each other's breaths, so close that if she raised her eyes slightly, she could see the shattered moonlight in his eyes.

So close, his luck, through that short distance, seeped into her body, thread by thread.

He had long forgotten that he had a younger brother.

Yun Boyan rose from the cold spring.

The cold water droplets slid down my skin, but the burning sensation just wouldn't go away.

That burning sensation is in my blood, in my heartbeat, in every breath.

His older brother is truly a despicable person.

Fortunately, there was no one around.

There was only moonlight, only candlelight, and he was all alone in the bedchamber.

He stood there, eyes downcast, his fingertips trembling slightly.

The soaked silver robe clung to his body, outlining his thin frame.

He raised his hand, untied the belt, and the fabric slowly slid down, revealing large areas of skin soaked in the cold air.

The moonlight fell on his shoulders, on his slightly heaving chest, and on his tightly pursed lips.

He closed his eyes and let out a soft, low breath.

But the burning sensation is still there.

He could no longer restrain himself.

In the dead of night, in a place where no one knows.

Only the moonlight knows.