The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Chapter 322 I'm no match for him

"Of course... he can sleep with me."

Tang Xixue tiptoed closer to Xingyu's ear.

Her voice was as soft as spring water, sweet and gentle.

Wrapped in an inseparable, sweet romance, it also carries a touch of girlish naiveté and slyness.

"Little Star, can you do that too?"

Her breath was as fragrant as orchids.

A warm breath brushed past her ear, carrying the unique, cool fragrance of begonia emanating from the young girl, light and delicate.

Like a swimming fish, it silently burrowed into the depths of the blood.

Xingyu froze.

"Thump—"

His heart was pounding like a drum, heavy and loud, making his eardrums buzz and his fingertips tremble slightly.

His earlobes burned at a visible speed, turning as red as the most precious coral beads in the deep sea, so hot that he dared not touch them.

Her heartbeat was as chaotic as scattered pearls, each one reflecting her sly smile, pounding wildly in her chest, unable to find its home.

"You, you, you all..."

He gasped, his voice trembling, like bubbles scattered by the waves, fragmented and unable to form a coherent sentence.

"We used to...sleep on the same tatami mat?"

Countless beautiful images have uncontrollably surfaced in my mind.

Tangxi tightened her arms around him, forcefully weaving that delicate figure into the deep spring of the brocade tent.

The candlelight flickered red, reflecting the overlapping figures, the scattered black hair, and the pair of fair hands climbing up the black robe.

The clouds rise over Wushan, night after night—a tender, lingering romance.

So this is what the world beyond the sea kingdom looks like?

He was puzzled.

But he was greatly shocked.

I had always thought that Emperor Shengchen was majestic, aloof, and abstinent, like snow on a mountaintop, and not to be profaned.

Unexpectedly, such a tender haven was hidden in private, where one would gently and sweetly cherish and pamper someone until the dead of night.

"I... I, as his older brother... am no match for him."

The sound was like an undercurrent flowing through a coral reef.

They lost their way and their rhythm.

Even he himself couldn't recognize the original tone of his voice.

"Oh……"

Tang Xixue lowered her eyes and chuckled softly.

The little stars are so funny.

Those star-like eyes curved into a smile, as lively as a snow fox.

At this moment, she was like a night-blooming cereus in full bloom under the moon, stunning the entire night in an instant.

"My brother never sleeps with me, how can I compare to him in terms of who's better?"

Xingyu opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Only one thought kept churning in my mind.

Wanting to be the best older brother in Little Pearl's heart, he actually had to stay with her in bed at night?

The scene was too beautiful for him to imagine.

But my mind wouldn't listen; it had already started to draw.

The candlelight flickered red as he embraced Little Pearl and fell asleep.

The gauze curtains hung low, the moonlight was like water, her breath fell softly on her neck, and the cool fragrance of crabapple blossoms filled her embrace.

He looked down and could see her sleeping face, and her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

He saw her unconsciously snuggle into his arms, like a little kitten seeking warmth.

then……

Their breaths mingled, their body temperatures mingled.

"boom--"

His handsome face became an internet sensation.

It was as red as a boiled crayfish, and it was so hot that he was practically steaming.

He was so ashamed that he wished he could plunge into the North Sea and soak himself from head to toe.

Stop! Stop!

Is this something an older brother should be thinking?

He mentally slapped himself hard, but before he could recover, he slapped himself again.

But that thought still stubbornly surfaced.

Although he was merely her childhood sweetheart with whom she had no blood relation...

Pooh!

It's my older brother!

He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down.

But the heart inside my chest was still pounding uncontrollably, like a never-ending war drum, like an incessant thunderclap.

"There are countless Heavenly Dao Apostles lurking in Baiyujing now. Little Pearl must not be discovered by those madmen."

"Your soul is still unstable; you're only holding this body together with one soul and one spirit, and your luck is extremely weak..."

"They have plenty of tricks up their sleeves, plenty of insidious methods."

Xingyu lowered his eyes, straightened her veil, and traced her outline through the light gauze with his fingertips.

He carefully gathered the veil of his hat, layer upon layer, covering it completely.

It was as if he wanted to hide her entirely in his shadow, in a corner where no one could find her.

"alright."

Only after confirming that she was properly covered did he reach out and take her hand.

Palms pressed together, warmth exchanged.

His good fortune passed by naturally, silently and gently, like a spring rain in a stream.

"Don't pick them, don't run away, and don't leave your brother's sight."

He whispered his instructions, but his tone carried more weight than a military order, as if every word was etched into his heart.

Tang Xixue was amused by his alarmed expression and gently shook their clasped hands.

"Brother, you're so nervous, I was thinking that the Heavenly Apostles were standing right behind you right now."

She turned her head to look at him, the light veil of her hat swaying slightly, and she could vaguely see the smile in his peach blossom eyes, sparkling like a sky full of stars.

Xingyu did not smile.

"They are not worthy to stand behind me. But if they dare to touch you, I will make sure they die a horrible death."

He paused, his palm tightening slightly, as if he wanted to hold her firmly, to hold her into all the years of his remaining life.

"Little Pearl, what your brother said is true. Every word he said counts."

Tang Xixue looked at him, a hint of warmth rising in her peach blossom eyes, as warm as the sunshine that had warmed her eyes on a spring afternoon.

"Yes. I understand, thank you, brother."

She obediently agreed, and placed her other hand on the back of his hand, patting it gently, as if soothing a dragon with its scales raised.

She did not make a public appearance at this Nine Extremes Alliance meeting, because she was now just a soul and a spirit, too weak to bear the weight of her clothes, like a candle flickering in the wind, or a duckweed floating in the rain.

Cults have persisted for millennia, employing ever-evolving methods. Countless eyes lurking in the shadows are watching this grand event.

She's at a disadvantage now, so keeping a low profile is always the right thing to do.

After all, only when she is completely dead can Heaven truly take away her noble destiny and prosperous fortune.

As long as she, the rightful owner, is still alive, as long as she has a breath left, those things can be taken back at any time.

The game is unresolved, and the outcome is still uncertain.

"Brother, do you think... I can find it again?"

Her voice was very soft, with a hint of weakness that was barely perceptible, and a deep-seated vulnerability.

Xingyu held her hand tightly, his fingertips gently stroking her knuckles, as if giving her strength, or as if making a promise to himself.

"able."

"Whether your two souls and six spirits are scattered to the ends of the earth, or have fallen into the abyss, or even if they are suppressed in the Nine Netherworlds and trapped outside the cycle of reincarnation, your brother will find them for you one by one."

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with the calm and certainty of the deep sea, as unshakable as an ancient reef.

"Not one will be missing."

"Um."

Tang Xixue nodded.

She and he walked hand in hand out of the veil.

Two figures walked side by side, one as aloof as the moon, the other as lively as a star.

Her clothes fluttered gently in the night breeze, creating ripples in layers.

It's like a painting that's just been painted, the ink still wet, yet its charm is already there.

"Zhizhi..."

Tang Xiye stood still, her gaze fixed on their clasped hands.

That silhouette.

That posture.