Bai Suzhen, I really need to punish you properly.

Wang Xuan immediately stood up.

He gently opened the door, and as he expected, a graceful figure stood there—it was Feng San Niang.

Leng Bingxin has been by his side all day, and the two of them haven't had a chance to catch up alone yet.

Wang Xuan feigned confusion, deliberately teasing her: "Third Sister, you've come to see me so late, are you here to ask for the gift we gave each other when we parted?"

Feng Sanniang rolled her beautiful eyes slightly, smiled faintly, and stretched out her fair hand: "Don't try that. My storage bag is still with you."

Wang Xuan readily grasped it, smiling broadly, and asked in a playful tone, "Then why didn't you ask me for it sooner?"

Feng San Niang gently withdrew her hand, a hint of helplessness on her face: "I didn't expect you to keep refusing to give it to me."

"Here's what's inside, but keep the bag for me."

Wang Xuan gently tossed the fragrant storage bag into her arms. Feng San Niang caught it by covering her chest with both hands, and gave him a reproachful glare.

Honestly, it almost fell right into my clothes.

She strongly suspected that Wang Xuan did it on purpose.

Before she could say anything more, Wang Xuan had already taken her soft little hand and pulled her out without saying a word: "We're leaving Qingqiu early tomorrow morning, so let's take a stroll around under the cover of night."

Unable to resist, Feng San Niang had no choice but to obediently follow her out.

As they stepped out of the mansion, Wang Xuan released her hand and asked softly, "Where do the little foxes of Qingqiu usually meet in secret?"

"Going on a secret rendezvous?" Feng San Niang's ears burned slightly, and her tone suddenly tightened.

"You're so nervous, Third Sister." Wang Xuan pinched her delicate cheek and said with a gentle smile, "I didn't say I was taking you on a secret rendezvous. I just wanted to see the secret rendezvous spots in Qingqiu."

Feng San Niang muttered under her breath, "I don't believe you."

Wang Xuan shook his head helplessly: "You are clearly judging others by your own petty standards."

Feng San Niang smiled faintly and retorted, "I'm judging you, a petty person, with the heart of a gentleman."

Wang Xuan chuckled softly, grasped her slender wrist, gently pressed it against his abdomen, and moved it around a few times: "I've let you cross the road, now hurry up and lead the way."

Feng San Niang's cheeks flushed, and she lifted her foot to walk forward, leading him toward the nearest Moon Mirror Pool.

Moon Mirror Pool.

The pool water was as clear as jade. As night fell, the entire Milky Way was reflected on the water, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Wang Xuan knelt down by the pool, and Feng San Niang followed closely behind, sitting quietly beside him, together gazing at the shimmering light reflected in the pool.

Feng Sanniang asked curiously, "What's going on between you and the Palace Master of Xuan Nu Palace?"

"That's a long story, but it's all fate."

Feng San Niang rolled her eyes helplessly: "You really don't refuse anyone."

"The Palace Mistress is so beautiful and aloof. I like her, so why would I refuse? Besides, if I were the type to refuse, how would I have gotten to know you and Eleventh Sister?"

Feng San Niang was speechless, then asked softly, "How has Eleven Niang been lately?"

"Don't worry, everything's fine." Wang Xuan leaned down slightly, close to her ear, and whispered, "By the way, is there something wrong with the feng shui of your Qingqiu area? Look at your Uncle Huo and the Tianshan Sect Leader, and you and Eleventh Sister..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Feng San Niang quickly turned away, her cheeks flushed as she retorted, "Shiyi Niang and I have a pure friendship, a pure sisterhood. I just like being with her, okay?"

"Really? Then let me teach you what true love is."

Wang Xuan suddenly leaned close to her cheek, their eyes met, and they were practically touching.

Feng San Niang's eyes were wide open, her heart pounding wildly. She let Wang Xuan stare at her so closely, and it took her a while to come to her senses. She raised her hand to push him away.

But as soon as she raised her wrist, Wang Xuan gently covered it with one hand. Before she could react, he turned his head slightly and unexpectedly pecked her soft lips.

Then she immediately stepped back, a smile on her face: "I'm giving you the gift I gave you when we parted last time."

Feng San Niang was both embarrassed and angry, and afraid of being seen by passing fox clan members, so she could only complain in a low voice: "Who gave you permission to kiss me like that!"

Wang Xuan nodded slightly, reflecting earnestly, "I admit, this kiss was a bit too casual. Shall we start over?"

Feng San Niang lowered her eyes, her ears turning bright red, and softly declined, "I don't want to."

Their breaths mingled together, and an ambiguous atmosphere fermented in the night.

Wang Xuan, however, stepped aside and casually changed the subject: "Why would this be a place for lovers to meet?"

Feng Sanniang gazed at the calm surface of the pool and said softly, "I've heard that if lovers who truly love each other make a wish here, it will eventually come true."

Wang Xuan found it amusing: "This is too fake. Can I make a wish to attain sainthood?"

Feng San Niang gently scolded, "You're being too opportunistic."

"What's the point of making a wish if you don't have any ulterior motives?" Wang Xuan gently nudged her with his arm, his smile gentle. "If it were you, what would you wish for?"

"Wishes won't come true if you say them out loud."

Wang Xuan looked surprised: "You actually made a wish? Didn't you say you couldn't lose your virginity?"

Feng San Niang said with displeasure, "Is that all you can think about?"

"First of all, I'm just curious. Secondly, if you haven't experienced it, don't act all detached, okay?"

Feng San Niang spat lightly, unable to help but recall the casual conversations Fan Shiyi Niang had shared with her in the past.

Wang Xuan then asked, "By the way, don't you people in Qingqiu have clan weddings?"

"Some collateral clansmen have mixed bloodlines and do not need to adhere to their original lineage, but I am a direct descendant of Qingqiu. By guarding my own lineage, my cultivation will be smooth, and I can reach the Celestial Immortal realm all the way."

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up at Wang Xuan, a hint of wariness in her eyes.

Wang Xuan smiled helplessly and said, "Don't look at me like that, as if I were a thief. Even if I like you a lot, I would never harm your cultivation."

Then, curiosity piqued, he asked, "At this rate, when will you break through to the Celestial Immortal realm?"

Feng San Niang subconsciously moved back half an inch, her eyes full of wariness.

"No matter what I ask you, you always get the wrong idea." Wang Xuan reached out and pinched her soft cheeks. "Don't look at me with disgust. If you're going to look, don't do it now."

"When?"

"Sometimes," Wang Xuan said casually, then changed the subject, "I brought you a gift this time, so please hold out both hands to receive it."

Feng San Niang stretched out her hands.

With a flick of his finger, Wang Xuan produced a strand of shimmering white, thousand-year-old spider silk, quickly wrapped it around her wrist, tied it into an exquisite bow, and gently bound her hands together.

"How is it? Is it sturdy?"

"If you're so tight, why are you binding me?" Feng Sanniang gently shook her bound wrists, her tone filled with dissatisfaction. "Untie me now."

Wang Xuan gently tugged at the spider silk knot with his fingertips, loosening the restraint. He then took out a large bundle of thousand-year-old spider silk and handed it to her: "Your Qingqiu must have many craftsmen who can make these spider silks into tight-fitting stockings. I'll come and check them next time."

Feng San Niang blushed and lightly spat, "Is this a gift for me, or a reward for yourself?"

"I was just worried you'd waste it," Wang Xuan said, sounding perfectly reasonable, before pleading softly, "Third Sister, could I see your tail?"

Feng San Niang blinked her bright, watery eyes: "Why do you want to see my tail?"

"I'm just curious," Wang Xuan said expectantly, feigning distress in a low voice. "I'm leaving tomorrow, and who knows when I'll be back in Qingqiu. Can't you even grant me this small wish?"

Feng San Niang hesitated for a moment, then looked around. The night was deep and there was no one else around, so it wouldn't hurt to let him see her.

She turned slightly to the side and leaned down, her back to Wang Xuan. Her curves were soft and graceful, and a fluffy, snow-white fox tail slowly appeared from behind her, swaying gently and exuding a captivating charm.