Fairy, help me cultivate.

!

Chen Yao stammered, "Where did you send me off..."

Unexpectedly, Yuanhe suddenly reached into his chest and, with a flick of her slender fingers, pulled out a pair of purple lace panties.

She smugly said, "Hmph, it's a good thing you brought you with you, otherwise I'd beat you up!"

Chen Yao glanced at her: "How did you know I've been carrying it with me all this time... I thought you'd forgotten..."

Yuanhe glared at him, stuffed the lace panties into his arms, and straightened her clothes: "Back then, when you were bitten by the Devouring Beast and the fire poison attacked your heart, your senior sister didn't care about anything else in her desperation and used pure yin underwear wrapped with fire-suppressing ointment to remove the fire poison for you. How could I forget?"

She picked up her wine glass and drank it all, her beautiful eyes glazed over. Her red lips, stained with bite marks, drew close to Chen Yao's ear, and she whispered, "When have I ever shown my personal belongings to anyone else? But since it was you, I just assumed you got them. As for... how I knew you'd been carrying them all this time..."

She smiled slyly: "Don't think that I didn't notice how you were secretly pleased that I forgot to ask for your underpants back then... Besides, Senior Sister Yun Li has a better figure than me and is younger, so of course I had to test whether you'd found a new sister and forgotten your old one..."

He initially thought Yuanhe was kind-hearted. When the two were in dire straits with the ravenous beast, she couldn't bear to die, so she took off her underpants, which were stained with her pure yin essence, to help him... He never expected that she had such a deeper intention.

At this moment, Yuanhe's plump and mature body was almost pressed against Chen Yao's shoulder. He felt as if he was wrapped in a soft, creamy substance, and his mouth was dry.

Although she was gentle and considerate before, she had never been so... unconcerned about details as she is today.

"Xiaoyao..."

Yuanhe gazed at Chen Yao.

Chen Yao responded in a low voice.

“My sister is already fifty-eight years old…and has been cultivating for fifty-four years. Apart from my master, who has long since passed away, I have never been as close to anyone as you. Now, you have truly protected my sister. My sister…actually, I didn’t want to work so hard…”

Hearing her say that, Chen Yao's eyes twitched. No, sister, do I still need to rely on others?

Yuanhe suddenly burst into tears: "I thought you would always be with me... so I didn't care what you wanted... but who would have thought that those lowly maids from Hanyu Peak would take you away!"

She wrapped her arms around Chen Yao, her breasts enveloping his body, soft and tender.

The rich aroma pressed against his face, and Chen Yao felt it was even more intoxicating than wine.

"After you left, how much I missed you! Who knew that misfortune would come again, the Beast Taming Pavilion was framed by spies from the Demonic Sect, and I really don't know what to do..."

She rubbed her jade-like face against Chen Yao's cheek: "Thank goodness, thank goodness, Xiao Yao hasn't forgotten her sister, Xiao Yao is back..."

Chen Yao was surprised to find himself so important in Yuan He's heart, and was somewhat bewildered as he was enveloped in her gentle warmth.

Chapter Twelve: You Little Rascal, Why Didn't You Knock?

"Sis, you're drunk..."

Chen Yao felt Yuan He's plump and voluptuous figure getting hot, and he himself was getting hot too.

Yuanhe, however, did not let go. Yu Rou rubbed her face against his and shook her head, saying, "Xiao Yao, many things can only be said or done when you're drunk... You will eventually leave, and perhaps you will never come back..."

"No, it won't happen..."

Round lotus-shaped fingers were placed on Chen Yao's lips, sealing his words: "Life is unpredictable, no one can be certain... Sister loves these spirit beasts and will never leave the Beast Taming Pavilion in her life. But Xiao Yao is like a dragon eagle soaring in the nine heavens, he cannot be caged... Sister does not want to leave any regrets."

Chen Yao turned his head and met Yuan He's gaze.

In Yuanhe's gentle and dreamy eyes, there was a deep longing, helplessness, and unspeakable emotions.

Chen Yao was stunned.

When did she start...?

Yuanhe seemed to read the question in his eyes. She reached out and smoothed the stray strands of hair that had fallen from her face as she rubbed them, and smiled gently: "Back then, I was focused on the affairs of the Beast Taming Pavilion. Although I enjoyed the feeling of managing everything in an orderly manner, I also had my share of loneliness."

She held Chen Yao's hand, her skin soft and slightly damp: "I don't know why, but the first time I met you, I felt a sense of closeness to you. Later, you were meticulous in your work, yet you were also close to me and took care of me. I treated you like my own younger brother."

"until……"

"Until?" Chen Yao began to wonder how he had unknowingly won over this mature, workaholic woman.

Yuanhe tapped his chest: "Until the Devouring Beast went berserk and you stepped forward, I felt that my feelings for you as a brother had changed somewhat..."

"Moreover, today..."

She didn't continue, but looked earnestly into Chen Yao's eyes: "Xiao Yao, could you give me another massage? I feel so tired~ Heh~"

Startled by the rich, sweet scent emanating from her mottled red lips, Chen Yao couldn't help but lean in and kiss her sweet red lips.

Yuanhe opened her eyes, but was instantly rendered limp by the electric current flowing across her lips. Her delicate hands climbed onto Chen Yao's shoulders.

She began to open her soft red lips, which met and tugged at Chen Yao's lips, making a squeaking sound.

The two became more and more entangled.

Chen Yao felt as if she had been trapped in a mass of liquid fat.

Yuanhe started panting.

After a long while, the two separated, panting heavily.

The fine strands between the lips and teeth stretched and broke.

With her eyes glazed over, Yuanhe met Chen Yao's gaze, panting heavily. She reached out her jade-like fingers to wipe the saliva from her chin and then sucked on her even more mottled red lips.

Chen Yao saw this and hugged her tighter again, and the two kissed passionately.

They didn't separate completely until they had difficulty breathing.

"sister……"

Chen Yao smacked his lips.

Yuanhe responded shyly, "Hmm?"

"I'm giving my sister a massage..."

Yuanhe bit her lower lip with her upper teeth and nodded: "Okay..."

She slowly rose, and with a flick of her slender fingers, lifted her outer garment.

The verdant gauze dress drifted down to the floor like a wisp of mist.

Her mature and beautiful body appeared even more voluptuous, and she rubbed her feet together, taking off her embroidered shoes.

Under Chen Yao's burning gaze, she turned and smiled, bent over, her full breasts trembling as if about to burst, and with her slender fingers hooked the top of her white socks, gently pulling them down. Her fair and pinkish jade feet then slid out.

Her fair and delicate toes wiggled and rubbed together.

"Come here, Xiaoyao."

Yuanhe lay on the bed, propping her chin up with a pillow, and looked at Chen Yao expectantly.

Chen Yao got up and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He gazed at her mature and beautiful face, as smooth as jade, and held his breath, his eyes lingering on her fair and tender skin, outlining her extremely voluptuous features.

Compared to Yunli's beauty, Yuanhe was more mature and breathtakingly soft.

"uh-huh?"

Round, jade-like neck twisted, and she turned her beautiful face to the side: "Why aren't you moving?"

Chen Yao first took her soft, boneless hand and gently kneaded it inch by inch.

Yuanhe hummed comfortably, "Where's the ghee?"

Chen Yao then remembered that he had forgotten to apply oil. He took out a bottle from his storage bag, opened the cap, poured the oil onto his hands, and gently applied it to Yuan He's jade-like hands and lotus-like arms.

Her fair skin shone with a delicate luster, making her exceptionally alluring.

Chen Yao's fingers slid across her skin, creating gurgling waves.

After massaging his feet with his arms, he finally held up the feet he had been longing for.

Yuanhe's jade feet were slightly larger than Yunli's, appearing plump and sturdy, and paired with her short, rounded toes, they looked even more endearing and cute.

Chen Yao first gently stroked her feet, her fingertips gliding over her round, pink heels, flowing over the soles of her feet, sinking into the gaps between her toes, touching her delicate, pink little toes, and climbing up her jade-white instep with its slightly bluish veins.

Smooth ankles.

"Giggle~ It's so itchy~"

Yuanhe giggled, but didn't pull her foot away from his grasp: "I never let you massage my feet before because I'm too ticklish~"

"You'll get used to it after a while," Chen Yao said, drizzling jade-colored ghee onto her beautiful, delicate toes.

The shimmering ghee flowed down to her toes, piling up before overflowing between them. After filling the gaps, it trickled down her tender white instep and slightly red, wrinkled sole. Finally, several streams converged at her round, pink heel, forming a sticky, silky liquid.

Chen Yao caught the silk liquid, held her heel, and gently rubbed and played with it.

Then, he spread ghee evenly on Yuanhe's two beautiful feet, grasped her ankles, and stroked her soft, white calves.

The calves have a perfect curve, making them appear long and slender. After being coated in ghee, they look as tempting as milk sticks dipped in syrup.

Chen Yao gently played with Yuanhe's tender feet, and with each touch, Yuanhe let out a soft moan. Her little toes were spread wide open, making her incredibly cute.

Chen Yao couldn't help but tap her tender feet, pinching them between his index finger and thumb, and gently rotating them.

"Hmm~ Why are you playing like this, Haruka? It tickles!"

The round lotus leaves sway gently, a beautiful foot protesting.

Hearing her ambiguous moan, Chen Yao felt his manhood was about to burst.

After playing with her beautiful feet for a while, he gently stroked Yuanhe's calves, and the jade-like flesh on her calves was smoothed out by his strokes.

He reached his hands inside the hem of his skirt, which was already pulled up to his knees.

Yuanhe glanced back at him, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her still-drunk eyes: "Wait a minute~"

She first pulled the blanket over herself, and then, amidst the surging waves, a fragrant tangle of clothing was pushed out from the seams of the blanket.

Chen Yao took a deep breath, gently folded the brocade quilt, covering only Yuanhe's buttocks.

Her hands slowly moved upwards and inwards from her tender, plump thighs.

He felt his hands sink into a soft, trembling fullness.

She was breathing more heavily, her thighs gradually parted, and her slender hand reached out to grab her.

Just as the two were about to get intimate, the door was suddenly pushed open with a loud bang.

Yun Li burst in with a bang.

"..."