Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

"The smell of moonlight..."

He suddenly turned his head to look at the sky, his golden eyes narrowed slightly.

The clouds spread out like gauze, emitting a pearly glow. A ray of silvery-white moonlight penetrated the night sky, flowing down like water, and condensed into tiny light dust in the air.

A bright figure walked on the moon.

Fairy Lingyue's purple and white clothes flowed in the moonlight, her long silver hair fell like a river of stars, the jade embellishments in her hair swayed gently with her steps, and every step seemed to bloom an ice lotus in the void.

"Husband."

Her voice was as clear as frost and snow, yet it carried a hint of tenderness that only Dou Ya could capture.

The jade feet wrapped in embroidered shoes lightly touched the moonlight and floated down towards him.

Douya raised his hand and steadily caught the falling girl, and his long and strong arms wrapped around her slender waist that was so thin that it could be grasped with one hand.

The two looked at each other, and Ling Yue's gentle eyes suddenly became sharp.

"This woman's delicate fragrance, my husband, is taking a break from his busy schedule and enjoying himself."

Douya didn't dodge or evade, letting her cold fingertips brush across his skin. Instead, he tightened his arms and pulled the person into his arms.

"Jealous?"

Ling Yue raised the corners of her lips slightly, but the smile did not reach her eyes, "I'm just curious..."

"How many beauties can this heart weighing ten taels hold?"

"The only thing that is certain is that my Ling Yue will always be in there."

The frost in Ling Yue's eyes melted slightly, but she still turned her face away, "Slippery tongue."

In the moonlight, her white jade-like earlobes were faintly crimson, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

Douya smiled and tightened his arms, resting his chin in her hair.

The night wind blew, and the two people's long hair intertwined into a lingering Milky Way under the moon.

The sound of a night watchman sounded in the distance, startling a few nightingales, which fluttered off to fly towards the full moon.

Chapter 172 Fairy’s Cultivation

An autumn rain came unexpectedly.

The sound of dripping rain came from far away and got closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye, it fell all over the Mountain Teeth City.

Raindrops hit the green tiles on the eaves, splashing tiny water droplets, weaving a hazy rain curtain outside the window lattice.

The candlelight in the hall flickered, casting the figures of the two people on the gauze curtain.

After a passionate fight, Dou Ya leaned lazily on the head of the bed, holding Ling Yue in his arms.

Her silver hair fell on her shoulders, revealing her skin as smooth as snow.

Douya's fingers tangled in her hair intermittently, while his other hand gently stroked the curve of her waist.

Ling Yue squinted her eyes and looked out the window. The raindrops were gleaming in the night, like countless silver threads hanging down.

A warm feeling came from her abdomen. The extremely satisfied wife raised her eyes leisurely and looked at her husband who was admiring her charming appearance.

"Mei, girl, when are you going to eat it?"

Douya was slightly startled by the sudden question, but he quickly reacted.

There was a "pop" sound, and Ling Yue let out a hum of embarrassment.

"Don't mention the other women when we're alone."

Looking at Douya speaking his lines, Lingyue gritted her teeth.

The dangerous "crunching" sound that came out of the red lips and the exposed fangs immediately made Douya surrender and said, "Are you kidding? Why are you talking about this now?"

"You still have the nerve to ask me?"

Ling Yue glanced at Dou Ya, then turned her head away, too lazy to look at the shameless bastard who was taking advantage of the situation.

Douya looked at the tense lines of her face and recalled the scene of dinner tonight.

The girl Mei was wearing a cherry-colored skirt and was circling around Lingyue like a happy little bird.

Although she called me "Sister", those almond-shaped eyes always glanced at me inadvertently.

The admiration in those eyes was so strong that it could be pulled out of silk threads.

No wonder Ling Yue chose to speak frankly. The honest Dou Ya spoke out his true feelings.

"How about you two get together tonight?"

"You want to die, you bastard!"

Ling Yue frowned, pinched Dou Ya's vital points with her delicate hands, and immediately and firmly controlled them.

The wet feeling on her soft hand made her face slightly red, and her sharp eyes softened a little.

The woman, who was in a dilemma, said firmly, "Don't push me any further!"

Douya nodded repeatedly, trying hard to put on an appearance of "I'm obedient, please let me go."

Ling Yue hummed softly, her long silver eyelashes drooping slightly, temporarily sparing Dou Ya's life.

She stood up gracefully, picked up a snow-white robe and draped it over her shoulders.

The moonlight filtered through the thin, close-fitting fabric, outlining her graceful waistline, and her long legs were faintly visible between the hem of her robe.

Douya followed closely behind her, his gaze seemed to be full of warmth as it swept across her slender waist inch by inch.

He lingered on the slender curve that could be held in one hand, then went down along the slender line of her legs, and finally stopped at her slightly red ankle.

"Have you seen enough?"

Ling Yue stopped in front of the hot spring, and when she looked back, her silver hair swept across his chest.

Her eyes looked even more blurry in the mist, with a lingering blush at the corners of her eyes.

Douya put his arm around her waist and chuckled, "I can't get enough of it."

“Can never get enough.”

"Humph, you're always more sincere with your body than your mouth when it comes to love affairs."

Ling Yue brushed away Dou Ya's hand and continued walking towards the hot spring.

Douya looked at her back as she walked towards the hot spring, a happy arc appearing at the corner of his lips.

In the moonlight, the white robe seemed to glow, making her look like a fairy from the Moon Palace, and she was clearly imbued with his scent.

This is the practice of fairies!

In the hot steam of the hot spring, Ling Yue lightly lifted the belt of her clothes with her slender fingers, and her snow-white robe slid off her shoulders like flowing water.

The tip of your toes lightly touches the water surface, creating ripples.

She slowly submerged her slender legs into the water, and the warm spring water flowed over her jade-like skin, creating a slight blush.

As Ling Yue stepped into the pool, ripples appeared on the water surface.

The spring water gradually flowed over her slender waist and sank into the depression at her waist.

The long silver hair poured down like moonlight, floating on the water and intertwining with the steaming mist.

When the water finally covered her delicate collarbone, she let out a light breath, her golden eyes becoming even more blurred in the mist.

A few strands of unruly hair stuck to the side of her neck, making the skin there look even whiter like jade.

The petals floating on the water swayed gently with her movements. A few petals clinged playfully to her shoulders and were then gently carried away by the current.

Then, bang.

Dou Ya jumped into the pool, splashing water like broken jade.

Before Ling Yue could react, she was hit by a sudden wave of water.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, and when she opened them again, Douya's handsome face with a wicked smile was right in front of her.

Drops of water dripped down his knife-like jaw, and a few drops happened to fall on her trembling eyelashes.

"you--"

Ling Yue was about to explode, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Douya chuckled and pushed his beloved wife against the edge of the pool, sealing her red lips.

The rippling water waves could not calm down for a long time, and they emitted tiny silver lights under the moonlight.

It was not until midnight, when the bright moon reached the zenith, that the hot spring pool gradually returned to calm.

Ling Yue leaned lazily in Dou Ya's arms, her eyes half closed, with undried water droplets still hanging on her long eyelashes, trembling slightly with her breathing.

She turned her head slightly and met Douya's focused gaze, which reflected the moonlight and her blushing face.

"Mei, Ruya, Ziyan, and that witch, etc. If you think you have the ability to satisfy everyone..."

Ling Yue spoke slowly, but Dou Ya's heart was pounding.

“You can bring them into your home.”

"But if you can't satisfy me, you know the consequences."

Douya looked at the fairy girl in his arms who was smiling dangerously, and felt that the warm spring water was a little cold.

He laughed dryly and hugged her tighter, "As a husband, I only want you, my wife..."

"late!"

Ling Yue reached out and touched his lips, a hint of unwillingness and resentment flashing in her eyes.

"Now that you've said it, you're still wavering..." She rolled over and pressed him against the edge of the pool. "Let me see, my fickle husband, how much 'ability' is left?"

Under the moonlight, the water surface that had just returned to calm began to ripple again, startling the nightingale resting by the pond and causing it to flap its wings and fly away again.

And a certain big demon who brought trouble upon himself will probably not escape "severe torture" tonight.

All I can say is that the Neidan Method and the Art of Sexual Deeds will have to continue to launch version 2.0.

The warm morning sun poured down from the clouds, and its golden light dispelled the dampness of the night rain.