Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

Qian Renxue's body was lifted into the air, letting out a short cry of surprise, which was then silenced by Yue Qingge's lips.

He placed her on the dressing table, the cool glass mirror pressing against her back, causing her to tremble slightly.

Yue Qingge stepped back a few inches and looked at Qian Renxue in front of her.

Her eyes were wet, as if they had been soaked in water, with a hint of red at the corners. Her lipstick had been smudged from the kisses, spreading from the lip line to the area around her lips.

Her bright red wedding dress hung disheveled on her body, its wide neckline revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin.

Snow Rabbit was half-undressed, her full curves faintly visible through the red fabric, rising and falling gently with her rapid breathing.

Her skirt billowed up, falling to her waist, revealing a pair of long, slender, fair legs. Yue Qingge watched this scene, feeling a sudden dryness in her mouth, her Adam's apple bobbing.

Qian Renxue gazed at him dreamily, her face flushed with a drunken blush, and guided Yue Qingge's hand, slowly placing it on her fair and plump thighs.

"How does it feel?"

Yue Qingge pressed his hand against her thigh, feeling its smoothness and warmth. His fingers slightly tightened, sinking into the soft flesh, leaving five shallow finger marks.

Qian Renxue smiled with satisfaction. Then, her arms wrapped around his neck like two supple snakes.

She tilted her head back, her face flushed with intoxication, her eyes sparkling, and her red lips parted slightly as she uttered the most surprising words.

"The front of the skirt... was specially cut."

She paused, then gently traced circles on the back of his neck with her finger. "Align with Angel's Cave—make sure."

In that instant, her divine holiness and arrogance vanished completely. The aloof and untouched Qian Renxue disappeared, her hand guiding Yue Qingge's, slowly probing into the warm edge of the cave that had been meant for him.

Could she feel his fingers trembling, or was it her own fingers trembling? She couldn't tell anymore.

She placed her palm on the back of his hand and slowly drew him closer.

Two delicate angel wings fluttered slightly, and shy petals trembled gently in the wind, welcoming his arrival.

Just as Daiyue Qingge was about to delve deeper, Qian Renxue tilted her head, smiled, and remained silent.

Her smile was full of slyness, and a hint of mischievousness that was hard to define. She grabbed Yue Qingge's wrist, forcefully stopping the hand that had already reached out to her.

Yue Qingge paused, raising her eyes to look at her. Qian Renxue tilted her head: "Husband, what should you call me?" "Wife."

Qian Renxue's eyelashes trembled, and a ripple appeared in her water-filled eyes, which finally blossomed into a stunning smile.

Having received a satisfactory answer, she willingly lifted the red seal. With a gentle flick of her finger, her skirt billowed, revealing her ample bosom to him without any concealment.

The inner part of the leg forms a captivating shape.

Two delicate, curved petals meet at a single point, forming a deep canyon and a half-open flower.

In the center, a moist, alluring glint could be faintly seen. It was a seductive abyss, a bottomless pit from which one would willingly sink. Yue Qingge kissed her.

Then he bent down, his fingers landing on the core, and slowly peeled back the layers of the angel cave.

The plump, fertile land resembled a freshly baked white steamed bun, exuding a warm aroma.

He just pressed it lightly.

"Mmm--" A soft, seductive murmur escaped from the corner of her mouth. Her body trembled slightly, her slender waist swayed involuntarily, and the red wedding dress billowed across her body, revealing more of her snow-white skin.

Her head was tilted back slightly, revealing a section of her fair neck, and her dreamy eyes were half-closed.

The sound of "uh-huh" still lingered in the air.

The little buns in the Angel Cave also eagerly cooperated with him, their soft, white flesh wrapping around Yue Qingge's fingers like buns. With just a slight movement, Qian Renxue's delicate body swayed along with him.

She opened her arms and hugged Yue Qingge. "Don't rush, everything is yours. Let me feel you properly." As soon as she finished speaking, she lay on Yue Qingge's shoulder, looked up at his profile, felt his warm breath, and subconsciously twitched her little nose.

She took a sniff; it was very unique and pleasant. Immediately, she felt something was amiss, and a blush instantly appeared on her delicate face as she quickly lowered her head.

However, she unconsciously sniffed again, feeling the calming effect of his scent. Even the negative emotions she had experienced due to the Angel God's assessment were slowly subsiding, as if gathering together, enjoying the peace of mind brought by Yue Qingge.

She didn't have any weird quirks; she just felt really comfortable. Yue Qingge naturally noticed her little actions but didn't do anything malicious, and the two stayed close like that for a long time.

Qian Renxue wiped the mess Yue Qingge had made on her lips clean, took his hand and pulled it slightly before kissing his cheek.

She muttered to herself, "I'm all ready."

Yue Qingge wasn't in a hurry. Qian Renxue enthusiastically guided him, and the snow rabbit he had been kneading was now much bigger than before. Seeing that he was having so much fun, Qian Renxue straightened her beautiful back and handed the plump snow rabbit to him.

"How is it? Since we parted and met again, you seem to have grown so much. Aren't you even softer and more overflowing than before?"

Her face radiated confidence, and her red lips seemed even happier than the rest of her body.

Yue Qingge looked at Qian Renxue, who was dressed in an elegant wedding gown. Seeing her turn away from the situation, she became even more excited. She completely grasped the snow rabbit with her five fingers, and with a little force, she let her fingers sink into the plump snow flesh. Then she kneaded it up and down and left and right.

His heart could fully sense that the dogwood in the middle had already stood tall and was quietly rising in accordance with his movements.

It even rubbed against her palm perfectly, causing Qian Renxue to let out intermittent muffled groans.

"Mmm...mmm~"

Hearing her response, Yue Qingge became even more aggressive. He aimed himself at the dogwood on his right, but his gaze trembled as he swept over Qian Renxue. The slender willow swayed constantly beside him, and the small bells tied to her ankles jingled softly.

Under Yue Qingge's caresses, the dogwood became even more luscious and alluring, and even the reaction it evoked in Qian Renxue gradually intensified.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Qian Renxue took the initiative to pinch the hem of her skirt. However, unlike Bai Chenxiang's innocence, her plump lips completely concealed the angelic cave deep inside.

Under Yue Qingge's burning gaze, she slowly opened her long-closed legs, the Angel Cave still glistening with moisture.

Just as Yue Qingge was about to reach out her finger to moisten the palace walls, Qian Renxue stopped her. She took the initiative to part the two pink and holy angel wings, revealing the layers of narrow and delicate folds.

"Under her husband's influence, she's completely soaked."

Chapter 144 Coming In Directly

Qian Renxue's pupils dilated slightly, and a tiny heart seemed to emerge deep within her usually indifferent eyes.

Her calm voice became increasingly sweet, each word thick with emotion: "Just... come in."

Upon hearing this, Yue Qingge stepped forward, completely eliminating the gap between them. He pressed his face against her softness, and through the thin wedding dress, he could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Qian Renxue stretched out her small, white porcelain hand, her fingertips slightly pink, and as she reached down, she grasped Yue Qingge's angry-looking farm tool.

The farm tools, with their bulging veins, throbbed in her palm. Her other hand reached down to her lower body, her middle and index fingers forming a scissor shape, slowly opening her angelic cave.

After all, even when it's already sufficiently moist, it's still quite troublesome to rush in.

She was doing something that required complete concentration. Guided, Yue Qingge slowly moved forward.

When she led him to touch that soft, silky flesh, for a fleeting moment, the angelic wings on either side fluttered like startled butterflies. Then, like a steamed bun, she enveloped him completely. Her embrace wasn't just a simple fit, but a hug that surged from all directions.

The jade wall of the Angel Cave seemed to possess its own will, carrying an extreme vortex-like pulling force, like a vortex devouring, dragging Yue Qingge's farm tools into that dark red abyss.

Ha~ha-—

Qian Renxue's breathing became noticeably heavier.

The pair of snow rabbits bounced up and down at the neckline of the wedding dress, each exhale accompanied by a slight tremor.

Her fair body trembled slightly with each thrust from Yue Qingge, and her voice became even more indistinct, as if coming through a layer of mist, vague and unclear, each word carrying an indescribable trailing tone: "Mmm...mmm..."

Qian Renxue wrapped her arms around his shoulders and interlocked her fingers behind his back, thus allowing Angel Cave to fully open up.

Each feather unfolded, taking in the swollen farm implement. It was a long and ritualistic process, until the enormous implement was completely submerged in the deep cave, leaving only a small section of the handle sticking out.

However, the delicate flesh inside the Angel Cave is extremely sensitive. Every inch of this flesh is covered by countless tiny nerve endings. The slightest touch will trigger waves of tingling electric shocks that spread from the depths of her body to her limbs.

He merely grazed and bumped her aside, and she trembled uncontrollably. It wasn't pain, but a feeling somewhere between pleasure and torment, a sensation that made her want to escape yet unable to resist.

Her delicate pink toes curled up involuntarily, tensing tightly. Even this alone left her completely outmatched, let alone able to move. Just thinking about it made Qian Renxue feel her reason beginning to be consumed by flames.

Waiting for the moon to lightly sing, she felt that her body had already adapted.

The hips began to move more, first tentatively retreating until they reached the edge of the angel cave.

He could feel those plump, alluring lips biting at him like a little mouth, trying to hold him back.

Then, using the damp road as a springboard, she mustered all her strength and surged forward. "Ah—!" Qian Renxue exclaimed in surprise.

The moment Yue Qingge moved forward, her brain felt as if it had been struck by something; a flash of white light appeared before her eyes, and all her thoughts were shattered.

Her body tensed abruptly, her slender waist arching backward. "Slow down...don't—"

Her voice was somewhat hurried, rising and falling with Yue Qingge's movements, soaring high one second and plummeting into the abyss the next.

"Ugh—!!"

"Why...why are you in such a hurry..."

Her voice carried a hint of sobbing and a touch of reproach, each word broken and fragmented by her panting breaths.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge halted his advance and stopped in front of the gate of the Other Shore Flower Palace at the deepest part of the palace. He slightly raised his head to look at the subtle expression on Qian Renxue's face.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on her fair face, and a tiny bead of sweat also clung to the tip of her nose.

Her lips were slightly parted, revealing her pink lips and neat pearly teeth, with traces of rouge still remaining on her red lips from the kiss.

Her eyes were half-open, her eyelids drooping, revealing only a sliver of hazy light. Yue Qingge's lips slowly curved into a smile, and then she began to move, advancing only slightly, yet it soothed Qian Renxue's heart.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she were saying something, but every sound turned into a seductive, bewitching chant.

"Mmm~ Ah~"

Then Yue Qingge repeated the process, retreating slightly and advancing again, once more prying open the seductive flesh that was about to close.

He expected Qian Renxue's reaction to be exactly the same, a dreamy murmur. But this time, Yue Qingge noticed some different details. Her fingers lightly traced his back, leaving a faint, almost imperceptible touch. Yue Qingge found it intriguing. He tried it again.

This time, the movements were deliberately slowed down, so that every inch of progress could be magnified infinitely, and every tremor of the tender flesh could be clearly perceived.

The change in rhythm also affected Qian Renxue's graceful movements, and her slender waist began to sway unconsciously.

She bit her lower lip tightly, suppressing the sound that was about to escape her lips. Yue Qingge, seeing her like this, felt a surge of mischief.

His movements became erratic, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. He would even pause at a certain depth for a moment before suddenly pulling away to the edge. Each change elicited a different reaction from Qian Renxue; when the movements were deep, her brows would furrow, and when they were shallow, her lips would purse slightly.

Seeing him so engrossed in his game, Qian Renxue felt both embarrassed and annoyed. She weakly punched his chest twice with her clenched fist. "You just... only care about playing by yourself..."

She was using the last ounce of her strength to protest. Soft and sweet, with a coquettish charm that made one's heart itch unbearably.

"I...I feel really uncomfortable...I'm stuck in this limbo..."

She paused, gathering the strength to say the next sentence. Her red lips pouted slightly in dissatisfaction.

"Hurry up... um... just that one..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, more and more indistinct, until finally only a string of indistinct murmurs remained.

She glanced down at the point where the two were connected.

The grotesque farm tools were half-embedded in her angelic cave, stretching her pink spring to its maximum.

The edges of the spring were stretched thin, almost transparent, and one could vaguely see the tender, pink flesh wriggling inside.

Following her gaze, Yue Qingge naturally saw it too, and in an instant, his eyebrows curved into a smile, and a mischievous grin appeared on his face.

"What do you mean, my wife? I... don't quite understand." As soon as he finished speaking, he twitched again.

The sudden attack made Qian Renxue's body bounce violently.

Chapter 145 I Want It

She had learned from past mistakes.

This time, she suppressed the sudden surge of emotion, tightly locking the words that were about to escape her lips in her throat.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes were moist, and she seemed to be enduring something enormous, about to overflow.

She pouted, looking at him pitifully, her eyes like those of a kitten that had been teased by its owner for too long: "It's...it's that one..."

She mumbled something indistinctly, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles in front of him. Seeing Yue Qingge's mischievous grin, his eyes were full of teasing and mischief, showing no intention of playing along.

Her face grew increasingly red. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and said, "I...I want my husband's love..."

She closed her eyes, afraid to look at him, lest she be so ashamed that she would want to disappear into the ground if she saw his mischievous grin.

Yue Qingge absorbed every single word into her heart.

His smile faded slightly, replaced by a serious expression. His hand slid from her waist to her back, along her spine, and pulled her closer to him.

This time, he chose a very common rhythm of eight shallow and two deep beats.

Eight shallow disturbances that hovered just on the edge, followed by two deep impacts that plunged straight into the abyss palace.

Feeling the extreme warmth inside the angel cave, Yue Qingge couldn't help but increase her speed.

The eight shallow and two deep sections became six shallow and two deep sections, then four shallow and two deep sections, and finally, each section became deep, reaching the deepest, most secluded shore.

He broke through the deepest palace of the other shore flower little by little.