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

It was a narrow and delicate passage. With each impact, the ring would open slightly, as if hesitating whether to let him in, and then quickly tighten again in the next second.

The swift attack overwhelmed the damp palace walls.

The delicate pink palace walls began to turn slightly red, and after being rubbed for too long, they shone with a radiant luster from being congested.

Under his skillful attacks, Qian Renxue began to retreat steadily. Not physically, but with her last shred of composure.

Her body remained in the same spot, but her consciousness had been shattered by each impact.

Each fragment reflected her dazed, surrendered state. Soon, the palace wall began to convulse, twitching wildly as if in a final, desperate struggle.

The spasm began at the deepest part of the Palace of the Other Shore Flower, spreading inward, passing through the palace gates of the flower stamen, reaching every inch of alluring flesh, and finally reaching the entire Angel Cave.

This caused the delicate flesh that had emerged from the angel cave to twitch uncontrollably. Those downy, fleshy buds were now trembling wildly, each one quivering with a tingling, electric-like sensation that shot straight to the top of her head.

"Ah—!" Qian Renxue's voice suddenly rose, "The bottom—!"

Her eyes widened abruptly, her pupils trembling violently for a moment. "Okay, okay~ Hmm—!"

She was starting to ramble incoherently, becoming even more out of control, "I want to... die of beauty!"

Her voice carried an almost frenzied quality, completely abandoning all restraint and shame.

She was on the verge of climax and could feel that thing approaching. The spreading, pervasive pleasure was about to engulf her completely.

In her haste, she blurted out all her joy, words she would never normally utter, which poured out of her mouth like a flood.

The inner roads were filled with struggle and congestion.

It was a contradictory reaction; her body was desperately contracting, trying to push the intruder out.

On the other hand, her sensitive flesh was frantically sucking, trying to drag him even deeper.

This contradiction created a strange sense of strangulation, violently engulfing Yue Qingge's farm tools.

Mixed with the glistening moisture, it made a gurgling sound.

In the quiet room, it was exceptionally clear, like a warm, primal ballad.

Each gurgling sound was accompanied by a deeper dive, and each deeper dive brought a cheer from Qianrenxue. The sound of the water and the sound of the water intertwined, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

Immediately, Yue Qingge launched a fierce attack.

This strike used all his strength, producing a crisp "snap." The swollen farm tool completely disappeared before his eyes, leaving no gap, its crown-shaped tip like a battering ram, slamming hard into the deepest part of the other shore's palace.

Qian Renxue's defenses had completely collapsed, and the last small door crumbled under this fierce attack.

It no longer had the strength to close up; it could only helplessly remain wide open. A city, unable to resist after its gates were breached, finally overflowed with a vast expanse of water.

It gushed forth from the depths of the Palace of the Red Spider Lily, with an unstoppable force, washing over every inch of the rubbed, reddened flesh, accompanied by the gurgling sound of water, and surging outwards together.

One wave after another, one higher than the next, before the previous wave has completely receded, the next wave has already eagerly surged up.

They intertwined and pushed against each other, playing a grand symphony. "Wow--!"

Qian Renxue's voice broke free of its restraints. "Ah—! Ah ah—! Ang—!" Her voice grew increasingly passionate, carrying a near-collapse-like excitement as if she were about to fly to the sky.

However, Yue Qingge had some doubts.

Why does her voice have some overlapping sounds? It doesn't feel like listening to a single voice, it's more like surround sound?

Yes, it was as if he were surrounded by countless snow-capped peaks, her voice coming from all directions simultaneously—her voice in his left ear, her voice in his right ear, her voice in front of and behind him. But he quickly dismissed this question. He had no time to think about such things.

He looked at Qian Renxue in his arms. She was completely dazed and confused, her eyes unfocused, her pupils unfocused, her lips slightly parted, and a trickle of saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Her face was covered in tear stains, as if she had been crying sometime during the night. The tears and sweat mixed together, leaving wet streaks on her face.

He lifted her from the dressing table, her legs dangling limply at his sides, swaying gently with his steps.

He wanted to place her on the soft couch beside him, and as he passed by, the angel cave was still slowly drooping downwards.

The crystalline liquid stretched out in a thin thread from the forked end, swaying and drifting in the air.

Then, with a soft "plop," a drop of liquid fell to the ground, creating a small splash.

Qian Renxue lay comfortably on the soft couch, not wanting to open her eyes.

The coolness of the brocade quilt pressed against her burning, snowy skin, causing her to let out a soft sigh.

Her breathing was slowly calming down, changing from rapid and disordered to long and steady.

She could feel Yue Qingge's hand constantly groping over her wedding dress. His hand wandered back and forth across her slender waist, as if something was blocking his path, preventing him from reaching where he wanted to go.

Chapter 146 Half-concealed, half-revealed

Qian Renxue propped herself up and knelt on the soft couch with her legs together, slightly turned to one side.

Just as she was about to take off the cumbersome wedding dress, Yue Qingge quickly reached out to stop her.

He pressed her fingers down, and Qian Renxue looked at him in confusion, her brows furrowing slightly: "Isn't it inconvenient?"

Her voice still carried the lingering hoarseness from the previous performance.

Yue Qingge waved her hand: "Xiao Xue, with her wedding dress on, makes me even more excited."

His gaze fell on her; her wedding dress was now in disarray, the red silk crumpled into a ball, hanging loosely on her body, revealing large expanses of her fair skin.

Her neckline was completely open, exposing her delicate collarbones and rounded shoulders to the air without any concealment.

Qian Renxue frowned slightly and gave up the idea of ​​taking off her clothes. She muttered softly, "I really don't know... who gave you these quirks."

There was no real complaint in those mutterings, only a kind of indulgent indulgence, as she knelt weakly on the soft couch.

Her skirt spread out behind her, blooming behind her, and her front was completely open, revealing her full breasts and the tips of her nipples, which were slightly raised from the stimulation just now.

Her clothes slipped off her shoulders and hung loosely on her arm, teetering on the verge of falling completely off at any moment.

The entire weight of the wedding dress rests on the slender waist tie and the bulge that flares out downwards.

The two ripe peach-shaped mounds firmly supported the weight of her upper body, pressing two deep indentations into the soft couch.

As Qian Renxue's eyes darted around, she caught sight of his scrutinizing gaze. She knew all too well the fire burning in those eyes.

A slight smile played on her lips, her voice languid and alluring: "This time... what position do you want to position me in?"

But the light in her eyes betrayed the rapid beating of her heart. Yue Qingge smiled without speaking, and slowly flipped her over. Then, with a "snap,"...

His palm landed on her drum, the sound crisp and clear. The moment the palm struck, the round drum trembled slightly like jelly, rippling outwards in soft waves. "How about—you lie down?"

Qian Renxue glanced at him with captivating charm, a look that held expectation and a fatal allure that only he could understand.

She pouted coquettishly and slowly bent down.

Her movements were slow, as if giving him ample time to appreciate. Her slender waist bent low, the red wedding gown slipping down her back, revealing her smooth, jade-like spine and the curve of her spine. Her face was buried in the brocade quilt, only half of her pink earlobe visible. Her hands were clasped on the pillow, raised high.

There was a row of small hills, and seeing her swaying, Yue Qingge couldn't help but slap her again.

"Snapped--"

With another sound, the drum deformed slightly under his palm, leaving a shallow palm print, before quickly springing back to its original shape in the next second.

Qian Renxue was no longer the naive little girl she once was. She consciously raised her round, delicate breasts slightly to make it easier for him to pick them.

Her slender waist pressed down, forming a beautiful curve.

However, to be fair, from the back, the steamed buns from the elementary school looked completely different from those from the front.

From the front, the fertile land looked like a small hill.

From behind, the two white angel wings were completely closed, concealing the deep cave inside.

Between the two wings, an almost invisible line locked away the secret. Even the adorable, plump lips seemed about to overflow. Those pink, fleshy lips shyly peeked at the outside world. They were slightly engorged with blood from the earlier stimulation, giving them an alluring pinkish-red hue.

Yue Qingge grabbed a petal in one hand.

His fingers, embedded in the elastic path, pulled the two drums apart.

With his movements, the closed, plump lips were slowly parted, revealing the moist, glistening angelic cave within.

Between the two wings, glistening silver threads still clung. Yue Qingge, supporting the farm tools, turned on the water line.

The coronal fin touched the still slightly pulsating spring, gently tapped it, and instantly the silver thread broke, turning into a few crystal-clear water droplets.

Then he walked straight away.

This time, the entry was smoother than any before.

The Angel Cave had been thoroughly lubricated; the jade walls were as smooth as if they had been oiled. His farm tools slid in almost without any resistance, moving smoothly until they disappeared completely.

At that moment, he felt an even greater strangulation from the Angel Cave. This prone position, with his buttocks spread wide and his body completely relaxed, subtly altered the structure of the Angel Cave, making it appear deeper and narrower.

Heaps of alluring flesh came biting in without hesitation.

They no longer clung to him meekly, but attacked him with a greedy and aggressive urge.

Every inch of her flesh was like a small mouth full of tiny teeth, opening and closing as it gnawed at his farm tools.

From top to bottom, from left to right, from front to back, not a single inch was overlooked, and every fold and wrinkle of flesh was filled with every groove of the farm implement.

They fit snugly into the farm tools, fitting into the specially designed keyholes without the slightest gap.

Sliding little by little, eroding bit by bit.

The sensitive nerve endings in Yue Qingge's coronal region were fully activated. Every inch of her alluring flesh writhed, every fold contracted. All sensations were captured by the countless nerve endings in his coronal region, amplified, and then, like a lightning bolt, cleaved through his consciousness along his spine. Pleasure soared straight to the heavens from the point of connection.

The melodious and ethereal voice of Qian Renxue surrounded Yue Qingge's ears. Her fingers unconsciously tightened, sinking completely into the soft, white jade-like skin. She also casually folded up the excess skirt to cover Qian Renxue's beautiful back.

Qian Renxue's slender waist trembled slightly in his palm, as if a sensitive string had been touched, and her long, flowing golden hair rippled in the air.

Then he frantically drove stakes into the muddy road, knocking Qian Renxue in front of him so hard she was about to fall, especially her tight snow rabbit hanging upside down.

As Yue Qingge struck, the pointed, ruby-red dogwood petals streaked through the air, each arc drawing a dazzling, mesmerizing curve.

With each movement, that crimson hue shimmered in the candlelight, like ripe cherries swaying gently in the wind, tempting one to pick them.

"Too fast... Slow down..."

Qian Renxue struggled to turn her face to the side, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the protest that came out of her cherry lips was three parts resentment and seven parts softness.

Chapter 147 A Hesitant Refusal

Her beautiful golden eyes were misty with tears, and her gaze shifted between a mixture of reproach and joy, as if even she herself couldn't tell whether she was resisting or yearning.

Her slender neck was slightly raised, her Adam's apple bobbing in a captivating curve, and every inch of her fair skin glowed with a delicate pink hue.

Yue Qingge looked at Qian Renxue's struggling and protesting profile. Her alluring demeanor, which seemed to both refuse and welcome, made the corners of his lips curl up slightly. He then retreated to the entrance of her plump lips, slowly rubbing against the edge, deliberately letting those sensitive folds feel his presence little by little, yet he was reluctant to give her satisfaction.

Qian Renxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pearly teeth unknowingly left a faint tooth mark on her red lips.

Sensing his change, Qian Renxue thought he was being considerate in letting her relax. She had just breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense nerves hadn't had time to relax while she was still in mid-air.

"Ah ...

In an instant, a beautiful, soft silver sound escaped from the corner of her bewildered mouth. The sound was as melodious as a nightingale singing in a valley, yet it also carried a hint of broken trembling.

Her face flushed red like a newly blooming peony, her beautiful eyes rolled slightly upwards, revealing a patch of white, her golden pupils lost focus in a daze, and she was frozen in mid-air as if struck by an electric current.

It turned out that Yue Qingge, while she was easing up, lingered for a moment before thrusting her rod into the cave, instantly knocking away all the sensitive folds that had returned to their original state.

It filled every nerve along the way, stretching every fold to its limit. The feeling of being completely occupied made Qian Renxue's toes curl up involuntarily, and her ten jade toes twitched slightly in the air.

He even charged headlong into the deepest part of the Other Shore Flower Palace, where the palace walls began to secrete viscous spiritual liquid, gradually enveloping him.

The gurgling sound of water lingered in the palace, reluctant to leave. The sound was tender and sticky, like spring rain falling into a pond, making one blush. Staying there quietly, Yue Qingge's breathing gradually became heavier, her chest rising and falling against Yue Qingge's slightly sweaty back. Yue Qingge could feel Yue Qingge's heart pounding rapidly in her chest. Both of them rested for this moment, but with a slight stir from Yue Qingge, the palace walls writhed rapidly, contracting like a startled mimosa.

Qian Renxue's drum rose and fell repeatedly, convulsing uncontrollably. Her supporting arm twitched and went limp, her ten slender fingers leaving wrinkles on the soft couch.

"Ha...ha...ha~"

The collapse of her forelimbs allowed her to make perfect close contact with the soft couch, her cheeks buried in the brocade.

This caused her jade basket to rise again, while Yue Qingge's farming tools remained inside. However, with each rise and fall, she could no longer hold on and collapsed like spring water.

In an instant, the tide within the palace surged towards Yue Qingge, the warm current hitting Yue Qingge's weak points precisely, then enveloping him and rubbing against every crease.

The feeling of being tightly and instantly sucked almost made him lose his mind. Qian Renxue's body instinctively tried to hold him back, every inch of her alluring flesh telling a story of reluctance to part.

Yue Qingge stopped suppressing himself, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly. He erupted in the depths of Qian Renxue's tide, and at that moment his consciousness went blank, leaving only the most primal... surging within his body.

The white spiritual liquid landed precisely on her most vulnerable spot, wave after wave, irrigating that secret realm that only he could touch. It trembled continuously in his palm, every inch of her snow-white skin shaking slightly.

After the several streams of spiritual liquid were completely poured in, he slowly withdrew. However, at this final moment, Qian Renxue's small mouth bit him tightly, refusing to let him leave. Her pink spring seemed to have a life of its own, tightly holding it in, as if silently protesting this separation.

With a final, crisp pop, Yue Qingge had just left between the two when the viscous spiritual liquid, mixed with glistening flower dew, flowed from the Angel Cave, dripping onto the brocade and staining it with mottled streaks of water.

Watching Qian Renxue slowly relax on the soft couch, her breathing gradually becoming calm and her shoulders rising and falling rhythmically, Yue Qingge pressed down on her without hesitation. The two leaned against each other, and he could feel the warmth emanating from her body, as well as the faint fragrance mixed with sweat and flower dew.

Qian Renxue glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, a look filled with shyness and reproach. Feeling ashamed of her previous behavior, she buried her head in the pillow, her ears turning blush, revealing a section of her neck that looked elegant and delicate.