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

Her fair, jade-like feet paused in mid-air, her toes slightly...

They curled up, like shy flowers closing their petals.

But she stopped halfway through.

"I...I don't know how." Her voice was barely audible.

A hint of a smile flashed in Yue Qingge's eyes. "Then let me guide Mom."

The voice just fell.

His soul power erupted!

An invisible force swept by, and the wine-red velvet on Qian Renxue's body instantly dissipated, turning into pieces of light and shadow that drifted down to the side of the couch.

Immediately afterwards, he also took off all his clothes.

The movements were fluid and precise, without any ambiguity.

Qian Renxue felt a chill run through her. She looked down at herself.

That skin as smooth as jade, that firm, upright snow-white breast, and that inverted triangle of the girl's treasure...

Everything was exposed to him without any concealment.

She quickly covered it with her hands.

One hand covered the snow rabbit, and the other hand covered the Angel's Cave.

But she could only cover one area, leaving the other completely exposed.

The plump snow rabbit breasts became even more prominent under the pressure of her arms.

That fair, inverted triangle-shaped area could never be completely covered.

"you....."

She had barely opened her mouth when her lips were sealed again.

"Since Mom doesn't know how," Yue Qingge's lips pressed against hers, her voice low and deep.

"Don't try to instruct me."

His lips covered mine again, but this time, his hands were also busy.

The unsheathed spirit sword contained supreme divine power, its crisscrossing meridians revealing a slightly ferocious appearance.

It was beside her, and the scalding heat made her feel all over.

"No...don't kiss me anymore," Qian Renxue finally managed to pull away from his lips, panting as she spoke.

...It's not the mouth...

Yue Qingge nodded.

He stopped attacking her lips, but he didn't let her go either.

He reached out and grasped her ankle.

Her ankles were slender and fair, and could be easily held in his palm.

His thumb gently caressed the instep of her foot, feeling its warm, jade-like texture.

But this time, Qian Renxue was prepared.

She broke free from his hand, propped up her slender waist, and turned over to stand up.

She looked down at him, her golden eyes gleaming with a dazzling light.

"Baby is naughty," she said breathlessly, but trying her best.

Maintaining dignity,

"You've always bullied Mom. This time... Mom's going to get her revenge."

"Lie down quickly."

Yue Qingge obediently lay down, looking at her with a smile in her eyes.

Qian Renxue knelt beside him, her gaze fixed on the spirit sword.

She suppressed her fear and shyness and stretched out her fair, jade-like feet.

She gently touched each of her ice cream cones.

It's so hot.

The scalding heat came from her toes, making her instinctively want to pull back.

But as soon as she flinched, Yue Qingge grabbed her ankle and pressed the ice cream back onto the spirit sword.

He gently rubbed her feet together.

one more time.

The white ice cream still had a slight sheen, and you could even see the fine blue veins through its delicate snow-white surface, like veins hidden inside the ice cream.

The veins trembled slightly with her heartbeat, making the ice cream even cuter and more... tempting.

He ironed her ice cream onto the spirit sword, up and down, back and forth.

"S..."

Each touch brought a cool sensation that cooled his scalding fishing net, sending a tingling shiver down his spine.

The sensation slowly spread from the spirit sword throughout the body, finally converging in the cerebral cortex.

Qian Renxue didn't dare to open her eyes at first. She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed, and let him guide her feet.

After a while, she gradually got used to the scalding temperature and slowly opened her eyes.

She saw his expression.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, his lips were half-open, and his breathing was suppressed.

That's strange... why does he seem... still enjoying himself?

She looked down at her feet. The white ice cream was stuck to the menacing spirit sword, moving up and down with his movements.

The scene was so stimulating that it made her cheeks burn even hotter.

But she didn't look away.

She began to note his movements—the force, the rhythm, the angle.

As he guided her, she learned and mastered the skills little by little.

Finally, she learned it.

Qian Renxue knelt down, her two white ice cream cones tracing graceful arcs in mid-air.

One landed on the top and gently ground the crown-like tip.

One landed on the handle, bobbing up and down.

The two ice creams worked together perfectly, putting on a silent performance for him.

Even her toes were exceptionally flexible.

The rounded toes gently "grab" the crown-like tip, pressing and kneading it lightly.

Meanwhile, another ice cream is placed on the handle and gently rubbed.

The combined movement of the two generated an electric current that sent shivers down Yue Qingge's spine.

All sensations converge in the cerebral cortex, and then--.

With a "snap," it felt like something exploded in my mind.

Looking at his expression, Qian Renxue couldn't help but speak.

"Baby..." Her voice carried a hint of worry.

"Are you feeling very uncomfortable? Should I try a different approach?"

Yue Qingge quickly shook her head, "No...it's very comfortable."

As soon as she finished speaking, a strange smile appeared on Qian Renxue's face.

"Then why do you like stomping on things with your feet...?" A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. "That's so strange, you."

Yue Qingge opened her mouth to explain, "Then Mom must correct me..."

He paused.

He discovered the most beautiful thing in the world. (There was nothing else.)

Chapter Twelve Facial Cleanser

When Qian Renxue knelt down, the hand that was originally covering her legs was now resting on the soft couch behind her.

Her entire weight was on that hand, so—

Everything was laid bare.

It was a place that was white, smooth, plump, and flawless.

It's like a valley covered in the first snow, or a secret realm illuminated by moonlight.

The two ridges of the field closed slightly, glistening with moisture, hidden between the handrails.

Angel Cave.

Qian Renxue followed his gaze and looked down.

Then, her face suddenly burned.

"You! Don't look!"

She hurriedly tried to cover herself with her hand, but the hand was behind her, and when she pulled her hand away, she fell backward.

"Ah, one by one"

She lay back on the soft couch, the view wide open, the scene even clearer, even more... alluring.

A slight smile graced Yue Qingge's face.

He stepped forward, placing his hands on either side of her, casting her into his shadow.

His voice was deep, tinged with amusement, “This time, you showed it to me yourself.”

Qian Renxue covered her face with her hands, but the blush seeped through her fingers, spreading all the way to her ears and to her full, angelic snow rabbit breasts.

"You...you're not allowed to look..."

Her voice leaked out from between her fingers, soft and sweet, with a sob in it, and had absolutely no intimidating power.

Yue Qingge lowered her head and whispered in her ear.

"The important business isn't finished yet."

His breath brushed against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

Qian Renxue trembled all over.

She peeked out from between her fingers, her golden eyes shimmering with tears as she gazed at him.

There was shyness, nervousness, expectation, and a hint of...indulgence in his eyes.

"Wait a minute, let me do it. Just lie still."

Qian Renxue's voice carried a hint of panic as she tried to stop her, her golden eyes reflecting both shyness and an undeniable determination.

Yue Qingge lay down as instructed, but her gaze remained fixed on her figure.

She sat on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and then stretched out her fair and delicate feet again.

But this time is different.

She placed the two ice creams together, her arches perfectly aligned.

The fit is perfect, with the ten toes as round and pink as pearls, forming a soft yet tight hollow path.

The arch of the foot is just right, and the gap between the soles of the feet is just right.

She raised her eyes to look at him, and in those originally holy and aloof golden pupils, there was now a hint of allure.

Purity and allure intertwined in her eyes, like an angel draped in a rose-colored veil.