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

"Is it more comfortable to squeeze like this?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the ten toes began to move gently, as if they had their own life, curling and stretching slightly.

It was as if it wanted to grab something and then strangle it.

Looking at her every smile and frown, which exuded an unintentional allure, Yue Qingge felt a sudden tightness in her body.

What kind of angel is this? It's probably a succubus in disguise.

"Baby.

"You can put it in now."

Yue Qingge took a deep breath. He really wanted to know if someone had possessed this six-winged angel.

That aloof and noble air about her was hers.

She was also the one who, despite being extremely embarrassed and annoyed, forced herself to bloom for him.

He reached out and grasped her slender feet as she raised them.

Slender, fair, and soft, like the finest mutton fat jade.

Carved and sculpted.

He held them suspended in mid-air, at the exact height of the road that was directly opposite him.

Her posture was equally alluring—open and expansive, with her waist slightly leaning back.

Two hands were placed over the mysterious "Angel Cave" without anyone noticing, concealing its most secret place.

Her full, round breasts were completely freed, swaying gently with her slightly trembling body, like lilies swaying in the wind.

Yue Qingge slowly pierced the spirit sword through her ten delicate pink toes.

That question in that instant--

Her curled toes asked unintentionally...

Or rather, intentionally, leaving faint traces at the coronal ridge.

The soft touch gently brushed against the most sensitive areas.

A wisp of crystalline liquid overflowed from the top, stretching into a thin silver thread between the two, shimmering with an ambiguous and alluring glow under the light.

"Si Yiyi"

Yue Qingge gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

They finally broke through the first line of defense and arrived at the deepest part of the converging road.

Qian Renxue stared at his face, her body tense and trembling slightly.

Especially her ice cream.

Those two snowflakes, pressed together, trembled slightly at a subtle frequency.

Each tremor conveyed a soft, cool touch, as if sinking into a sponge.

"Baby, I'm going to...start...exercise..."

Her voice was broken and intermittent, each word sounding like it was being squeezed out.

Then one-

The two ice creams began to merge, slowly and rhythmically spinning.

Soft. Cool to the touch.

The sensation was indescribable.

It felt like being wrapped in the softest velvet, or sinking into warm gel.

Every inch of skin contact brings a tingling electric current.

Her body coordination was excellent. With her two snow-white feet together, she moved back and forth continuously, the rhythm gradually becoming smoother from clumsy.

The elixir that overflowed from the crown of her head stained the soles of her feet, becoming the best lubricant.

The converging roads began to accelerate.

Her feet moved with an elegant rhythm, the arch of her foot fitting perfectly, each step going deep into the ground.

Each retreat almost breaks free, then pauses briefly at the edge before returning.

And she swayed along with it.

The plump snow rabbits swayed gently with the movement, like two startled white doves fluttering and trying to break free of their restraints.

Her body swayed, her neck tilted back, and her long golden hair cascaded down the bed like a waterfall, spreading out like flowing gold.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and a faint silvery liquid escaped from her throat.

She suppressed the sound, but a few whispers still escaped between her teeth, like a kitten's whimper.

I don't know how much time has passed...

Yue Qingge no longer suppressed herself.

The spirit sword suddenly erupted with a tremor, and the mottled seeds flew in the air, drawing white arcs.

The white waves bloomed on Qian Renxue's pretty face.

Some drops landed between her eyebrows and slowly slid down her brow bone.

Some clung to her eyelashes, trembling gently with her blinking.

Some of it splashed onto the tip of her nose, where it condensed into tiny white dots on her pert nose.

More of it spread across her cheeks, like the purest white paint splashed onto the finest canvas.

She was stunned.

"What are you doing...? You're so mean..."

Her voice was soft and trembling.

A blend of sanctity and allure shone on her face—golden radiance.

Her pupils were misty, and her wine-red lips were slightly parted.

Her face was covered in mottled white, making her look like a fallen angel or a desecrated saint.

The scene was too stimulating.

The smell of seeds hit her, making her feel uncomfortable for a moment.

But a drop of that large amount of white, viscous liquid landed right on the corner of her slightly parted lips and slid into her mouth.

She instinctively rolled up the letter and swept it lightly.

It was salty, with a slightly strange taste.

She tasted it.

Chapter Thirteen: The Biology Teacher

This struck her like a thunderbolt.

She quickly turned her head away, not daring to let Yue Qingge discover that she had secretly eaten the seeds.

She hurriedly activated her soul power, and golden light swept across, washing away the dirt on her face.

But the crimson embellishment on her neck betrayed her.

The two of them hadn't had time to detach themselves from this enchanting atmosphere.

[Congratulations to the mother and son for completing the mission!]

The system's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

[Next is the last task: Mom's biology class~]

[Mother, please set an example by personally teaching your son to identify the Angel's Cave. You will receive a reward upon completion and may then leave.]

The moment the system finished speaking, a transparent panel appeared in front of Qian Renxue.

She looked down.

One glance was enough to freeze him in place.

What does "personal demonstration and teaching" even mean?! This...this course content...

Her pupils suddenly dilated, she blinked, then blinked again.

However, the text on the panel did not change at all.

Finally, she raised her delicate face and looked at Yue Qingge, who was also lying on the bed.

"Can't you see the panel?" Her voice held a sliver of hope. "Or... could you teach yourself?"

Yue Qingge feigned ignorance, "I don't know! I can't see it this time..."

His expression was utterly innocent. "Is the system protecting your privacy?"

The snow rabbit, Qianrenxue, rose and fell violently.

Protecting privacy? After what we've done, what privacy is left to speak of!

But she never said it aloud.

She just kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm her extremely chaotic emotions.

With great difficulty, her breathing gradually calmed down.

"Mother.

Yue Qingge's voice rang in her ears, gentle yet earnest.

"You don't want all our hard work to go to waste, do you?"

He didn't name names directly, but the meaning couldn't be clearer: We've all worked so hard to get here, how can we skip the last task?

Qian Renxue's eyes glazed over slightly.

She lowered her head, her long golden hair obscuring her expression.

After a moment, she nodded slightly, as if she had finally resigned herself to her fate.

"Go sit on the bed." Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible. "Sit properly."

The voice just fell.

A set of clothes was thrown onto the bed by the system, landing right next to her.

[Please dress up the mother character, Qian Renxue, in professional attire~]

The system's voice rang in her mind, tinged with obvious mockery.

Qian Renxue stared at the outfit and took a deep breath.

Having learned from her experience with that apron, she had already guessed it.

These clothes are definitely not something respectable.

But she decided to take the plunge anyway.

The light from the soul lamp fell softly.

She put on the business suit piece by piece.

When she turned around.

Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders to her waist.

Her skin was as white as snow, and under the warm yellow light, it had a gentle, lustrous glow.

Her golden pupils were cool and sharp, and her brows and eyes exuded an unyielding aloofness and nobility.

She wore a fitted white blazer, the cut perfectly accentuating her slender limbs and full figure.

Snow rabbit.

She wore a light champagne-colored silk shirt underneath, with a small black satin bow tie at the collar.

She wore a knee-length black suit skirt that hugged her leg lines, and black stiletto heels.

But the skirt was slit.