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

The voice was soft and gentle, like a coquettish complaint, or like a reproach for his lack of tenderness.

Yue Qingge didn't answer, but instead lay on her body, like a nimble snake, slowly crawling towards her face.

His body pressed tightly against her back, every inch of her fair skin fitting perfectly. She could feel his warmth and his still-beating heart.

"Mom, it's time to get up and practice."

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

"Otherwise, we won't have enough life essence, and we'll need to fire another shot."

Before he could finish speaking, he slapped her again.

"Snap!"

The sound was particularly crisp in the quiet bedroom, and the full drumbeats once again rippled with waves of flesh, only to return to normal the moment he left.

Then life gushed out some more, milky white spiritual liquid gushing out, the amount was just right—not enough.

When Liu Erlong heard "next time," she felt as if she had been electrocuted.

Suppressing her weakness, biting her lower lip, she propped herself up with her aching arms and struggled to get up.

Her arms were trembling, her slender waist was shaking, and every movement carried a sense of languor and weakness.

But he still gritted his teeth and sat up, wanting to absorb the life essence.

But the moment she opened her eyes, she saw Yue Qingge's smiling face.

Liu Erlong felt ashamed again, and her face turned bright red.

She bit her lower lip hard, the pain granting her a brief moment of clarity.

She closed her eyes and began to circulate her soul power, absorbing the life essence.

She could feel Yue Qingge's burning gaze upon her.

When you close your eyes, your spiritual senses become even more amplified.

She could feel his gaze falling on her; it was like an invisible hand, caressing her snow-white skin again and again.

It made her feel hot all over.

The Fire Dragon Valley below breathed wildly, the two field ridges constantly undulating like small mouths opening and closing, greedily inhaling the air.

Wherever her soul power passed, the life essence was absorbed little by little, turning into warm air currents that circulated within her body.

Her martial spirit silently emerged, and dragon scales slowly appeared on her arm.

This time, however, the dragon scales were turning icy blue, crystal clear, like thin shards of ice embedded in her skin, making her look much better than before.

The icy blue light made her snow-white skin appear even whiter, cold and holy.

However, after a while, she still did not feel any qualitative change.

In fact, the conflicting attributes made her even more uncomfortable.

Chapter Eighty-Four: White Flowers

It felt like two forces were fighting inside her, one moment cold, the next hot, making her breathing erratic.

Liu Erlong opened her eyes, her face filled with suspicion. Her brows furrowed slightly, her red lips pursed, and her eyes shimmered with tears, like a pool of spring water ruffled by the wind.

"Qingge, what's wrong?" Her voice carried a hint of unease.

"I feel like I've gotten weaker... You're not lying to me, are you?"

Yue Qingge's heart blossomed with joy. Why hadn't things changed qualitatively?

You'd have to ask that "great guy".

However, he still had to put on a serious face. He coughed twice and his gaze swept over her body in a deliberately deep manner, as if he was thinking seriously.

"Ahem, I see..." he drawled, rubbing his chin with his fingers.

"Perhaps Mom was too lazy, causing the essence of life to dissipate, resulting in insufficient quantity."

Then, he swept his fiery gaze over her, the meaning of which was quite clear.

One more shot is needed.

Liu Erlong reacted instantly, shrinking back like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Her eyes widened, her red lips parted slightly, and she stared at him in disbelief.

"You've already wasted so much time, and you're telling me that's not enough?"

Her voice suddenly rose, tinged with disbelief.

She shook her head firmly, her long hair swaying over her shoulders with the movement: "If that's not enough, we'll talk about it next time."

Seeing this, Yue Qingge didn't pressure her. He simply guided her gently in a soft tone.

"In that case, let's take a shower. We have other things to do tomorrow."

After saying that, he withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked to the foot of the bed, picked up the scissors, cut off the piece of brocade with her bruises, folded it and put it away.

Then, without looking back, he walked into the bathroom as if nothing had happened.

Liu Erlong was stunned.

She bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh, leaving a faint tooth mark.

She pouted, her eyes brimming with tears, gazing at his retreating figure with a complex expression.

"You little rascal..." she muttered to herself, her fingers unconsciously twisting the blankets beneath her.

"If you had just insisted a little longer, I would have given in... Did I really have to say it out loud...?"

She took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and called out to him: Qingge...

He had barely finished speaking when Yue Qingge interrupted him.

He turned around, a look of sudden realization on his face.

It's like I suddenly remembered something important.

"Oh, I forgot that Mom's body is weak. I'll help you right away."

Seeing his appearance, Liu Erlong felt quite helpless.

This kid is pretending to be innocent again.

He clearly understood everything and had planned everything perfectly, yet he insisted on making her speak up, surrender, and peel away her last shred of shame for him to see.

Yue Qingge walked over and lifted her up in her arms. Her body was light, yet incredibly hot.

Like holding a soft, warm flame, he led her toward the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the bathtub water had already overflowed, flowing away and forming a small puddle on the floor.

Yue Qingge looked down at Liu Erlong, who was flushed in her arms. Her face was covered with a deep blush, her eyelashes were lowered, she dared not look at him, and her lips trembled slightly.

"Mom, do you want to use the shower or the bathtub?" His voice carried a hint of mischievousness, as if he already knew the answer.

Liu Erlong broke free from his embrace and staggered, trying to steady herself.

Her legs were still weak, her knees buckled, and she almost fell to the ground. In a panic, she grabbed the edge of the bathtub and barely managed to steady herself.

He looked both disheveled and adorable.

Yue Qingge couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Don't be stubborn, you..."

Just sit down.

With his help, Liu Erlong carefully crawled into the bathtub.

Hot water overflowed, creating a white expanse.

As her body submerged in the water, her plump breasts floated gently due to buoyancy, swaying in the water like two white jellyfish, their two crimson tips faintly visible, rippling in the water.

"Mom, your snow rabbit is floating!" Yue Qingge's voice was filled with a mixture of amazement and playfulness.

His gaze fell directly on the two swaying, full mounds on the water's surface.

Liu Erlong hurriedly reached out to cover his front.

However, it cannot conceal the full curves; on the contrary, the compression makes them even more alluring.

She scolded him, but her voice softened: "Stop looking...go and wash up."

Yue Qingge really turned around, started washing herself with the shower, and didn't look at her again.

Liu Erlong suddenly felt a little uneasy.

So close... Is there really going to be another time?

She kept glancing at Yue Qingge out of the corner of her eye and realized that what he said was true.

He carefully cleaned away the traces of her spillage, the water flowing down his shoulders and back, and he really didn't look at her again.

She pursed her red lips and unconsciously traced lines on her snow-white skin.

As I cleaned away the marks, again and again, my heart grew increasingly heavy.

The water in the bathtub rippled gently, lapping against her body.

Her mind was wandering, and she couldn't calm down.

After a while...

She slowly turned her head, her face already flushed with a thin blush, it was hard to tell whether it was from shyness or from the steam of the hot water.

Her eyes were moist, her gaze darting furtively to Yue Qingge, her lips opening and closing repeatedly.

"Qingge..." her voice was very soft, almost drowned out by the sound of the water, "I want to advance."

"Oh." Yue Qingge didn't even turn her head.

Then you can train, or I can help you hunt for spirit rings tomorrow?

Seeing that he was completely faking it, Liu Erlong's almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, and she glared at him fiercely.

There was shame, annoyance, and grievance in his eyes.

"Do you...do you really want me to say it out loud?" Her voice trembled.

She took a deep breath, and the snow rabbit rose and fell violently with each breath.

She closed her eyes, then opened them again, gathering her last bit of courage.

"Baby." Her voice was firm, and she spoke quickly, as if she wanted to throw those words out all at once, without giving herself any chance to react.

The chance to regret

"I need your help to advance."

Yue Qingge smiled slightly under the shower, water droplets sliding down his cheeks, but he didn't turn around.

His tone remained unmoved: "How does Mom want me to help you?"

There was a hint of mischief in his tone.

Slice by slice, tearing away her dignity and shyness bit by bit, peeling them away to reveal her most vulnerable side.

Liu Erlong's eyes were slightly red.

Her toes unconsciously curled up in the bathtub, gripping the bottom tightly.

Shame made her body turn completely red, a faint pink tinge rising on her fair skin.

"Mmm..." her voice was barely audible: "I want a baby... to tease Mommy... to tease her badly..."

With each word she spoke, her voice grew softer, until finally it was completely broken.

She abandoned all restraint, all shame, and all concerns, revealing her most authentic, most vulnerable, and yet most touching side to him nakedly.

Chapter 85 Please Have Self-Respect

"I see..." Yue Qingge finally turned around, her teasing gaze slowly sweeping over her.

He walked up to her, splashing water that wet his calves.

He grabbed her snow rabbit and squeezed and pinched it wantonly.

The soft touch changed shape between his fingers as his fingertips rubbed against the tip of the dogwood, which had quietly stood upright, and gently twisted it.

"Mom, get up for a second, let me in."