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

Within the barrier, golden angelic power swayed gently, and the flickering candlelight illuminated two entangled figures.

Qian Renxue's consciousness completely melted away; she had no idea where she was. All she knew was that each time Yue Qingge entered, she melted her away, and each time she withdrew, she took her soul away.

She closed her eyes, feeling herself falling into an endless abyss. At the bottom of the abyss, Yue Qingge was opening her arms, waiting to catch her. Yue Qingge leaned down and gently kissed her lower lip, prying open her teeth with her tongue, hooking her tongue, and swallowing her sobs and moans between her lips and teeth.

Qian Renxue climbed up the back of his neck and held on tightly, afraid that she would be swept away by the waves.

When the kiss ended, Yue Qingge slightly raised her face, her forehead touching hers, so close that they could see their own reflections in each other's eyes.

"Xiaoxue,"

He suddenly changed his address, speaking gently, "Call me by my name."

Qian Renxue's eyelashes trembled, her golden pupils glistening with tears. Her lips moved a few times before finally uttering a single syllable.

"Lightly... softly sing..."

Yue Qingge's eyes suddenly darkened.

The next instant, he kissed her fiercely, and at the same time, a valve deep within his body was completely opened—those holy golden eyes were now filled with the love and desire of mortals, and no trace of divine aloofness could be seen.

The crimson plum blossoms, blooming in full glory, solidified quietly on the brocade quilt, like a rose frozen in time, witnessing this magnificent first bloom.

Chapter 133 Cleanup and Aftermath

Seeing Qian Renxue nearing her peak, Yue Qingge no longer held back. He took a deep breath and began his final sprint.

The farm implement pierced through layers of honeyed flesh until it was completely submerged, each time smashing open the folds that were trying to tighten around him.

Their speed increased along with Qian Renxue's increasingly rapid breathing, and their breaths mingled together.

With a final, violent shove, he forced open the gate deep within the palace.

The coronal sulcus pressed firmly against that most delicate jade wall, grinding and stirring frantically.

Yue Qingge's eyes sharpened, and the farm tool, its veins bulging like dragons, poured in all the pent-up, fiery breath it had been holding back.

"Ouch~ It's so hot...so hot...uh..."

Qian Renxue's voice suddenly rose, then shattered into soft sobs. She struggled incoherently, her slender waist jerking up as if trying to escape this place of trouble. She froze in mid-air for a moment, then fell helplessly back down, her snow-white breasts twitching incessantly.

The small steamed bun was also convulsing and dancing wildly, every inch of its folds trembling delicately.

Yue Qingge was not in a hurry to leave.

He was still soaking in that warm nest, which shrank and enveloped him, like hundreds of soft silk threads wrapping around him at the same time, tightly wrapping him up.

He deliberately twitched occasionally, and then Qian Renxue's body would tremble slightly, as if struck by an electric current, her lips would move slightly, and she would let out a faint groan.

Neither of them spoke, and they maintained the connection, waiting for the lingering warmth of the tide to slowly subside.

An ambiguous afterglow lingered in the air until Qian Renxue was the first to catch her breath. She raised her aching arms and slowly sat up, supporting herself on the bed. With each movement, a subtle friction emanated from the joints, gently tugging at the sensitive folds, making her involuntarily bite her lip.

She sat there, leaning slightly forward, lazily looking down at her angel cave, which was still being supported by him.

Those two plump lips were already slightly turned outwards and swollen, twitching slightly as they lost their usual reserve.

The frenzy just now had given the surrounding snow-white skin a pinkish hue.

She patted his chest with a hint of annoyance, her lips pouting, but her eyes were red: "Even if I can't feel pain anymore, I can't let you do this to my death... Look at what you've become."

Her words were less of an accusation and more of a coquettish display.

Yue Qingge lowered her head with a grin, her gaze falling on Qian Renxue's swollen, plump lips. She deliberately used a smug tone, saying, "Qian Renxue's mother has been telling me not to stop."

He even tilted his head, mimicking her halting tone from before, a mischievous smile spreading across his eyes.

Upon hearing this, a blush suddenly appeared on Qian Renxue's sacred face, but this time it was not from shyness, but from anger.

She clenched her small pink fist and waved it forcefully in front of his eyes twice, her golden eyes darting around: "I clearly said no! Stop! You just resort to dirty tricks... to kill me..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, her confidence waning until she could no longer speak. She turned her face away, leaving him with a flushed profile.

Seeing that he was still smiling and showed no intention of admitting his mistake, she suddenly felt that the farming tool inside her body, which had not yet been withdrawn, seemed to be reviving.

The slow, expanding sensation made her pupils contract slightly.

She glared at him: "Let's get out of here. It's getting late...we should talk business."

Yue Qingge then slowly pulled the farm tools out of the warm angel cave.

"Pop—"

A sound like a cork being pulled from a wine bottle was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Immediately afterwards, white breath mixed with transparent angelic liquid slowly slid down her inner thighs.

A silvery thread dripped onto the bedsheet, spreading out in a small, damp patch. Qian Renxue finally let out a long sigh of relief, raised her hand, and a flash of divine power swept through. Wherever the light touched, the filth and sweat on her body melted away, and her snow-white skin became smooth and flawless again.

She regained her pure and innocent appearance and was about to ask him if he needed any help.

Before he could even finish speaking, his wrist was grabbed by the back of his hand.

She looked up and met the faint, slightly mocking smile on his face. Her heart sank.

"It would be too much trouble to use divine power to clean me up."

Yue Qingge's voice was hoarse, "How about... Qian Renxue, Mom, help me clean up yourself?" Qian Renxue's face was full of shame and disbelief: "I'll use my divine power... all I'm doing is help you clean up..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yue Qingge extended her finger.

His fingertips slowly traced the outline of her cherry-like lips. Qian Renxue's lips tingled slightly, and she pursed them, only to momentarily hold his fingertip in her mouth.

Then, he gently poked it in, disappearing between her wet, warm lips. Her lips instinctively tried to avoid him, but he caught up with her again.

A soft whimper escaped Qian Renxue's throat, and she instinctively gripped his fingers.

Yue Qingge stroked her lilac spirit snake. "Use this to clean it." Qian Renxue trembled and froze for a long while, her golden pupils shrinking slightly, reflecting his wicked smile. "...You, you've really gone too far."

She managed to utter only this one sentence, her voice barely audible, but she did not resist.

Then she changed from sitting to lying down, supporting herself on the bed with her hands, and slowly leaned forward. Her long hair slid down her shoulders and hung on both sides. She crawled little by little to Yue Qingge's side, her knees pressing shallow creases into the sheets. She lowered her head and approached the farm tool that was still dripping with her own flower dew.

She hesitated for a moment, as if making a final mental preparation. Then, she opened her small mouth and carefully took the tip inside. The moment she was enveloped by the moist cavity, Yue Qingge's breathing noticeably quickened, and Qian Renxue even deliberately raised her eyes and gave him a disdainful look.

It's as if they're saying: I'll help you this once. Don't do it again.

The next second, Yue Qingge's large hand pressed down on the back of her head, fixing her head in place.

He held a strand of her hair between his fingers, applying slight pressure to help her find a better angle and a deeper position.

Qian Renxue was very talented in this area; with just a few pointers from Yue Qingge, she learned the rhythm.

Moreover, they would use this knowledge to their advantage, curling their tongues upwards to clean the remaining nectar from the coronal sulcus.

She stretched out her hands, carefully holding the farm tool, tilted her head slightly to find a more comfortable position, and used her delicate tongue to lick it bit by bit, rolling all the remaining debris into her mouth.

With each swallow, the throat rolls gently, producing a soft "gurgling" sound.

Her tongue was incredibly agile, like a clever little snake, leaving no spot untouched as she cleaned. She even learned to slightly tighten her cheeks when she held it in her mouth, creating a stronger suction.

Watching her efforts, Yue Qingge felt a gentle touch in her heart. "How about... Qian Renxue's mother helps me again?"

Chapter 134 Collecting Angelic Blood

Before he finished speaking, he had already pushed forward with the farm tools and thrust his lips directly into her warm mouth.

Qian Renxue was startled by his sudden impact and instinctively shrank back, but the back of her head was pressed down, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

She opened her mouth as wide as possible, carefully keeping her teeth closed, afraid of scratching him.

Then, Yue Qingge felt herself sinking into a warm, moist cavity. Compared to the Angel Cave, this place was much warmer and softer. Inside, a nimble little snake was coiling and slithering near the coronal sulcus. "Hiss... This is still the most comfortable."

Yue Qingge gasped, his voice filled with relief, before he began to increase the intensity of his movements.

He held Qian Renxue's small head in his hands, and then, like a tireless pile driver, began to thrust into her lips.

"Slap-slap-slap-slap-"

A series of enchanting sounds of water filled their ears.

Qian Renxue's cheeks were stretched out and bulged, and her holy and proud golden eyes were now filled with a hazy mist, her pupils slightly dilated and her eyes reddened.

The saintly pride on her face completely turned into allure.

Like a fairy who has fallen from the heavens to the mortal world, her hair is askew and red stars spread from her cheeks to her neck.

The contrast, the sense of falling from the clouds into the mire, is breathtakingly beautiful.

Yue Qingge thrust forward with a sudden, powerful stroke, the tip striking her throat directly. He could feel her throat reacting instinctively. The hot, moist, high-frequency vibrations felt like an invisible hand gripping his soul, shooting straight to his head.

"Vomiting area—"

However, going too deep made Qian Renxue unable to bear it, and she let out a muffled retching sound.

Her body jerked violently, her shoulders hunched, and the veins on her neck bulged slightly.

Seeing that she seemed uncomfortable, Yue Qingge slowly loosened her grip on her hair. The next second...

A burst of hot, white breath erupted from her throat.

Several streams of his scent filled the angel's depths in an instant, so much so that they overflowed from the corners of her mouth, slowly sliding down her chin and dripping onto the snow rabbit.

Yue Qingge quickly pulled out, and Qian Renxue choked and coughed incessantly. Qian Renxue subconsciously swallowed a large mouthful, letting out a muffled "gulp." "Ugh!" She gagged again, leaning forward, one hand supporting herself on the bed, the other covering her snow rabbit.

But under Yue Qingge's hopeful gaze, she still swallowed the rest of her food.

Her lips parted slightly, and she gently licked the white residue left at the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue until she had swallowed it all before raising her eyes to look at him.

Those golden eyes held accusation, grievance, and a tender indulgence. She said nothing, but her eyes said it all. Yue Qingge looked away and pulled her into his arms, the two of them falling onto the soft couch together. Then, gentle streams of spiritual energy flowed between his fingers, soothing the soreness in her throat and smoothing out the red, swollen mucous membranes inch by inch. "Let's rest for a while before we discuss it."

Yue Qingge glanced at the darkening sky outside the window. "Besides, it's getting late."

Qian Renxue nestled in his arms, curled up, and remained motionless.

After a while, she picked up the water glass beside her and took a sip. She moistened her dry throat and then called out to the door, "Xiao Feng, prepare dinner for the two of us."

As soon as she finished speaking, she glanced at Yue Qingge out of the corner of her eye and saw her holding a small knife, carefully cutting along the blood-stained plum blossom mark.

Then, he put the piece of cloth into his storage ring.

In a flash, Qian Renxue's mind went blank. An unprecedented sense of shame welled up inside her.

"You bad guy."

She said it weakly and coquettishly.

Her eyelids drooped, but the corners of her mouth curved into a faint smile.

"After all... this is our first proof."

He winked at her, a gentle smile spreading across his eyes. Qian Renxue turned her face away, refusing to look at him again.

She then took out a brand-new brocade from her storage ring, spread it on the soft couch, and after smoothing out every wrinkle with her fingers, she stood up and began to change her clothes.

Dressed in a moon-white, fitted outfit, her brows once again held that aloof indifference. She had transformed from that pure and alluring woman back into the cold and noble crown prince.

Looking at her like this, Yue Qingge suddenly found it somewhat amusing. He had witnessed a woman transform from virtuous to alluring; this contrast was more surreal than any fantasy.

Just then, a system notification sounded in his mind.

[Congratulations, host, for refining Angelic Blood and gaining Angelic Affinity.] "Angelic Affinity..."

Yue Qingge read it aloud in a low voice, her brows furrowing slightly.

Two figures suddenly flashed through his mind: Qian Yuhan and Qian Renxue, their two exquisite faces slowly overlapping.

He shook his head violently, dispelling the two illusory figures.

He muttered to himself: If the angels or gods find out that I'm fantasizing about her... they'll come down to earth and kill me themselves.

"System: View Qian Renxue's panel"

Name: Qian Renxue

[Soul Power: Level 48 Soul Master]

[Development: Angel Abyss once, Angel Cave once, Jade Hands and Feet once, Snow Rabbit Flower none!]

【Features: Pure and proud, layered pinkish-white skin, soft and rounded buttocks, and a deep canyon】

[Review: Just getting into the swing of things!]

"Knock knock knock—"

A rhythmic knocking sounded, drawing their attention simultaneously.

Lian Xuefeng's voice came from outside the door, carrying a trained calmness: "Your Highness, dinner is ready." She did not push the door open and come in directly, but stood quietly outside the door waiting for her master's orders.