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

It's no wonder she was surprised, after all, the secret room in front of her was cozy, with tables, chairs and sofas, and soft soul-guided lights embedded in the walls.

The most eye-catching feature is a hot spring that is bubbling and steaming, with the mist enveloping the entire room in a hazy glow.

Yue Qingge coughed twice, her gaze shifting slightly: "Isn't this... a private place where we can play?"

Qian Renxue gave him a meaningful look but didn't reply. Yue Qingge also said nothing more, taking Bai Chenxiang's hand and walking towards the hot spring. Steam rushed towards them; this hot spring was the result of an underground river and the purification of soul power. "Take off your clothes."

Yue Qingge released her hand. "Wash it properly."

Bai Chenxiang's body trembled violently. She instinctively took a step back, her hands protectively covering her body. Her helpless eyes swept back and forth across his face, her lips trembling slightly: "You...you shouldn't go back? Men and women shouldn't touch each other. I still have to get married..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

But when her gaze passed over Yue Qingge and landed on Qian Renxue standing at the door, it was as if she had grasped at the last straw. Her large eyes instantly filled with pleading: "Big sister..."

Before she could finish speaking, Qian Renxue shrugged and spread her hands, saying, "Sorry, I have no right to interfere." Before she finished speaking, she had already turned and walked towards the door, her figure disappearing beyond the door frame, leaving only a clear voice echoing in the secret room: "You... sigh, hurry up and finish this, don't forget your purpose."

As Bai Chenxiang watched the last glimmer of light disappear, she turned her head in fear and met Yue Qingge's deep eyes. Instinctively, she shrank back.

She took a deep breath and tried to speak again, her voice barely audible: "Could you...could you turn your back and not look...ah!" Before she could finish speaking, a scream escaped her lips.

Yue Qingge had already reached out and decisively tore off her clothes.

The sound of tearing fabric was particularly jarring in the enclosed room, and snow-white skin flashed by in the misty steam.

"It's just a shower, why all the nonsense?"

Yue Qingge's voice was completely calm, and Bai Chenxiang was stunned before she could react.

At the same time, Yue Qingge took off his clothes and stepped halfway into the hot spring. He then pulled the naked Bai Chenxiang into the water as well.

Water splashed everywhere, and Bai Chenxiang cried out in surprise, falling into his arms. She then staggered and steadied herself in the water, which was up to her waist, with water droplets condensing on her shoulders.

Yue Qingge scooped up some water and poured it haphazardly over her head, running her fingers through her hair to wash away the dust and grime little by little.

"Xiaobai, your hair looks pretty good."

The dust was carried away by the water, revealing her original pale purple color. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks and neck; though still somewhat inexperienced, it already hinted at her future stunning beauty.

Bai Chenxiang stood frozen in place as Yue Qingge's fingers slid down from the ends of her hair, tracing the contours of her face.

The moment his fingers traced her snow-white skin, Bai Chenxiang felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

She stood in the water, a blush rising from her neck to her ears, her whole face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

Her mind was blank; her thoughts were like a kite with a broken string, drifting aimlessly.

Before she could react, she felt Yue Qingge's gaze roaming unabashedly over her body.

Yue Qingge's fingers lightly swept across her body, pausing for a moment as they passed her breasts, pressing them lightly.

"infant--"

A strange sound escaped from Bai Chenxiang's throat uncontrollably. She immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth, her wide eyes filled with shock and shame.

Yue Qingge looked at her like this, a slight smile curving her lips, but she didn't say anything. Her fingers fell again, this time precisely pinching her little dogwood.

With a gentle twist of her fingertips, she awakened a sleeping flower bud, causing it to slowly raise its head. Bai Chenxiang's hands instinctively grasped Yue Qingge's wrists, trying to push her away, but she found that she couldn't budge them at all.

Her breathing became rapid and erratic, and the pigeon's movements became increasingly exaggerated. "You...you shouldn't touch there...it's so strange..."

Her voice was choked with sobs, broken and intermittent, as if she were suppressing something, "Quick...quickly let me go..."

She tried to struggle, but her body went limp and powerless.

However, she didn't give up completely and continued to fight back against him. Seeing her struggles intensify, Yue Qingge stopped holding back. "Slap—!!"

A slap landed on her firm little bud, leaving Bai Chenxiang completely stunned. Her eyes instantly became misty, and a hot tear rolled down her cheek, falling into the water with a plop, creating a small ripple.

Why are you crying?

Yue Qingge's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable pressure: "You are a prisoner, it's already merciful of me not to kill you."

Bai Chenxiang sniffed sharply, startled awake.

She bit her lower lip, forcefully wiping away her tears. What he said seemed...right. She could feel the lingering warmth of the slap on the drum, burning hot. She dared not cry anymore, even consciously softening her breathing.

Seeing that she had quieted down, Yue Qingge's lips curled up almost imperceptibly. Threats were still more effective.

His gaze fell on her face as he commanded, "Now, quickly sit on the fake rock over there."

Bai Chenxiang didn't hesitate. She walked barefoot across the pebbles at the bottom of the water and obediently sat on a protruding artificial rock.

Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, and she dared not look at him. Yue Qingge's gaze fell on her, slowly sweeping over her from head to toe, finally settling on her crossed legs.

"Spread your legs apart."

These four words, spoken lightly, struck Bai Chenxiang's heart like a hammer blow. Her face flushed instantly, her tearful eyes filled with anger and humiliation, her lips trembled, and she finally couldn't help but shout, "You...you've gone too far! You—"

But when her gaze met his, it was as if an invisible hand had gripped her throat, and she instantly deflated.

Bai Chenxiang's lips trembled in protest, and a faint sound escaped her throat.

She slowly spread her legs, her movements like those of a rusty machine. With each inch she opened them, her face flushed with shame. When her plump, pink lips were exposed to the steam, Bai Chenxiang trembled all over.

She turned her head away, not daring to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth to keep them from falling.

Yue Qingge stopped in front of her, looking down at her from above. She placed her hands on her knees and firmly pried them apart, completely opening her up.

Chapter 138 Peach Blossom Wonderland

What comes into view is a wonderful place, as beautiful as peach blossoms.

Two small, pinkish-white petals were slightly closed, like a flower bud about to bloom, seemingly shy under Yue Qingge's gaze, gently trembling. A narrow gap was visible in the middle, with glistening water droplets hanging on the edge, indistinguishable whether they were from the hot spring or her own secretions.

Bai Chenxiang was so ashamed that she almost fainted. She could feel that gaze falling on her most private place.

This also sent a strange, tingling sensation deep within her body, making her want to escape.

She gritted her teeth, her soul power flickering silently in her hand, a pale blue light gathering between her fingers.

She wanted to attack him, even if it was just once.

But just as she was about to make her move, a warm breath landed there.

"Hmm~"

Her body suddenly froze, and the wave of heat that hit her face spread from her crotch area all the way up to the back of her head.

Her mind exploded with a bang, shattering all reason and anger.

The soul power gathered in his hand dissipated silently.

Yue Qingge didn't even raise his head. A mocking laugh came from below. He stretched out his finger, and his fingertip accurately found the pink spring. He gently pried it open to both sides.

The translucent, ring-shaped plastic wrap peeked out from the steam, guarding the last secret place.

Yue Qingge brought her fingertips closer, gently poked at it, and then quickly withdrew.

Bai Chenxiang instinctively squeezed her legs together, firmly locking Yue Qingge's wrists.

Her taut, beautiful legs twitched slightly from tension, each tremor conveying her inner panic.

A moment later, Bai Chenxiang's body reacted again, her legs slowly opening, and Yue Qingge's fingers, covered in flower dew, withdrew from there, the crystal-clear spiritual liquid drawing a thin thread from her fingertips.

He slowly raised his fingers and brought them to her lips.

"You're almost done washing. Lick it clean for me, then we can move on to the next round." Bai Chenxiang looked at the finger stained with her spiritual liquid and instinctively wanted to turn her face away, but her body was pulled forward by Yue Qingge, and she unconsciously leaned forward slightly. She hesitated for a moment, then opened her cherry-like mouth, revealing her pink tongue and neat pearly teeth. Her tongue timidly darted out and first gently touched Yue Qingge's fingertip.

The floral dew spread across her taste buds, carrying a slightly salty, fishy, ​​and sweet flavor.

She wrinkled her nose, then closed her eyes and slowly put the finger into her mouth.

Her soft lips enveloped Yue Qingge's fingers, tracing them gently across his fingertips, drawing all the glistening nectar into her mouth.

After licking it clean, Yue Qingge withdrew her fingers, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up from the fake rock.

Bai Chenxiang stumbled, her bare feet landing on the pebbles at the bottom of the water, and she almost fell.

Yue Qingge sat on the fake rock, patted her thigh, and then pointed to her bulging veins and the distinct coronal groove at the top of her farm tool.

"You sit down yourself."

Those four words shattered Bai Chenxiang's illusions completely.

She stared at the farm tool, which was bigger than her forearm, her pupils dilating violently. That thing, how could that thing possibly... kill someone?

The thought gave her goosebumps all over.

Tears welled in her eyes, glistening at the corners, and her voice trembled with sobs: "Please...don't touch me...I...I can do other things..."

Upon hearing her words, Yue Qingge's lips curled slightly.

There was no way around it; he didn't like forcing things, but people always compromise. "You said it yourself."

Yue Qingge's body moved closer, blocking all her escape routes. "You said you could do other things." Bai Chenxiang looked at him pitifully, her large, pale purple eyes filled with tears.

"Um…"

"As long as... as long as you don't take away my plastic wrap... I'll agree to anything else..." Yue Qingge was almost laughing herself silly. This silly girl.

But there was no smile on his face; instead, his expression became even more stern: "Then come in with your flowers." Bai Chenxiang's pale purple eyes were filled with horror.

She shook her head in disbelief; it was so tight that even a finger couldn't fit inside. How could... how could something like that fit?

Yue Qingge watched as her face changed from red to white, and then from white to red, as if it were magic.

"no…

Before she could finish speaking, Yue Qingge was already angry. He cupped some hot spring water in his hands and splashed it on her face.

"This won't do, that won't do, you have to get it out for me today. Otherwise..." He paused, his eyes sharp as knives, "I'll chop you down right now, and then take over your Min clan." ② Bai Chenxiang felt as if an invisible hand had seized her heart.

She bit her lower lip, looked into his sharp eyes, and then looked down at his towering farm tools.

"You didn't fall into selfishness; you sacrificed yourself to protect your family." Yue Qingge's enchanting voice continued to cleanse Bai Chenxiang's senses.

Finally, a tear slid down her cheek, but she quickly forced the rest of her tears back.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and the tip of her nose was also red, giving her a pitiful look.

Her small hands couldn't even wrap around the bulging farm implements; the throbbing veins in her palms were clearly visible.

She looked at the thing inside with sorrow, her lips trembling: "I... how am I supposed to get it out for you..."

Yue Qingge then took her small hand and guided her to place it on the crown.

His palm covered the back of her hand, guiding her hand and making her move it slowly up and down.

"that's it."

His voice rang out again, "Use your hands first."

Bai Chenxiang blushed. She could feel the cleavage rubbing back and forth in her palm, each time feeling like a burn. Yue Qingge lowered her head and glanced at her still-developing little pigeons. They were small, like two freshly baked buns, the tips still slightly raised from the touch.

He shook his head somewhat dejectedly, "Too small, not enough at all." His gaze then fell upon her cherry-like lips. After all, her lips were small and full, with a beautiful curve to the upper lip and a slightly thicker lower lip.

"You grip the handle with both hands."

"Then your little mouth will cover the crown. Do you understand?" Bai Chenxiang looked indignant, her brows furrowed tightly. Her hands twitched twice, as if making a last-ditch effort, and then she resignedly stretched out her two small hands, one above the other, to grasp the thick handle.

She slowly opened her cherry-like mouth, bent down, and took the crown of the farm tool, which exuded the scent of male hormones, into her mouth bit by bit.

The warm mouth enveloped her, and as she smelled the pungent odor, her throat tightened slightly, and an instinctive feeling of nausea welled up inside her.

But she dared not vomit, and could only force herself to suppress it, clumsily completing this shameful task.

Chapter 139 I Secretly Gave Birth to Your Child

However, her performance was far too clumsy.

The tooth accidentally grazed Yue Qingge's most sensitive spot, and a sharp pain shot through her.

Yue Qingge gasped, her brows furrowing slightly. "Use your lips to cover your teeth, don't use your teeth." Bai Chenxiang nodded hastily, quickly adjusting her posture.

The crown once again burrowed into the warm cavity. This time, without the obstruction of teeth, it slid in smoothly and was tightly surrounded by the moisture inside.

Bai Chenxiang's shy little spirit snake initially only touched the crown of the snake in a barely perceptible manner.

It timidly peeked out, touched it, and then withdrew. Eventually, there was no way to avoid it, and the crown filled her cavity.

In the end, her little snake had nowhere left to hide.

So she stopped running away and slowly encircled the crown, sweeping it from top to bottom, filling every uneven groove and every line.

Bai Chenxiang's mouth grew increasingly moist, with more and more saliva secreted. Her pale purple eyes flickered briefly in the moisture, but were quickly replaced by tears.

Crystalline tears welled up in her eyes, finally dripping onto the spot where the two were joined, mingling with the saliva that spilled from the corner of her mouth.