What Makes a Home

Murong Qing pressed a slender finger to her lower lip as if deep in thought, unaware that this action made Si Ming's breathing even heavier.

"How about this, you recite a poem that's appropriate for the occasion, and I'll take off a piece of clothing for each one you recite."

Despite her usual pragmatic and strong-willed nature, Murong Qing still retains some of the artistic and literary qualities of a young woman at heart, likely influenced by her father. Women who have studied music, chess, calligraphy, and painting often have a romantic heart.

Si Ming wasn't a humanities major; normally, if you asked him to recite poetry, he could probably only manage one line. "The sea, you are all water; the horse, you have four legs." But at this crucial moment, for the sake of his future happiness and sexual gratification, his inspiration flowed like a torrent, unmatched by anyone. A whole string of poems and songs poured forth uncontrollably, coming right out of his mouth:

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold; flowers have a delicate fragrance, and the moon casts a soft shadow. The sounds of singing and music from the pavilions are faint, and the courtyard with its swings is shrouded in the deep of night."

Murong Qing revealed a mischievous smile and shook her head, "You already said that, it doesn't count."

Without hesitation, Si Ming immediately replied, "I urge you not to waste your golden robes, but to cherish your youth. Pluck the flower while it blooms, lest you break a bare branch when Wuhua."

Murong Qing intently, her eyes sparkling. She bit her lip and hummed in a nasal tone, "You pass."

Then she reached behind her back and untied the knot, causing the fiery red bodice to slip down, revealing her snow-white skin, which shone brightly even in the darkness.

Si Ming finally understood what it felt like to be on the edge of his seat. The evil dragon had already raised its head, ready to snatch the princess away at any moment, but the princess did not give in and maintained the last line of defense.

There's one more item.

Following Murong Qing's finger, Si Ming looked at the other woman's long, shapely legs—perfectly proportioned, neither too big nor too small—and her private parts concealed by high-slit shorts. His nostrils flared, exhaling two breaths of desire, and he casually remarked:

"South and north of my cottage, spring waters flow; flocks of gulls come daily. The flower-lined path has never been swept for guests; now, my humble gate is opened for you."

Murong Qing was taken aback, then said coquettishly, "You're reciting poetry nonsense; this poem isn't about anything at all."

"If I say it is, then it is!"

Si Ming could no longer restrain himself. He lunged forward, rubbed his hands together like a knife, and sliced through the high-cut shorts, turning them into pink butterflies that fluttered in the air.

"Wait a minute, I'm not ready yet..."

"You can never be fully prepared for something like this; we can learn as we go, sharpening our skills on the spot."

Si Ming's hands thoroughly explored Murong Qing's body. Murong Qing a mix of tension, trembling, and excitement, a truly complex emotion. She simply looked up at her lover with narrowed eyes, completely unaware that her breathing was gradually becoming heavier.

The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will persevere in my pursuit.

Si Ming reached down and searched, his fingertips damp. He took it out, looked at it, and asked in confusion, "Didn't you already prepare this?"

"No."

"So your punishment just now was just to cover up your nervousness?"

"No."

Murong Qing her burning face against his firm chest, biting her lip, refusing to admit it.

Si Ming didn't force her to admit it. When he noticed that she was anxious, he stopped being anxious and continued to work on his technique while exploring her body. After touching her twice, her delicate body stiffened and then twitched noticeably.

"You're being too sensitive. I haven't even finished sharpening my gun, and you're already..."

"No! No! No!" Murong Qing blushed and dared not look up at anyone.

"Don't lie; confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely."

Si Ming felt as if he had transformed into a demolition soldier on the battlefield, charging forward all the way, but he was soon blocked. Lacking experience, he didn't know whether he should force the explosion, afraid of hurting the other party, and also felt that a short pain was better than a long one.

"Should I make you confess more often, or would it be better if I were stricter?"

After a while, Murong Qing said in a voice barely audible, "Go ahead and be strict."

"Okay, then you'll have to bear with it."

"Um."

This night of interrogation was destined to be long...

Chapter 716 What Makes a Home

The next morning, Si Ming woke up early. Although he had been up most of the night, he felt refreshed and full of energy, and did not feel "drained" as often described in jokes.

Of course, it might also be related to the fact that it was both of their first time, and they lacked skills, plus neither of them were particularly eager.

Suddenly, Si Ming noticed something was wrong with his body. After a brief internal examination, he discovered that his Internal Cultivation had broken through to level thirteen.

This level is a watershed moment, known as the Spirit Transformation Threshold. Reaching this level means that one is qualified to advance to the Spirit Transformation. Although being qualified and actually succeeding are two different things, and some people have not advanced even after cultivating their Internal Cultivation to level fourteen, it still has a different significance.

Was it fortuitous opportunity coincidence that I just exceeded my limit last night, or was it influenced by the passion of last night?

If it were a coincidence, the timing would be far too opportune. But if it were the latter, at least Si Ming didn't realize he hadn't learned any methods of Blissful Chan -Yang intercourse or the art of sexual intercourse. He couldn't possibly have just been inspired by the scene and figured it out on his own, could he?

As he was pondering, he suddenly felt the blanket shake gently. Looking down, Si Ming met the gaze of Murong Qing, who had just opened her eyes.

Murong Qing initially looked confused, but then remembered the intimacy of the previous night. She blushed and quietly pulled the blanket up to cover her face.

Si Ming quickly pulled the blanket up, not giving the other person a chance to cover their face, and then stared intently at that expression he had never seen before last night.

Just as Murong Qing was about to reach her breaking point and was about to regain her strong, independent woman persona, Si Ming immediately said in a gentle voice, "Good morning, my wife."

Murong Qing's previously pent-up aura vanished instantly, replaced by a languid, beautiful smile as she softly said, "Good morning, my husband."

Si Ming reached out and hugged her, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. Murong Qing her eyes, enjoying the moment before opening them to look.

"Does it still hurt?" Si Ming asked with concern.

"It's alright, I'm Spirit Transformation, my recovery ability is much stronger than the average person."