A Big Gift Bag

Night fell, and the river of stars glittered brilliantly.

Along the shores of the Judgment Sea.

Qian Renxue quietly nestled in Ling Yuxuan's arms like a little kitten, occasionally rubbing her head against him.

The last barrier between them had been completely torn away. Neither of them suppressed the feelings buried deep in their hearts any longer, instead letting them out completely.

Ling Yuxuan looked at Qian Renxue resting quietly in his arms, and scenes from their years of living together flashed before his eyes.

There was the time when, at the age of three, he had been rescued by Qian Renxue beneath a dry well.

There was also the first time he saw Qian Renxue cry, and how he had comforted her.

There were also the scenes of them constantly sparring and pushing each other forward.

Ling Yuxuan suddenly hugged Qian Renxue tightly, resting his chin against her Fragrant Shoulder.

"Thank you, Xue'er Sister!"

"Xiao Xuan, what is it this time?"

"Thank you for saving me back then, Sister. If you hadn't saved me, I might have already died in Douhun Village. Without you, there wouldn't be the me of today."

Qian Renxue smiled faintly, turned around, and gently cupped Ling Yuxuan's cheeks with both hands.

"Little Rascal, then how are you going to thank me?"

"Sister's life-saving grace is greater than heaven. I can only offer myself to you, and then give you a big gift bag!"

"Peh, peh, peh! Saving you was nothing but a losing deal. I even ended up giving myself to you. What a terrible loss! Where's the gift bag?"

Ling Yuxuan gave a mischievous smile.

"Of course, it's the ten-month pregnancy gift bag!"

After saying that, Ling Yuxuan ignored Qian Renxue's protests in his arms, picked her up, and carried her deeper into the house they had built in Judgment Land.

Ling Yuxuan gently laid Qian Renxue on the bed, then climbed onto it himself.

At that moment, Qian Renxue's pure and holy face was flushed red. Her skin was smooth as mutton-fat jade, intoxicating enough to make one want to take a bite and leave behind a mark of one's own.

Having lived with Qian Renxue day and night for ten years, Ling Yuxuan understood every part of her and liked every part of her.

Qian Renxue buried her face deep in the blankets, not knowing what to do. If the Little Rascal wanted it later, should she give in or not?

While Qian Renxue was still lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, Ling Yuxuan had already lifted the blanket and slipped inside.

Qian Renxue suddenly trembled all over as a pair of scorching hands climbed onto her slender waist. She wanted to slap them away, but her whole body had already gone weak. Where could she find the strength to stop him? She could only let those hands roam over her body.

The way Ling Yuxuan looked at Qian Renxue now was like a hungry wolf eyeing a lamb awaiting slaughter, filled with hunger and thirst.

"Xue'er Sister, you can't run away this time."

"No, don't, Little Rascal, get away from me!"

Ling Yuxuan was speechless. Why was Qian Renxue so unable to withstand teasing?

He caught her hands as they kept flailing about, clasped them tightly in his own, and stared straight at Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue finally gave up struggling, turning her head away and not daring to meet Ling Yuxuan's gaze.

"Little Rascal, if you really want it, it's not impossible. Then... then be gentler."

Qian Renxue silently closed her eyes.

After waiting for a long time, the pain she had imagined never came.

"Xue'er Sister, you smell so nice."

Holding Qian Renxue tightly, Ling Yuxuan could naturally feel her body growing hotter and hotter—warm, soft, and comfortable.

Ling Yuxuan held Qian Renxue's burning cheeks in both hands and gently stroked them.

"Xue'er Sister, I was only teasing you just now. We're still too young. I'm fine, but it wouldn't be good if I hurt your body."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue's heart warmed. She hugged Ling Yuxuan tightly and rubbed against him in his arms.

"Xue'er Sister, I advise you to behave yourself, or I really won't be able to hold back."

Qian Renxue pulled away from Ling Yuxuan's arms, but the moment she did, she was pulled back in.

"Xue'er Sister, don't go. I want to hold you while I sleep. I can't sleep without you."

Ling Yuxuan spoke nonsense with a completely serious expression.

"Fine, fine. I really can't do anything about you, Little Rascal. I'll indulge you, then!"

"Alright, Xue'er Sister, it's getting late. Let's sleep. We still have training tomorrow!"

After saying that, Ling Yuxuan deeply closed his eyes.

Feeling the warmth of the young man's chest, Qian Renxue inexplicably felt at ease.

"Good night..."

She whispered softly. Her heartbeat gradually calmed, and with a trace of sweetness in her heart, she slowly drifted off to sleep...