Black Flame City, within the Cang Xuan Sect's residence, in an elegantly furnished room. Candlelight flickered, illuminating the entwined figures on the bed.
Zuoqiu Qingyu extended a slender jade finger, carrying the laziness of the aftermath and a trace of reproach as she lightly poked Mo Lin's solid chest. Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with moisture as she lowered her voice. "You bad thing... Don't do that next time! You just had to... It's so embarrassing!"
As she spoke, she subconsciously glanced toward the inner side of the bed. Zi Yan was sleeping soundly sprawled out, her little face flushed red. She was completely unaware of the intimate scene that had just unfolded beside her and was even letting out faint snores.
Mo Lin lowered his head and looked at the alluring yet bashful beauty in his arms. With a wicked grin, he leaned close to her ear, deliberately breathing hot air against her sensitive earlobe. "What's there to be embarrassed about? In the future... wouldn't it be good to get used to the atmosphere in advance?"
His hand... drew a suppressed, coquettish cry from Zuoqiu Qingyu, leaving half her body limp.
"Besides..." Mo Lin's voice was husky and magnetic, full of temptation. "My Qingyu's pair of treasures really are getting fuller and fuller. I like them very much..."
Zuoqiu Qingyu's pretty face flushed crimson like a ripe peach. Annoyed, she slapped away his mischievous hand, though the sensation at her fingertips made her heart tremble.
Not only did she fail to push him away, she pressed her warm, soft body even closer as though seeking warmth. A faint, barely noticeable concern entered her voice as she deftly changed the subject. "Stop fooling around... Let's talk business. The Flame Marrow Vein opens tomorrow. Didn't Elder Wu say each sect only gets