Kissing Luo Bing

The night breeze carried the sweet scent of osmanthus. It slipped into her nostrils in soft wisps and brushed her face, cool and pleasant, yet it did nothing to dispel the restlessness in her heart.

She wandered aimlessly through the estate.

Before she knew it, her feet had led her, as if by some strange impulse, to the edge of the quiet bamboo grove in the rear courtyard.

Luo Bing was about to turn away when her ears suddenly twitched.

There seemed to be a sound deep within the bamboo grove.

It was as though something were being suppressed—intermittent, faint, almost impossible to make out.

It wasn't the rustle of wind through bamboo leaves, nor the chirping of insects on a summer night.

It was a woman's whisper, her restrained gasps dissolving into the darkness, damp and clinging with a strange intimacy.

Luo Bing immediately grew wary.

As one of the Red Flower Society's leaders, she had extensive experience in the martial world. Her sense of danger had long since become second nature.

An assassin? Or a spy?

She stilled her breathing, tapped her toes against the ground, and drifted toward the source of the sound like a weightless fallen leaf.

The closer she got, the clearer the sound became.

It was a woman's sigh, low and full of longing.

There was a strange rhythm to it, something between pain and exquisite pleasure. It set her heart trembling and made her want to discover what was happening.

Luo Bing's heart sank.

She was nearly certain that something intensely intimate and secret was taking place inside.

How brazen! How dare anyone engage in such private affairs in Great Hero Guo's estate!

She quietly circled behind the pavilion and, hidden in the shadow of a clump of bamboo, carefully parted two leaves to peer inside.

Luo Bing felt as if she'd been struck by lightning!

Boom—!

Her mind went utterly blank. All the blood in her body seemed to rush to her head at once, heating her cheeks and burning her ears.

Inside the pavilion.

Lin Xuan, the young man who had left her so unsettled, was lounging against a stone bench.

His clothes were half open, revealing his firm chest.

His head was tilted slightly back, his face wearing an expression of contented enjoyment.

And in front of him, a woman was kneeling, bent forward in utter submission.

Luo Bing recognized that exquisite pale robe!

It was Huang Rong!

The peerless beauty and brilliant strategist, Sect Leader Huang!

Luo Bing's breath stopped completely.

She saw Huang Rong's dark hair cascading over her snowy shoulders like a waterfall, veiling most of her profile and revealing only the graceful curve of her jade-white neck.

Her neck was long and slender, gleaming in the moonlight like porcelain. It seemed delicate enough to break at a touch, yet possessed a surprising resilience.

Even kneeling, her shapely figure traced a breathtakingly alluring curve.

Her slender waist, delicate as a willow branch, contrasted sharply with the lush curve of her hips. The rise and fall of her figure could drive any man wild, make him ache to pull her into his arms and feel her softness and suppleness.

The hem of her robe had fallen in a disordered heap beside her, revealing a glimpse of her snowy calf, which glimmered enticingly in the moonlight.

And now, this extraordinary woman—usually so dignified and noble that no one dared look at her directly, the leader of the Beggar Sect and Great Hero Guo's wife—was actually...

Luo Bing's eyes widened. She saw it—saw it all clearly!

Huang Rong's fair, exquisite face was flushed with desire, the color spreading from her cheeks to her ears as though she had been brushed by the brightest sunset.

Her usually lively peach-blossom eyes were tightly shut. Her long lashes quivered, betraying the intensity of what she was feeling.

Her full, enticing lips were parted, moist and alluring. In a way Luo Bing couldn't have imagined, much less dared imagine, she pressed herself against Lin Xuan with all her heart. With utmost tenderness and obedience, she seemed to turn into a spring of water and give herself entirely to him. Her silent posture spoke of total devotion and surrender, as though nothing existed in the world but this moment and these two people. Every so often, a faint, tightly suppressed moan of satisfaction escaped her throat, like the contented, slightly plaintive murmur of a thoroughly tamed cat.

She seemed completely absorbed, oblivious to everything around her.

She had no idea that someone was watching her at her most private and uninhibited.

Luo Bing's mind went buzz, and the world spun around her.

A powerful shock surged up from her heart, accompanied by feelings too complicated to name.

She almost cried out, but at the last moment, she summoned all her strength and clapped a hand over her mouth!

She couldn't believe it!

The Sect Leader Huang she revered like a goddess—the perfect woman, the legendary beauty and genius—was actually... actually debasing herself to please her own disciple!

It turned everything she thought she knew upside down!

She stared blankly, frozen in place as if under a restraining spell.

Time seemed to slow, stretching out without end.

She could even make out the tiny shifts in Huang Rong's cheeks with each tremor, and the faint blue veins raised by exertion on her snowy wrists. They were so clear in the moonlight that Luo Bing could almost feel the blood flowing through them.

It was so beautiful, and so heart-stirring.

The clash between such exquisite beauty and such utter submission struck Luo Bing like a thunderbolt, tearing at her nerves and leaving her more shaken and conflicted than ever before.

She felt an inexplicable jealousy, along with an excitement she couldn't put into words.

Luo Bing couldn't bear the overwhelming shock.

She spun around, throwing every thought from her mind.

As if shoved by an invisible hand, she fled the bamboo grove that had shaken her so deeply, stumbling in her panic.

Her heart pounded like a war drum, every beat making her chest ache.

"Thump!"

She slammed into her own door with a dull crash.

Then, fumbling in a panic, she bolted it and leaned against the cold door, gasping for breath. Her whole body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

Her mind was full of the vivid, shocking scene she had just witnessed.

Huang Rong's face, flushed with desire, had been more tender and obedient than Luo Bing had ever seen it.

Luo Bing closed her eyes, her thoughts in turmoil.

The secret burned in her heart like a blazing fire, scorching her reason and kindling a forbidden spark deep within her—a spark she hadn't even known was there.

She knew that from now on, she could never look at Huang Rong or Lin Xuan the way she had before.

Inside the pavilion, the sounds of Luo Bing's panicked retreat were no more than a faint rustle of wind to Lin Xuan.

He had sensed Luo Bing spying on them long ago, but hadn't called her out. He knew she would never tell anyone.

He could feel Huang Rong's movements growing more urgent, more focused.

She seemed to have noticed the moment his attention had wandered, and wanted to answer with even greater affection, to prove she was wholly devoted to him.

That sensitivity and perceptiveness were among Huang Rong's most captivating qualities.

Lin Xuan savored the loving rapture and devotion she gave him.

She obediently cast the whole world aside and focused only on him. Every almost imperceptible tremor, every breath that drew near, carried a heart-stirring warmth.

Her full red lips had grown swollen and even more enticing, like ripe cherries that made him want to take a bite.

She responded with tender submission, her attentiveness drawing him into deeper and deeper pleasure each time.

Huang Rong's cheek rested against his thigh. Her delicate skin was damp with perspiration, conveying her complete devotion.

Her breathing grew quick and ragged, her nostrils fluttering slightly. Each breath carried her rich feminine fragrance, mingled with her distinctive sweetness.

Under her efforts, Lin Xuan's body had grown taut to its very limit.

He felt a wave of heat surge through him, building until it was about to break free.

"Mm."

A low, muffled groan escaped his throat, trembling beyond his control.

Huang Rong noticed at once, and her movements grew more fervent, more heedless.

Her dark hair had fallen loose and become disheveled. A few strands were even damp with sweat at her temple, clinging to her flushed cheek.

Her tightly shut peach-blossom eyes trembled like butterfly wings in the wind. A few glistening tears had gathered at their corners, proof of her overwhelming pleasure and devotion.

Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, her knuckles turning white with effort. Her nails even dug unconsciously into his skin, leaving faint marks.

But Lin Xuan didn't mind.

He felt an indescribable, overwhelming pleasure sweep through him like an erupting volcano. He held her head close, drawing her nearer as if he wanted to merge her with his very blood and share the greatest joy in the world.

"Mm."

Huang Rong's body suddenly stiffened, a muffled whimper escaping her throat.

Her slender neck bobbed violently with the force of the moment, faint veins showing beneath her skin.

Even as that wave of heat washed over her, she remained devoted and obedient, immersing herself completely in its intensity and in the warmth that carried his unique scent. Her response was a little clumsy, yet filled with an aching tenderness and satisfaction.

Lin Xuan slowly exhaled. The tension left his body, replaced by a sense of ease unlike anything he had ever felt.

He opened his eyes and gazed down at the top of Huang Rong's head.

She was still kneeling before him, her body trembling slightly, cheeks flushed and lips parted, glistening with moisture.

Her breathing remained quick, her chest rising and falling sharply. The curves of her figure looked especially enticing in the moonlight.

She slowly raised her head. Her usually lively, mischievous eyes were now misty, and her gaze brimmed with tenderness and longing.

"Xuan'er."

Her voice was hoarse and trembling, yet irresistibly tender.

She seemed to have noticed that brief moment when his attention had wandered. Even after all that pleasure, her keen awareness had kept her focused on him.

"What happened just now?" she asked softly, concern in her voice.

Lin Xuan looked at her flushed face, her misty eyes, and her red lips, now even fuller and more alluring after their intimacy.

He reached out and gently stroked her smooth hair. His fingertips brushed her clear brow before he lightly took hold of her small chin and raised her face a little higher.

"Nothing. Master, you made me feel so good."

He deliberately drew out the words "so good," emphasizing them with suggestive significance.

Huang Rong's cheeks instantly turned even redder, as though they might drip with blood.

Her watery peach-blossom eyes lowered shyly, her long lashes casting fan-shaped shadows over her eyelids.

A sweetness and satisfaction beyond words welled up in Huang Rong's heart.

She raised her head, her gaze full of tenderness and adoration.

"As long as Xuan'er likes it."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an unwavering certainty.

Kissing Luo Bing

At first light, a hazy gray-white glow filled the room.

Luo Bing felt as if she had spent the whole night lying on hot coals, her quilt twisted into a tangled heap. The heat in her body hadn't faded with the night breeze. If anything, it had grown more intense.

Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw the vivid, enticing scene in the moonlit pavilion.

She suddenly sat up, chest heaving as she gulped for air, trying to force the restlessness and shock out of her.