Xiao Ling: No, You Came at Just the Right Time

The tenderness of their touching lips lingered for nearly ten minutes before they slowly parted, their breaths gradually growing unsteady.

Dan Chen's delicate lips had been kissed into an alluring flushed red, like a pink peach touched by morning dew. Yet her eyes brimmed with irrepressible satisfaction. Her lashes trembled lightly as she remained immersed in their recent intimacy, a faint smile on her lips, completely intoxicated.

Just as the two were savoring that tenderness, the Soul Power circulating around Xiao Ling was the first to catch an anomaly not far to his side. A faint, almost imperceptible presence lingered in the courtyard, carrying a distinctly sour note of jealousy.

Both of them stirred inwardly and instinctively turned to look. Their gazes passed over the lush bamboo and cypresses beside the bluestone path before instantly settling on the hexagonal pavilion at the center of the courtyard.

Inside the pavilion, Cao Ying leaned lazily against the vermilion railing, her slender jade hand propping up her smooth chin. Her long black dress flowed to the ground, the dark patterns embroidered along its hem flickering in and out of view beneath the shifting light.

Her autumn-water eyes were half-lidded as she watched them with an amused smile. A trace of barely detectable annoyance hid in their depths, but her expression remained languid and elegant, without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

Noticing their gazes, Cao Ying could not help covering her mouth and laughing softly. Her clear, silver-bell laughter broke the courtyard's tranquility.

She slowly straightened and looked at Xiao Ling with a teasing tone. "Hehe, I wonder whether the sound of my footsteps interrupted your intimacy with little sister Dan Chen? But judging by how absorbed you two were just now, it seems I truly came at the wrong time today..."

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