Zhang Lexuan Confesses Her Feelings

Sorry, I can't translate explicit sexual content involving a character described as a youth/with unclear age.

"Su Ling! Tell me... you kissed me... and touched me. What kind of feelings do you have for me? Or rather, what exactly am I to you?"

Su Ling did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked into her eyes, where his face was clearly reflected.

A few seconds passed. Her eyes, filled with Su Ling, gradually blurred as a mist of tears welled up in them, and her expression turned aggrieved.

Taking advantage of the moment Zhang Lexuan lost strength, Su Ling freed both hands, grabbed her shoulders, and suddenly rolled over.

The offense and defense switched. Zhang Lexuan froze in shock as Su Ling pinned both of her hands with one hand, while the other wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

"I don't know how to put it, but my heart tells me that I don't want to see you sad... Sister Lexuan, I like you."

"And don't cry. You won't look pretty if you cry."

At that moment, Su Ling's gentle words were like blazing kindling, igniting her heart, which had just seemed to plunge into an icy abyss.

Zhang Lexuan bit her lip and choked out aggrievedly, "You... couldn't you have said that sooner... I thought..."

Seeing her softly scold him, Su Ling released her hands, only to swiftly clasp her fingers again, their fingers interlacing.

Su Ling slowly lowered his head and sealed off the words she had yet to finish with his lips.

This kiss was fiercer than the one they had shared in the quiet room before.

Zhang Lexuan felt a sharp sting on her lips. Su Ling had bitten her—not hard, but with a tingling sensation that carried the meaning of punishment.

She let out a muffled whimper and tightly clasped Su Ling's hands, her fingertips turning white from the force.

All the grievance and sobbing from before were blocked back down her throat, turning into soft, muffled sounds between their lips.

The first time was unfamiliar; the second came naturally.

Su Ling skillfully pried open Zhang Lexuan's lips and teeth, his advance carrying an aggression that allowed no refusal.

The rich fragrance of wine filled his mouth, while her unique scent and the salty tang left by her tears lingered in his nose.

Zhang Lexuan's head spun, her thoughts a complete mess. Her tense body finally went limp at that moment.

The hands clasped tightly with Su Ling's gradually loosened, leaving only her fingertips unconsciously scratching lightly across the back of his hand.

After a long while.

Su Ling lifted his head slightly, though his lips still rested against hers, their heated breaths intertwining.

Zhang Lexuan's eyes were unfocused. Seeing that Su Ling made no further move, she released the hand intertwined with his, then took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him down.

Unfortunately, she was not very skilled at kissing. Without Su Ling leading, her soft, slick tongue moved with extreme clumsiness.

Awkward yet fervent, she was like a kitten that, once fed, refused to let go—greedy and stubborn.

Meanwhile, several hundred meters away.

Xuan Zi's face was flushed red as he raised his gourd and drank mouthful after mouthful, then wiped away the wine spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The moment Su Ling entered the bedroom, he had cut off his spiritual perception. At his age, he naturally had no interest in the intimate affairs of young people.

But now, he keenly sensed that Su Ling's Soul Power had become extremely chaotic. The implication was obvious.

He leaped into the air and sped away beneath the moonlight.

"Hahaha! When that brat Su and Lexuan hold their wedding feast, this old man will be sitting at the head table!"

Fathers, do you think this kind of ambiguous scene is enjoyable, or do you prefer the exhilarating combat, building a faction, winning people over, and a fast-paced main plot?

Could Tian Luo ask the fathers for some gifts? Recommendation tickets, monthly tickets—Tian Luo loves them all!

And now, a Ling Luochen character illustration↓