Divine Spark Seed, Orthodox Tang Sect Cultivation Method

Su Ling did not notice her little movements.

After taking a deep breath, he bent down by the moonlight and brought his lips close to Zhang Lexuan's cheek.

His warm breath brushed against her ear.

Su Ling placed an exceedingly light kiss on her face, like a dragonfly touching water—there and gone in an instant.

"Kissing her without permission should count as improper, right?" Su Ling thought to himself.

Yet several seconds passed, and Zhang Lexuan's breathing on the bed remained steady. Not even her eyelashes fluttered any more than before.

The system remained completely silent as well. Apparently, stealing just one kiss was not enough to stir her heart and did not count as improper.

Su Ling raised an eyebrow, immediately growing bolder.

He gently lifted the blanket, revealing Zhang Lexuan's flawless, delicate figure. Her skirt was short, only covering the roots of her thighs.

Her long, round, straight legs were especially eye-catching—without a trace of excess flesh, fair and smooth.

Seeing that Zhang Lexuan still did not react, Su Ling reached out and caressed her slender calf. His fingertips slowly slid upward from her ankle, stroking that smooth skin.

Only when his fingers reached her thigh did Su Ling stop. Unlike the slight coolness at her ankle, the skin here felt soft and warm.

Zhang Lexuan's breathing became imperceptibly unsteady, her leg muscles tensing slightly, and it seemed that her legs had drawn a little closer together.

But after merely two breaths, everything returned to normal, and the system's mission-completion notification still did not sound.

Su Ling sighed helplessly inwardly.

Zhang Lexuan's self-control was actually stronger than in real combat. He had nearly touched the root of her thigh, yet she was still pretending to be asleep.

"System, what is Zhang Lexuan's favorability toward me?"

[ Ding, Zhang Lexuan's current favorability is 72 ]

[ Ding, system tip: Favorability from 0–30 counts as friendship; 30–60 means a strong favorable impression; 60–70 means admiration; 70–85 means love; 85–95 means a lifetime together; above 95 means unwavering until death ]

"So that's how it is. Favorability of 72... in that case..."

Su Ling paused, then raised his hand toward the collar of her gauze dress, his intention obvious.

But before he could touch that softness, a burning-hot hand suddenly seized his wrist.

Su Ling's heart jolted.

Zhang Lexuan abruptly opened her eyes. There was not the slightest hint of drunkenness in them; they were filled with embarrassment, anger, and a glistening sheen.

With a reverse pull, she dragged Su Ling down onto the bed before he could react. A faint scent of alcohol and a subtle fragrance rushed straight to his head.

As the world spun around him—

Zhang Lexuan had already turned over and straddled Su Ling's waist, the hem of her black gauze dress falling around him and enclosing him beneath it.

Moonlight illuminated her flushed face.

Biting her lip, Zhang Lexuan's eyes shimmered as she glared at the boy beneath her, whose face had already turned bright red.

"...Su Ling, what were you... trying to do just now...?"

With her seated on his waist and abdomen, her weight and warmth seeped through their clothes and pressed directly against his body.

Su Ling's breath caught.

He looked up into Zhang Lexuan's eyes. Moisture glimmered in them—embarrassment and anger, mixed with a trace of smugness.

"Sister Lexuan... let me go. I was wrong..."

Su Ling's Adam's apple bobbed. He instinctively tried to push himself up, but Zhang Lexuan's hand on his chest seemed welded in place, leaving him unable to move in the slightest.

"Now you know to call me Sister when you're admitting your mistake?"

Zhang Lexuan suddenly lowered herself, her hair brushing over Su Ling's neck and sending a shiver through him.

"When you... when you kissed my face and touched my leg just now, why weren't you afraid? And... just now, you..."

Though she was questioning him, Zhang Lexuan's voice was so soft that it trembled. There was even a faint note of laughter born from exasperation.

Su Ling was left speechless by her words. Seeing that she was not truly angry, he simply decided to go all in, the defiance hidden in his eyes surfacing at that moment.

"Then, Sister Lexuan... did you like it?"

A mischievous smile appeared on Su Ling's slightly flushed handsome face. Both hands suddenly moved to either side, resting rather improperly on her legs.

Zhang Lexuan's delicate body trembled. Then, pursing her lips, she punched him lightly in the chest in annoyance.

But the blow was soft and weak, more like flirtation than anything else.

She turned her face away, the tips of her ears red enough to drip blood. She did not stop Su Ling's wandering hands either, allowing them to stroke her legs.

"Then... what about you?"

Zhang Lexuan's voice was very quiet, yet exceptionally clear.

Seeing her throw the question back at him, Su Ling smiled.

"What about me? Sister Lexuan, what are you talking about?"

Before his words had even faded, Zhang Lexuan suddenly turned back. Her jade-like hand grabbed Su Ling by the collar, and her gaze no longer avoided his. Her eyes burned with a desperate, aggressive resolve.

"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 own face was clearly reflected.

Several seconds passed. Her eyes, filled with Su Ling, gradually blurred over with mist, and her expression turned aggrieved.

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

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

"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 whisper was like blazing kindling, igniting her heart, which had just seemed to fall into an icy abyss.

Zhang Lexuan bit her lip, choking back sobs in grievance. "You... couldn't you have said that sooner... I thought..."

Seeing her softly scold him, Su Ling released her hand, only to quickly clasp her fingers again, their ten fingers intertwining.

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 sting on her lips. Su Ling had bitten her—not hard, but with a numbing hint of punishment.

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

The grievance and sobs from before were all forced back down her throat at that instant, 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, carrying an aggression that allowed no refusal.

Her mouth held the rich fragrance of wine, while her scent carried her own unique sweetness mixed with the faint salty tang of tears.

Zhang Lexuan's head spun, her thoughts a complete mess, and her taut body finally went limp.

The hands intertwined with Su Ling's gradually loosened as well, leaving only her fingertips unconsciously scratching lightly against the back of his hand.

After a long while.

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

Zhang Lexuan's gaze was unfocused. Seeing that Su Ling made no further move, she released the hand clasped with his and took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him down.

Unfortunately, she was not very skilled at kissing. Without Su Ling leading her, her soft, slick tongue was exceedingly clumsy.

Awkward yet passionate, she was like a kitten that refused to let go after being fed—greedy and stubborn.

Meanwhile, several hundred meters away.

Xuan Zi's face was flushed 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.

Yet now, he still 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 someday, this old man will be sitting at the head table!"

Foster fathers, do you think this kind of ambiguous scene is enjoyable to read, or would you rather have satisfying battles, building a faction, winning people over, and a fast-paced main plot?

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