Future Mother-in-Law's Gift

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 past her ear.

Su Ling placed an extremely light kiss on her face, like a dragonfly touching the water—gone the moment it landed.

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

Yet several seconds passed, and Zhang Lexuan's breathing remained steady. Not even her eyelashes trembled an extra time.

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

Su Ling raised an eyebrow, instantly growing bolder.

He gently lifted the blanket, revealing Zhang Lexuan's flawless, exquisite body. Her skirt was short, barely covering the tops of her thighs.

Her 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 touched her slender calf. His fingertips slowly slid upward from her ankle, caressing that delicate skin.

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

Zhang Lexuan's breathing grew imperceptibly uneven, her leg muscles tightening slightly, and it seemed as though her thighs had drawn closer together.

But after only two breaths, she returned to normal, while the system's notification for completing the task still did not sound.

Su Ling sighed helplessly to himself.

This Zhang Lexuan had even stronger self-control than she did in actual combat. He was practically at the top of her thigh, yet she was still pretending to sleep.

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

[ Ding. Zhang Lexuan's current favorability: 72 ]

[ Ding. System tip: Favorability from 0–30 is friendship; 30–60 is strong affection; 60–70 is admiration; 70–85 is love; 85–95 is for a lifetime; above 95 is until death ]

"I see. Favorability of 72? In that case, then..."

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

But before he could touch that softness, a scorching hand suddenly seized his wrist.

Su Ling's heart jolted.

Zhang Lexuan abruptly opened her eyes. There was not a trace of drunkenness in them; they brimmed instead with embarrassment, irritation, and moisture.

With a reverse tug, she pulled him down onto the bed before he could react. A faint scent of wine and a delicate 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 skirt 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 young man beneath her, whose face had already turned red.

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

With her sitting on his waist and abdomen, her weight and warmth seeped through their clothes directly into his body.

Su Ling's breathing caught.

He looked up into Zhang Lexuan's eyes, glistening with moisture—embarrassed and annoyed, yet mixed with a hint of smugness.

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

Su Ling's Adam's apple bobbed as he instinctively tried to sit up, but Zhang Lexuan's hand pressed against his chest as if welded there, leaving him unable to move at all.

"Now you know to call me sister and admit your mistake?"

Zhang Lexuan suddenly lowered herself. Her hair fell over Su Ling's neck, brushing against his skin and sending a shiver through him.

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

Though she was questioning him, Zhang Lexuan's voice was so soft it trembled, faintly carrying the tone of someone laughing in anger.

Su Ling was left speechless by her words. Seeing that she was not truly angry, he simply threw caution to the wind, the defiance hidden in his eyes surfacing at last.

"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 improperly on her legs.

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

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

She turned her face away, her ears red enough to bleed, yet she did not stop Su Ling's wandering hands and let them caress 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 grabbing Su Ling by the collar. Her gaze no longer avoided his; it burned brightly, carrying a desperate, all-or-nothing aggression.

"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, once filled entirely with Su Ling, gradually blurred over with a mist of tears, and her expression turned aggrieved.

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

The offense and defense switched. Zhang Lexuan froze in surprise as Su Ling pinned both her delicate hands with one hand and used the other to wipe 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 whisper was like a blazing spark, igniting the heart that had just fallen into an icy abyss.

Zhang Lexuan bit her lip, choking back tears in grievance. "Y-you... couldn't you have said it sooner... I thought..."

Seeing her softly reproach him, Su Ling released her hand, then quickly clasped her fingers again, their ten fingers entwining.

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 in the quiet room before.

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

She let out a muffled whimper and tightly clasped Su Ling's hands, her fingertips squeezing until they turned white.

The grievance and sobs from before were all forced back down her throat at that moment, turning into muffled sounds between their lips and teeth.

The first time was unfamiliar; the second came naturally.

Su Ling skillfully pried open Zhang Lexuan's 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 mind grew dizzy, her thoughts turning into a complete mess. Her taut body finally went limp at that moment.

The hands entwined with Su Ling's gradually loosened, leaving only her fingertips unconsciously scratching lightly at 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 intertwining.

Zhang Lexuan's gaze was unfocused. Seeing that Su Ling did not make another move—

She released the hand entwined 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, slippery tongue was utterly clumsy.

Awkward yet fervent, 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 glowing red as he raised his gourd and took gulp after gulp, then wiped the spilled wine from the corner of his mouth.

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

But 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 the time comes for Brat Su and Lexuan's wedding wine, this old man will be sitting at the head table!"

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

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

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