"Mmm-" Na'er gave a soft, satisfied hum like a cat and drew back slightly, her pink lips moist and glossy as she gazed dreamily at the boy right before her.
"Want more?" Xu Qingjia asked softly, unmistakable affection in his voice.
"Hehe~" Na'er did not answer. With a coy little laugh, she leaned her head closer again, her intentions plain.
Xu Qingjia readily obliged. Holding the warm, soft beauty in his arms, he lowered his head again-once, twice, three times-savoring the sweetness that belonged to him alone.
Only after an unknown length of time did Xu Qingjia draw back a little. His fingers gently brushed Na'er's delicate, enticingly flushed cheek, and his voice took on a teasing note. "What, haven't you sampled it while I was cultivating at night?"
It was not as though he had been entirely unguarded at first. But over time, he had realized that rather than worry about this little Silver Dragon taking him to another, larger Silver Dragon, he ought to worry about his kidneys.
At that, the White-Haired Dumpling immediately widened her eyes and put on an air of righteous indignation, as though nothing of the sort had ever happened. "I would never do anything so sneaky!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Xu Qingjia drew out the words, the amusement in his eyes deepening.
"Yes, exactly!" Na'er nodded vigorously, trying to make herself more convincing.
"Speaking of which..." Xu Qingjia abruptly changed the subject. He shifted his body and remarked with apparent casualness, "Why does this cotton underwear feel a little uncomfortable?"
Na'er looked puzzled. "Aren't you wearing ice silkworm silk today?"
Xu Qingjia: ...
Na'er: ...
The White-Haired Dumpling blinked, then realized she had let something slip. Her little face instantly turned scarlet, and her eyes began darting about as she searched for a