Her raven hair cascaded down like a waterfall, falling straight past her hips.
And beneath the flickering red candles, her frost-cold eyes gradually melted as he removed his undergarment.
Revealing skin like jade and frost.
Then...
He slowly lay against his master's chest, gently wrapping his arms around his master's waist.
His body trembled, his cheeks flushed crimson, and he looked utterly drunk.
"Master, tonight is our wedding night."
He murmured, while the Clear Shadow Sword beside him trembled incessantly, seemingly somewhat aggrieved and wanting to offer its suggestions. Ye Qinghong slapped it, knocking it unconscious on the spot.
It lay on the ground, motionless.
Ye Qinghong likewise stayed against Fang Yang's chest, his skin like red jade, suffused with layer upon layer of rosy clouds.
His cool face had turned completely crimson, breathtakingly beautiful. He had never displayed such a bearing before.
Time slowly slipped by...
Master and disciple held each other tightly.
Fang Yang kept his eyes tightly shut, suppressing his breathing and heartbeat. His Formless Demon Body had already activated, and the hot blood within him kept churning.
Ye Qinghong was likewise unbearably bashful, his mind utterly blank. He simply had no idea how to proceed.
After all...
He had practiced the sword since childhood, pouring all his heart and mind into the Sword Dao.
He had never learned anything about this.
He only knew that on their wedding night, a married couple would wear nothing and embrace. As for what came next, he had absolutely no idea.
And so...
He secretly rummaged through his Storage Bag and retrieved a cultivation manual belonging to a disciple of the Hehuan Sect. Holding his master with a thief's guilty conscience, he secretly studied it.
The more he learned, the more thrilling it became, and the redder his cheeks grew...