Tie Qingyao nodded awkwardly. Qing Chen had already raised his hand and undone the first gold clasp on her phoenix crown.
The strings of pearls chimed softly, tinkling like a spring.
The second, the third, the fourth...
At last, the phoenix crown slipped free, and Tie Qingyao's dark hair cascaded like water, her red robes setting off her snow-white skin...
Red candles flickered gently, and the bed curtains fell.
Outside the window, spiritual mist slowly rose from the Luo River, shrouding the Listening to the Waves Pavilion in a haze of watery light.
The fragrance in the room gradually deepened, and the twin-blossomed spirit lotus on the table quietly unfurled...
Faced with Qing Chen's entwining advances, Tie Qingyao was at first somewhat at a loss. Intimacy between men and women was entirely different from cultivation and magical combat.
Qing Chen needed only to tease her a little and flirt a bit, and her cheeks flushed crimson; she nearly failed to maintain even her usual easy composure.
Yet Qing Chen was extremely patient, guiding her little by little to cast off her restraint...
"You..."
Before she could finish, Qing Chen gently kissed her.
Only after a while did she turn her face aside, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum. "Be gen... gentle in a moment."
Qing Chen chuckled, his breath brushing her ear. "I haven't even gone in yet..."
This left the clever Tie Qingyao even more embarrassed.
She raised a hand to push him, but he caught it smoothly. Their fingers entwined, their sleeves slipped down, and the red candles cast their shadows upon the curtains, where they swayed like gentle ripples on spring waters.
"Ah... hiss... that won't work!"
"Uh!" "I'll only touch."
"Ah!"
After an unknown length of time, Qing Chen, who was on top, suddenly