Chapter 108: Ya Fei (Supplementary)

Qianmo decisively swept Yafei up into his arms. At some point, a large bed had appeared in the corner of the room. It was spacious enough to leave plenty of room even with both of them on it, and the entire bedding set was a deep red—the very shade of a wedding night.

"Ah! Husband, didn't we say we'd talk about this later? What are you doing now?" Yafei cried out in surprise.

Qianmo carried her toward the bed. "That’s right, my lady! Later, just as you said! I’m not doing anything wrong, am I? Perhaps you misunderstood?" Qianmo said with a faint smile.

Yafei thought it over carefully and realized how her words had been misinterpreted. Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red. "No, that’s not it! I meant afterward, we can talk about it afterward!" She playfully pounded on Qianmo with her small fists, putting up a token resistance.

"Forget it, let’s just call it 'later.' It’s all the same. Besides, since the bed is already here, it would be a shame not to get some sleep."

The noisy Yafei fell silent, glancing toward the large red bed. "How—how is there a bed here? Where did this huge thing come from? You! Hmph! It must be your doing, you rascal!"

With a soft thud, Qianmo laid her gently onto the bed. He didn't make any further moves; he simply held her in his arms, feeling calm and content. He didn't want anything more than this moment of quiet.

"My husband, you must be gentle with me... you cannot..." Yafei looked at the fierce wolf before her, realizing escape was impossible. She stopped resisting and nestled into him, speaking in a pitiful, pleading tone.

"Hehe, my lady, you’ve finally come to your senses. Don't worry, I shall be gentle with you, my little lamb." Qianmo leaned over her, gently pinched her nose, and then lifted her chin, smiling down at her.

"Hmph! Would you have let me go if I had resisted?" Yafei asked indignantly, thinking that this scoundrel was truly incorrigible.

"No."

"Hmph!"

"These cherry lips look so sweet. Let me have a taste." Qianmo found it impossible to resist the tempting mouth before him. Before Yafei could react, she felt a soft, moist warmth press against her lips.

*Is this what a kiss feels like? It’s so soft... so pleasant!* Yafei closed her eyes, intoxicated, enjoying the sensation and feeling a surge of sweetness in her heart. Qianmo, too, became deeply lost in the moment, even though it was not his first time kissing a woman.

Yafei’s eyes snapped open. *How can this detestable man be like this? Honestly!*

The kiss lingered. They kissed with growing intensity. At first, Yafei was unaccustomed to the deeper intimacy, but she soon adapted, refusing to show weakness and kissing him back with equal fervor. They were lost in the intensity of the moment.

*Rip.*

Qianmo removed her hair accessories, revealing her alluring, long legs. He ran his hand over them; they were smooth, supple, and radiated a faint, intoxicating fragrance.

"Are you mine?"

"Hey..."

"You must be gentle."

"I will!"

"My lady, your legs are truly beautiful."

"Do you like them?"

"I do!"

And so, the room became the stage for an unimaginable scene. In the path of cultivation, there are many avenues one might choose, and though every path is different and leads in its own direction, every journey of cultivation is a treacherous and thrilling endeavor.