For days, the rain poured relentlessly. Ji Lingyue rested lazily in Lan Wu’s embrace, their naked skin pressed together, still radiating a lingering warmth. She reached out and poked Lan Wu’s smooth cheek in a husky voice, “When we get back to Haochen Mountain, you’ll need to change your appearance. A mask won’t fool Master and the others.” Lan Wu…
Sexual content warning. Ji Lingyue blinked, her words slightly slurred. “You’re petty…” “Me? Petty? I’m not as petty as you,” Lan Wu said, kissing her neck, forcing her to tilt her head back. She then lowered her mouth to capture Ji Lingyue’s erect nipple, her other hand cupping and kneading the other breast. Ji Lingyue trembled, her legs parting as…
Sexual content warning. “Rest?” Ji Lingyue paused, her gaze lingering on Lan Wu’s back. She watched as Lan Wu lazily slipped off her robes, followed by her shoes and socks. The elegant contours of her shoulder blades stretched and relaxed, creating a subtle curve beneath her thin garments. Her soft silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Lan Wu raised…
She conjured a small, clear fish from water, placed the sealed note into its round belly, and then opened the window to let it go. Lan Wu stood by the window, watching until the fish disappeared into the thick, dark clouds. She finally returned to her senses, glancing up at the moon, now almost completely obscured by the cloud cover….
“Zisang Kingdom?” Lan Wu immediately thought of the story she had heard from Qing He not long ago. She asked in surprise, “Then, can you understand what’s written on it?” Yuan Zhen studied it for a moment, then sighed. “I’m sorry, although I followed my master for many years, I was only focused on the Eight Trigrams and divinations when…