Chapter 106: Obsession
Qu Weiyin propped herself up, patting the whimpering Luo Jinxiao with resignation. “Stop pretending,” she said.
Luo Jinxiao finally ceased her whining and relaxed her grip, sprawling out among the flowers. From this angle, the sky appeared a vast expanse of clear, azure blue
Several large birds flew overhead, their wings beating as their calls echoed through the air.
The surroundings were peaceful and serene, with only a few butterflies fluttering nearby, occasionally landing on delicate petals to sip nectar. The sweet fragrance of the flowers mingled with Qu Weiyin’s scent, creating a sense of tranquility.
Luo Jinxiao suddenly reached up and touched Qu Weiyin’s hair. “Let’s go back to the Celestial Realm. There’s no one to bother us there, just the two of us.”
“Mm, anywhere is fine,” Qu Weiyin replied. “I’m a bit tired. I don’t want to worry about anything; I just want to be with you.”
She rolled off Luo Jinxiao and lay down beside her. The tall flower stems concealed their figures.
Time seemed to stand still as they intertwined their fingers, holding each other tightly.
“Life is truly unpredictable,” Luo Jinxiao suddenly said, seemingly out of the blue.
“What?” Qu Weiyin looked at her questioningly.
“I never would have imagined that the renowned Qu Weiyin, whose name I only knew from stories, would fall for me,” Luo Jinxiao chuckled.
Qu Weiyin’s lips curled into a surprised smile.
“What? Are you unhappy about it?”
“Of course not. Even when we argue, I’m happy,” Luo Jinxiao said, pursing her lips. She suddenly rolled over and propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at Qu Weiyin.
No matter how many times she saw it, Qu Weiyin’s beauty always took her breath away.
“So, you’re saying you want to argue with me again?” Qu Weiyin asked, her phoenix eyes twinkling with playful challenge, a mixture of affection and amusement.
Luo Jinxiao’s heart pounded as she gazed at her. She plucked a flower and held it up to Qu Weiyin.
“This flower has nectar. Do you want to try it?” Luo Jinxiao asked with a smile, her dimples as sweet as the flower itself.
“Such a small wildflower? I doubt it has any nectar,” Qu Weiyin said, shaking her head in disbelief.
Luo Jinxiao winked and pretended to bite the flower. Then, she lowered her head and captured Qu Weiyin’s full lips in a kiss.
Qu Weiyin gasped and clutched Luo Jinxiao’s sleeve. The kiss was deep and passionate, almost punishing, yet sweet as nectar, leaving Qu Weiyin breathless.
“Mmm…”
Qu Weiyin struggled at first, but the pain and Luo Jinxiao’s persistence made her give in, surrendering to the passionate embrace.
When Luo Jinxiao finally lifted her head, Qu Weiyin turned to the side, gasping for air. She touched her slightly swollen lips and looked at Luo Jinxiao reproachfully.
“You’re always so rough. Can’t you be a little gentler?” she said, a mixture of annoyance and helplessness in her voice.
Luo Jinxiao chuckled triumphantly, then straightened her face and said in a serious tone, “You may have forgiven me, but I haven’t forgiven you yet.”
Qu Weiyin blinked in surprise.
“You’ve run away from me time and time again. I couldn’t do anything about it before, but now that we’re married, I have the right to punish you,” Luo Jinxiao declared, her voice filled with righteous indignation.
“This time doesn’t count. I just wanted to go for a walk, and they chased after me,” Qu Weiyin argued, then realized the absurdity of the situation and laughed. “Well, well, you dare to punish me now?”
She suddenly knelt up, pinning Luo Jinxiao beneath her. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed. “So now that your cultivation is higher than mine, are you going to bully me every day?”
Luo Jinxiao considered this for a moment, then nodded. “That’s exactly what I intend.”
Qu Weiyin was speechless. She held Luo Jinxiao’s hands down and leaned in, biting her lips until they were slightly swollen, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Luo Jinxiao licked her lips, blowing on them gently, then looked up with feigned hurt, pretending to cry and complain of pain.
“If that hurts, then I must be in agony!” Qu Weiyin exclaimed.
Luo Jinxiao sat up straight, embracing Qu Weiyin’s waist, and tilted her head to ask, “Does it really hurt?”
“Of course it does,” Qu Weiyin said, exasperated yet amused. “Just because you don’t feel pain doesn’t mean I don’t. Are you silly?”
Luo Jinxiao blushed and mumbled, “Then I’ll be gentler.”
Before Qu Weiyin could respond, Luo Jinxiao leaned in again. This time, the kiss was softer and more tender, and Qu Weiyin closed her eyes, responding to her gentleness.
As they kissed, the air around them grew warm, perhaps just between them.
Qu Weiyin’s body was soft and yielding. Even the slightest touch made Luo Jinxiao’s heart race. She rested her forehead on Qu Weiyin’s shoulder with a smile, her hands slipping beneath Qu Weiyin’s outer robe.
“Hey,” Qu Weiyin said softly, pushing her away slightly, her breath catching in her throat. “Be careful, we’re out in the open.”
“Are we really?” Luo Jinxiao asked with a smile. Qu Weiyin looked up and realized that a barrier had been erected around them, shielding them from the outside world.
The wind no longer blew, and the entire field of flowers was eerily silent.
“You used your divine power for this?”
“If it pleases you, it’s worth using anywhere,” Luo Jinxiao replied. With a flick of her wrist, Qu Weiyin’s outer robe slipped off, pooling on the ground like liquid silk.
Qu Weiyin’s smooth shoulders were exposed, and she shivered slightly.
Luo Jinxiao’s gaze fell upon the inscription on Qu Weiyin’s chest, a series of delicate characters carved into her skin like cracks in flawless jade.
She traced the inscription with her fingertip, a pang of sadness gripping her heart every time she saw it.
It was like seeing a beloved treasure marred by a flaw.
As Luo Jinxiao’s fingertip traced the complete inscription of her name, Qu Weiyin finally exhaled. She caressed Luo Jinxiao’s cheek and said softly, “Why that expression? It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Can I remove it for you?” Luo Jinxiao asked, kissing the inscription tenderly.
“No,” Qu Weiyin shook her head. “I want to keep it. I wish it were even deeper.”
“I truly love you, Jinxiao,” Qu Weiyin whispered, leaning into Luo Jinxiao’s embrace. She curled her legs up, her body as graceful as a serpent, as ethereal as smoke, making Luo Jinxiao fear she might disappear.
To quell this fear, Luo Jinxiao held her tighter, her gaze becoming hazy as she looked at Qu Weiyin.
Both women possessed a unique beauty, like two white butterflies dancing amidst the flowers, blending seamlessly with the boundless sea of blossoms, their love for each other blossoming in a secret corner of the world.
“Don’t, don’t…” Qu Weiyin said softly, not allowing Luo Jinxiao to kiss her forehead. But Luo Jinxiao, still mindful of her playful punishment, deliberately kissed her there, causing the beauty before her to instantly melt.
Luo Jinxiao knew Qu Weiyin was sensitive to kisses on her forehead, so she was careful not to be too forceful. But even with just a few light touches, Qu Weiyin’s eyes reddened, and she collapsed into Luo Jinxiao’s arms.
She gasped softly, wanting to scold Luo Jinxiao but lacking the energy. She leaned against her, pulling off her outer robe and tossing it aside.
This innocent and vulnerable side of Qu Weiyin was a rare sight, and Luo Jinxiao couldn’t help but laugh, her heart overflowing with affection. She scooped Qu Weiyin up into her arms.
Qu Weiyin blushed as she looked around, feeling a sense of security with the sky as their canopy.
She didn’t want to let go.
“When did you set this up?” Qu Weiyin asked, her gaze drawn to a soft couch nearby.
“I can’t let you lie on the ground, no matter how beautiful the flowers are. They have thorns, and I care too much about you to risk it.”
Qu Weiyin’s heart fluttered at these words. She wondered where Luo Jinxiao had learned to speak so sweetly. Who had taught her?
As if reading her mind, Luo Jinxiao gently placed her on the couch and leaned down, nibbling on her neck.
“Junior Shishu, move your legs a bit,” she whispered. “The bed isn’t very big.”
Qu Weiyin’s face flushed red. She turned away, hiding her face with her sleeve.
Was she really this comfortable with intimacy on only their second time?
Before she could dwell on the thought, a wave of sensation washed over her, and she instinctively curled up, closing her eyes and biting her lip.
Whenever Luo Jinxiao called her Junior Shishu, it made her feel a strange sense of impropriety, as if she were taking advantage of someone younger, even though…
“Don’t bite yourself,” Luo Jinxiao said, her voice husky with amusement. She gently removed Qu Weiyin’s hand from her mouth and massaged it.
“If you’re really scared, bite me,” Luo Jinxiao offered, extending her arm.
Qu Weiyin turned away, refusing to bite her or make a sound.
“No one will see us, I promise. Don’t be afraid,” Luo Jinxiao whispered, covering Qu Weiyin’s body with her own. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to see my Junior Shishu like this.”
“Stop calling me that!” Qu Weiyin blurted out, then immediately covered her mouth, her face burning with embarrassment.
Luo Jinxiao looked down, her eyes shimmering like moonlit dew, filled with the image of the woman before her. Every inch of her face, every inch of her body, drove her to distraction, a memory she could never erase.
