Chapter 1461: Do You Still Want to Look More? Yue Ying

Yue Ying had not initially realized this issue.

She walked toward Xu Jingming and spoke softly:

"I'm washed, thank you—"

Before she could finish, she keenly sensed that Xu Jingming's gaze was different from usual.

In those deep eyes, there was now not calmness or serenity, but an unusual heat.

Yue Ying looked down and only then realized she stood before him nearly half-transparent.

She gasped, instinctively raising her hands to cover her chest, her cheeks instantly burning crimson.

Yet in the next instant, a resolve from moments ago flashed through her mind.

Isn't this... the best opportunity?

Her pearl-like teeth gently bit her red lip, as shyness and courage waged fierce war within her heart.

In the end, courage prevailed.

Yue Ying slowly lowered her hands from her chest.

She made no further attempt to conceal herself, letting the damp robe cling tightly to her body, laying bare every curve before Xu Jingming.

Even, she slightly straightened her back, making her chest appear fuller and more prominent.

"Hiss!"

Xu Jingming couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.

At that moment, Yue Ying lifted her gaze to Xu Jingming.

Her gray eyes were veiled in a mist of moisture.

Both shy and resolute in her surrender.

Her red lips parted, her voice soft as a whisper:

"Jingming... do you still want to... look more?"

As the words fell, her cheeks were utterly flushed, even the pointed tips of her elven ears tinged crimson.

Yet she did not retreat, only gazed quietly at him, waiting for a response.

Xu Jingming's breath slightly stalled.

Even with his unshakable will, he could not help but be momentarily dazed.

The Yue Ying before him was unlike the cold, proud elven princess he knew.

Her soaked garments clung to her form, outlining a silhouette that stole the breath, her skin luminous and smooth.

The mist in her gray eyes, mingled with shyness, formed a scene that could make any man's blood surge.

More importantly, in her eyes he saw not only shyness, but a bold invitation.

"Yue Ying, you..."

Xu Jingming felt his throat dry.

"I want you to see."

Yue Ying interrupted him.

She drew a deep breath, as if expending all her courage.

Her slender fingers trembled as she undid the silk sash at her waist.

The sash loosened; the already loose robe instantly lost its hold, slowly sliding down her smooth shoulders.

First revealing her delicate collarbones, then her full, uplifted snow-white peaks... trembling slightly in the air.

The robe continued downward, revealing her slender waist and the rounded, full curve of her hips, forming a breathtaking silhouette.

Finally pooling at her feet.

A flawless, unblemished body lay utterly exposed before Xu Jingming.

Yue Ying instinctively crossed her hands over her lower abdomen, trying to conceal something, yet feeling the gesture pointless.

She lowered her eyes, her lashes trembling, her voice barely audible:

"Is this... acceptable?"

Looking at the breathtakingly beautiful body before him, and Yue Ying's shy yet determined gaze,

The long-suppressed flame in Xu Jingming's heart was finally ignited.

Three years of solitary travel, filled with hunting and cultivation, had consumed every moment.

Yet his desires were naturally strong, and the Purple Nightmare Demon Body accumulated negative emotions within him.

Normally, he suppressed them, and no problem arose.

But now, these emotions were utterly ignited by the beauty before him.

"Yue Ying, do you know what you're doing?"

Xu Jingming's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes now tinged with a faint, eerie purple demonic energy.

Even so, he made one final confirmation.

"I know."

Yue Ying lifted her gaze, meeting his directly, "I don't want to... leave any regrets."

"Alright, I understand."

Xu Jingming ceased his suppression.

With a soft cry from Yue Ying, he swept her supple body into his arms and walked toward the pool.

"Good, I haven't bathed in a long time—now, you'll serve me..."

Crackling—!!

Brilliant golden Lei Guang instantly filled the entire cave.

In the Lei Guang, two entwined figures could faintly be seen.

Soon, low moans echoed through the cave...

Three hours later.

Inside the cave, the earlier heat and intensity gradually subsided.

Only the faint ripples of the pool and the two soft breaths remained.

By the pool's edge, Yue Ying nestled against Xu Jingming's broad, muscular chest.

Her soaked silver hair clung messily to his shoulders and neck, a few strands still glistening with droplets.

A flush still colored her Bai Xi cheeks, her gray eyes half-closed.

Long lashes cast faint shadows on her eyelids, her whole body radiating a languid, satisfied aura.

Her pale green robe had long been scattered upon the rocks beside the pool.

Now she wore only Xu Jingming's black battle robe, loosely draped—it barely concealed her curvaceous form.

Xu Jingming leaned against the smooth cave wall, seated in the shallow water by the pool.

One arm cradled Yue Ying's slender, supple waist; the other rested casually on his bent knee.

The water gently lapped against his defined chest muscles, still marked by several faint scratches.

He lowered his gaze, eyes fixed on the faint tremors of her lashes.

His black-and-white eyes, now free of demonic energy, held an unusual tenderness.

It was only because Yue Ying possessed the Silver Moon bloodline of the Elf race.

Otherwise, any ordinary Star Rank Two opposite-sex cultivator would have been unable to withstand his nearly three years of buildup.

"Tired?"

Xu Jingming asked softly, his voice deeper than usual.

Yue Ying gave a quiet "Mm," snuggling closer into his arms.

Her cheek pressed against his warm skin, clearly hearing his steady, powerful heartbeat.

Elves were naturally sensitive to life energy; now, she could not only sense the vast, oceanic surge of Xu Jingming's blood qi and Lei Ting origin force.

She could almost touch his inner will—quiet yet unbreakable.

This gave her an unprecedented sense of peace.

"Regret it?" Xu Jingming's fingertip brushed her damp hair ends.

After surviving a life-or-death crisis, ordinary people often cling to the one who saved them—even if no real feeling exists.

That's the suspension bridge theory on Blue Star; he could sense that Yue Ying had been driven by impulsive emotion just now.

"Regret? I'm barely able to contain my joy."

Yue Ying lifted her eyes to him, her red lips curving slightly.

"Finally, I've caught you."

"Oh? From that tone, you've been plotting this for a long time?"

Xu Jingming was surprised.

This Elf princess, though outwardly cold, seemed inwardly fiery—its opposite of her demeanor.

"Of course."

Yue Ying proudly lifted her chest.

The full, soft pressure made Xu Jingming stir slightly.

"Good. Don't regret it."

Xu Jingming nodded, then shifted his posture.

Instantly, she let out a soft cry, then cast him a gaze heavy with sultry allure.

He made no protest, and soon the pool once again churned with violent ripples...