Chapter 210

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

In the garden of Ling Sha at the Shen Wei Huang Gong, Dahlia, Jing Liu, Ling Sha, Xing Xiao, and Huan Long, several women, gathered here.

"Tsk tsk~ This garden is really well-tended~ You say, isn't that right, Consort Ling."

Dahlia personally brewed a cup of tea, her tone lazy, muttering to herself; these words were clearly meant for Ling Sha to hear.

"Hehe~ Anxious to death."

Ling Sha glanced at Dahlia's attire.

Dahlia wore a white sand ceremonial dress; aside from the parts that should be covered, the rest was almost entirely sheer.

Clearly she had prepared to go all out wildly with Xuan Ge tonight.

But Hua snatched the initiative first; Dahlia felt unconvinced in her heart, so she came here to provoke everyone.

"I'm not anxious; someone is more anxious than me."

Dahlia put down the teacup, her gaze turning to Xing Xiao, the corner of her mouth hooking a meaningful smile, "You say, isn't that right, Xing Fei."

Xing Xiao spoke indifferently: "I gave birth to a son."

Huan Long, sitting beside Xing Xiao, heard this and her eyelid twitched violently.

She still remembered, back then Xing Xiao used the words "You were beaten by Xuan Ge" to fiercely counterattack her.

"So what if I gave birth to a daughter?"

Dahlia raised an eyebrow unconvinced, fingers pinching the teacup and shaking it lightly, "Xuan Ge likes daughters very much; in the Shen Wu Xian Zhou, there isn't a single yellow-haired brat~"

Dahlia paused, her gaze sweeping over the women present, simply deciding to open hostilities directly.

Anyway, tonight she had no chance to be intimate with Xuan Ge; rather than that, she might as well find some excitement on them.

"Besides, it's not like I can't give birth."

She lightly touched her own lower abdomen, then raised her hand to stroke the pink Mei Yao pattern on her body, the corner of her mouth hooking a smile both gentle and provocative:

"Compared to you all, my advantage is quite large, after all I am purely natural."

"Hehe~" Huan Long let out a cold laugh.

Dahlia's final words "purely natural" were clearly alluding to the fact that she was not a natural body, yet she had no way to refute it.

Dahlia was indeed the one with the most advantage here; whether it was the Mei Yao pattern on her body, her proud figure, or her flamboyant and passionate personality, all were exactly the type grown on Xuan Ge's heart.

Seeing Jing Liu remain silent the whole time, looking like it had nothing to do with her, Dahlia turned her target on her again.

The tone seemed intimate, like old friends chatting idly, but the words spoken were extremely provocative:

"Tsk tsk, Jing Liu ah, you're lucky to be the Emperor's white moonlight, deeply loved by Xuan Ge."

"Otherwise, you would be the biggest loser dog~"

Ling Sha, sitting beside Jing Liu, clearly felt the cold aura emanating from Jing Liu growing heavier, and subconsciously tugged at the hem of her cheongsam, covering her thighs.

Dahlia knew she had found the right spot to provoke, and continued pressing the attack: "Xuan Ge searched for you for so many years, Jing Liu, you really have no heart."

Jing Liu slowly stood up, her red eyes coldly staring at Dahlia who was deliberately picking a fight.

She didn't say a single word, her right hand raised slightly, condensing a crystalline transparent ice sword, its cold aura piercing to the bone.

"Oh my~ Angry now~"

Dahlia also stood up, dropped this line, turned and ran.

"Hmph~!" Jing Liu let out a cold snort, her figure flashing, directly giving chase.

Since Dahlia wanted excitement, she would accompany her to the end, and properly "teach a lesson" to this woman who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth.

On the other side, at the entrance of the Qin Gong in the Shen Wei Huang Gong, Xuan Ge was holding Hua, reaching out to open the main door of the Qin Gong.

Just then he saw Dahlia and Jing Liu, one after another, like two residual shadows streaking across the sky.

Xuan Ge glanced at them, his face showing no ripple whatsoever, and he didn't take it to heart.

He could guess with his butt that it was definitely Dahlia going to find excitement again, and this time accidentally provoking Jing Liu.

Hua felt the icy aura on Jing Liu, and immediately buried her face into Xuan Ge's chest, afraid of being seen by Jing Liu in this state of hers.

After all, Jing Liu was her old acquaintance; if she were seen looking so shy and helpless, in the future this Xianzhou Marshal would have no face to see people.

Xuan Ge held Hua, lightly pushed open the Qin Gong main door, and walked in with measured steps.

Returning to the room, he lowered his head to look at Hua in his arms, his tone carrying a few points of teasing, and spoke softly: "You like being held by me this much?"

"I don't." Hua hurriedly braced on Xuan Ge's shoulders, struggled free from his arms, her cheeks still flushed red.

She swept a glance at the bedroom, just about to say a word of praise for its taste, but saw Xuan Ge neatly take off his outer robe, revealing the inner garment underneath.

"You..."

Hua looked at his decisive manner, and a trace of timidity instantly rose in her heart; her hands and feet became somewhat at a loss.

"You go wash first, or me first?"

Xuan Ge paused, the corner of his mouth hooking a wicked smile, deliberately teasing her: "Or, how about together?"

"I'll go first!"

Hearing this, Hua didn't wait for Xuan Ge to say anything more, turned and rushed into the bathroom, backhand closing the door.

The moment she thought of the scene of her and Xuan Ge showering together, her whole body heated up, her heartbeat so fast it almost burst out of her chest.

Xuan Ge looked at her panicked fleeing back, and smiled.

Then he took off his inner garment, hung the dragon robe neatly, tossed the rest of the clothes casually to the side, and changed into a loose yukata.

He walked to the bathroom entrance, standing quietly.

In the bathroom, Hua stood under the showerhead, warm water washing over her skin, yet she did not relax in the slightest.

Her brain was wildly overloaded, a single thought circling repeatedly in her mind.

When she saw Xuan Ge in a moment, what posture should she put on?

Indulge a little, or keep cold?

Or perhaps, comply with his wishes?

*Click*

The bathroom door was gently pushed open; Hua subconsciously looked over, her already overloaded brain instantly becoming even more chaotic.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found she could not utter a single word.

She even forgot to cover her body, exposing her naked delicate frame completely within Xuan Ge's gaze.

"Together." Xuan Ge took off the bathrobe on his body and walked slowly toward Hua.

Only then did Hua react, hurriedly covering her chest with both hands; in her panic, she actually forgot to shield her lower body, still exposed before Xuan Ge's eyes.

"Afraid of what?"

Xuan Ge walked to her side, reached out and gently grasped her wrist, pointed at the faint bruises on his own chest, abdomen, and shoulders, his tone carrying a hint of grievance:

"These injuries all over me were all struck out by you; you have to take responsibility."

When Hua sparred with him back then, although she held back, her strikes were still not light; these bruises were left from that time — not serious, yet faintly aching.

"I I I I....."

Hua stammered, cheeks flushed red, eyes panicked; for a moment she actually did not know how to explain.

Xuan Ge gently pulled her over, letting her lean back against his chest; warm body temperature passed through their skin, making Hua's body instantly stiffen.

"Shower first," he lowered his head, whispering softly by her ear, "fulfill my dream in a bit."

"Dream?"

Hua leaned back in Xuan Ge's arms, feeling his steady heartbeat; hearing the word "dream," she couldn't help but freeze.

The next second, she instantly reacted, cheeks reddening until they nearly smoked, tone carrying a touch of coquettish reproach: "You actually..."

How could she not understand — Xuan Ge's "dream" was to ride her beneath him.

"You bastard~~"

Hua's right elbow gently nudged Xuan Ge behind her, her tone full of coquettish resentment and unwillingness.

Should've said so earlier!

She was clearly the Xianzhou Marshal, yet had to be ranked behind so many women by him, only getting her turn last — how would she have any face left afterwards? ♡

"I am a bastard, am scum."

Xuan Ge laughed softly, his tone full of pampering indulgence; then he reached out to hold Hua's face, gently exerting force to turn her head sideways, lowered his head and kissed her.

"Mmph♡~~"

Hua subconsciously wanted to resist, but merely went through the motions a few times before sinking into this gentle yet scorching kiss; all strength seemed drained from her body, and she leaned softly against Xuan Ge's embrace.

*So hot, what is that? *

Hua suddenly felt a scorching touch; she subconsciously reached out her left hand and gently felt downward.

The next second, her eyes snapped open, she broke free in one motion, eyes full of shock and panic.

"Oral fit, haah..."

She lowered her head looking at that, subconsciously reached out her hand, and gestured with soap on her own abdomen.

That size far, far exceeded her imagination.

"Don't... will die.."

Hua's pupils shrank slightly; she subconsciously wanted to turn and dodge.

But the moment she moved, Xuan Ge stretched out a hand, firmly hugged her waist, locking her tightly in his arms.

Xuan Ge spoke softly by her ear, tone carrying a few parts soothing, a few parts brooking no refusal: "Afraid of what? You practice martial arts; your physical constitution is very good."

"No♡."

Hua's voice carried a few parts delicate softness, a few parts powerless resistance; her body trembled slightly.

Just now that inadvertent♡ movement made her accidentally touch her own♡spot.

A strand of unfamiliar numbing sensation instantly spread through her whole body, making her limbs go soft, even the strength to resist reduced by a few parts.

She looked at Xuan Ge's scorching gaze, moisture rising in her eyes, tone carrying a few parts pleading:

"Please♡... Xuan Ge♡... really will die♡..."