Chapter 17: Warmth

Liu Liyan's face, clear as water and lotus-like, unadorned, was so breathtakingly beautiful that, as she drew near Su Chen, she lay still beside him like a stone waiting for her husband.

Su Chen's breath lightly sprayed from the tip of his nose onto her face.

A moment passed.

Only then did she tiptoe, shift her delicate body, and slowly lie down beside Su Chen.

She then took Su Chen's hand and gently placed it on her slender waist.

Su Chen: "!!!"

That waist, utterly free of fat and not at all delicate, lay in his palm; even through the fabric he could clearly feel the warm, moist skin, and he could almost guarantee Liu Liyan's waist was incredibly flexible—doing a split would be no problem.

Wait…

It feels like something is approaching!

Soft, bouncy, with a hint of body fragrance, almost pressed against his chest, plump and round.

Su Chen almost lost control of his hands, instinctively wanting to move closer and then rub…

Can I get closer?

Is this too lewd?

Will we get censored?

"A Chen, I slipped out without Mother knowing; at most I have to return by the hour of Mao." Liu Liyan, taking advantage of Su Chen's feigned sleep, grasped his long hand: "You're still sweating nervously."

Could it be that he truly has a hidden illness, or is his body simply too weak?

Never mind; after a few days I'll go find some medicinal pills and surely nurse your body back to health.

Su Chen: "I was born with abundant primordial yang! I truly have no kidney deficiency."

I was born with abundant primordial yang!

This is due to my inability to manage emotions, caused by excessive tension.

An overwhelmingly beautiful woman lies in his arms, her body actively pressing against him, his mind filled with lust, yet he can do nothing at all!!!

He must also feign deep sleep; after all, if he suddenly woke, not only would he startle Liu Liyan, but it would also embarrass them both, and if she never came again, where could he plead his case?

That night, tens of thousands of points could just fly away; after repeated consideration, he could only continue to endure.

"A Chen, when you kissed me today, why did your hand keep moving up and down unconsciously?"

"And it's that unconscious kind—if you don't pay attention it drifts downward, sometimes it moves upward, sometimes it rests at the waist; where exactly are you trying to go?"

"Is it down here?"

Liu Liyan took Su Chen's hand and placed it below her waist, on her thigh.

Thump… thump… thump…

Holy smokes! You're playing like this?

Su Chen's heart pounded violently, almost leaping out of his chest.

But he still had to pretend to be sound asleep.

"Isn't it here? Or is it here?" Liu Liyan lightly took Su Chen's hand and moved it above his lower abdomen, toward the area below his heart.

Su Chen: "!!!"

Holy shit!

Su Chen felt as if he'd been injected with chicken blood, immediately starting a flag-raising ceremony right there.

"Doesn't seem right?"

"How about here?"

"It must be here?"

"No, how about a bit lower?" Liu Liyan, while observing the subtle movements of Su Chen's fingers, moved her hand up and down, pondering carefully.

Finally!

It was placed at a certain spot!

【Ding!】

【Achieved first-time deep exploration, reward points!】

【Ding!】

【Points increased by 200.】

【Points increased by 400……2600……4000……】

Su Chen heard the reward notification in his mind, and seeing the points multiplied a hundredfold, he could barely keep his composure.

This, this, this actually equals 200 points per second??

Both are just touching, yet they're applying double standards?!

If one went a bit deeper, wouldn't it be…

Hehehe!

Liu Liyan lifted her drooping eyes, once again fixing her gaze on Su Chen's handsome face, lightly pursed her lips, then moved his hand away—yes, shifting it down a bit—and murmured, "Isn't it here either?"

NO NO, it's it, it's it, that's it!

Don't move it away!

Hey!

Not the leg, you put it wrong!

Put it back on the leg again!

Su Chen listened as the reward notification numbers kept dropping, finally down to 2 points, his heart shattered into pieces.

"It seems this spot is correct; just now, in that half-breath, I felt you sweating all over, your face twitching—this microexpression must mean resistance, right? I guess you don't like it."

NO NO, I do like it!

This is absolutely not resistance, but tension, striving to suppress it.

You misjudged!

Su Chen almost wanted to roar, but on the surface he could only feign calm, continuing to pretend to sleep.

"A-Chen, I know everything about what happened between you and Liu Liyan today."

"You say you never liked her, and I'm glad."

"You don't despise my touch, which makes me even happier."

"But I am a person deeply cursed, I'm so afraid you'll leave me again!" Liu Liyan lightly pressed her face against Su Chen's arm, her jade hand resting on his body, the corner of her mouth occasionally curling into a faint arc.

At the moment the sky showed fish-belly white, Liu Liyan left on time.

The reward plus the duration of hand-holding yielded points after one night.

The points accumulated over these two days amount to some points.

Feeling the lingering fresh scent on his body, Su Chen's heart now had only one thought: to engage in deeper communication, which was not limited to one way.

Sigh... It's fine, we'll continue developing later.

In order to quickly obtain the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon, kill the Ye family, and also deal with the Zhongzhou Dynasty and the Star Pavilion, Su Chen gave his mother Breaking Realm Pills these two days, urging her to seize the time to enter seclusion, while he prepared a generous gift to continue seeking intimacy with Liu Liyan.

"He went to the Ziyang Sect again?"

"He went to find that bitch Liu Liyan again?"

"Ahhh! Su Chen! Are you not crazy? How dare you!!"

Lin Family.

Lin Jianran's nearly frantic roar echoed throughout the Lin family hall; in her anger she swung her sword, cutting down dozens of large trees.

The Lin steward stood silently to the side, his expression complex as he watched Lin Jianran on the verge of losing her sanity.

That originally pure and lovely, lively and charming face, the Lin family's noble daughter who was usually lofty and dignified, now, because of her own report, her features turned ferocious, like a scolding street woman, appearing as if she wished to devour Liu Liyan's flesh and sleep on her skin.

"Have you made enough trouble?"

Suddenly.

A sharp, piercing angry shout rang out.

Lin Mother's grim face almost seemed to drip water, her eyes full of disappointment as she swept over Lin Jianran, who had utterly no image, and she snapped: "How could I have raised such a clueless thing as you? It's just Su Chen—don't you still have Ye Xuan?"

"You and Ye Xuan have been childhood sweethearts; even if you could only be a concubine, she would surely make up for you. Look at you—where is any trace of a noble young lady's refinement?"

"I warned you before, don't let fake affection become real; Su Chen is merely a trivial fish in your pond, while Ye Xuan is your true match."

"Everything you've done is enduring humiliation and burden, using the resources of the Tianxuan Dao Sect to support Ye Xuan's cultivation. Rest assured, Ye Xuan will certainly not forget your kindness; as for not being able to give you the status of principal wife, that is merely forced."

"As for this Su Chen, he still has some use, but there are things Mother won't say; you should also know your limits, you can put on airs, but you must understand moderation."

"You see, you're going too far—you think Su Chen can't live without you. Moreover, what we aim for is the Tianxuan Dao Sect's sect-suppressing technique. Look now, Su Chen has been forced by you to seek Liu Liyan—are you satisfied?"

Lin Jianran, hearing her mother's words, couldn't help but want to retort.

Mother would just vent her feelings, acting like a Monday-morning quarterback.

Earlier everything went smoothly; when Su Chen was being led around by the nose, she clearly still praised herself, even fully approving her own rejection of the Tianxuan Dao Sect's marriage proposal, thinking they hadn't offered the sect-suppressing technique as a betrothal gift, which showed a lack of sincerity.