Chapter 19: The Items Inside the Pouch

Fulade looked at Ailina in his arms, wearing a nun's habit, with chestnut‑red long hair and a teary‑pear‑blossom look, and hurriedly whispered comfort to the girl's excited emotions.

When Ailisha calmed down, Fulade finally understood what had happened.

This matter, if recounted, would still be Fulade's fault.

It was because Fulade was at Sudangwangting at the time and encountered Ailina, who was passing by the palace exterior and about to return to Xiudaoyuan.

He then stepped forward and began to flirt with the girl; at first the innocent girl was full of guard toward Fulade and wanted to leave quickly.

But Ailisha, who had trained in Xiudaoyuan since childhood and rarely met outsiders, could not be Fulade's opponent.

Not only did she not leave; after only a few words, Fulade dispelled her guard, and she grew close to him.

This scene made the old nun, who watched, burn with anger; after returning to Xiudaoyuan, she claimed that, in the name of violating doctrine, the girl must be punished, thus creating the previous scene.

"When I first arrived at Xiudaoyuan, I heard some bad rumors about the Dean, and I didn't believe them then, but…" As Ailisha spoke, she began to sob again.

Indeed, anyone who experiences such humiliation cannot remain unruffled.

Fulade quietly soothed the trembling body of the girl in his arms, easing Ailina's tense emotions.

When Ailina stopped crying and lifted that teary‑pear‑blossom pale face, she suddenly blushed.

Because at that moment she suddenly realized how frivolous her sudden plunge into Fulade's arms had been.

For a moment, her heart fluttered like a startled deer.

"Will he think I'm a very casual girl?" Ailisha thought, blushing and heart racing.

Fulade watched Ailisha lift her head, her gaze hazy, heart pounding, thinking the girl might have awakened desire, yet feeling embarrassed.

In this situation, the self‑described gentleman Fulade naturally could not keep the girl waiting too long, lest it become awkward.

So he proactively gave her a light kiss.

Ailina suddenly widened her eyes, her body standing perfectly straight; before she could recover, she felt a scorching breath slap her delicate face.

"He—he kissed me! We just met, is this developing too fast?"

Dazed, before Ailina could react, she was already under Fulade's masterful technique.

After a while, just as Ailina felt she could not breathe, Fulade suddenly released her.

As they separated, a thin strand of silk also snapped.

Seeing this, Ailina's even pale ears turned red with shame.

Looking at the girl buried in his arms, unwilling to lift her head, Fulade couldn't help but smile faintly.

Suddenly a voice broke the ambiguous atmosphere between them.

"What's wrong with Mother Superior Marisha?" Ailina asked curiously.

Watching the old nun trembling in the corner while frantically crying and shouting at the air was truly eerie.

Clearly Ailina was quite frightened by the bizarre scene before her.

Instinctively, Ailina pressed tightly against Fulade's broad chest; only then could she feel a strong sense of safety.

Fulade said evenly:

"She, you see, has just relived the thing she fears most in this life."

"The thing she fears most?"

Ailina hesitantly looked at Fulade, wanting to say something but not knowing how to begin.

Seeming to notice the girl's confusion, Fulade said directly:

"That's right, I did it."

Ailina opened her rosy cherry lips, looking incredulous.

Fulade, amused, looked at the surprised girl in his arms and gently reached to close her rosy lips slowly.

Regaining her senses, Ailina subconsciously wiped at the non‑existent drool at the corner of her mouth; after doing so, she realized what she had done.

She shyly tapped Fulade a few times, naturally and fluidly, like lovers in a passionate romance; evidently the girl had already secretly liked him. In this sense, the old nun's accusation was a lucky mistake, not entirely unjust.

However, the old nun clearly was not a nun who strictly adhered to pure doctrine.

At this point Fulade told Ailina that the old nun had fallen under his Spiritual Illusion Technique and was now experiencing the most unforgettable moment of her life.

"Ailina, do you want to possess this extraordinary ability?"

"To protect oneself, no longer be bullied by others."

Fulade lowered his head, gently biting the girl's earlobe, his voice full of temptation.

In an instant, Ailina felt her scalp tingle, as if electricity ran through her body from neck to lower back.

Hearing the girl's increasingly heavy breathing, Fulade smiled faintly.

He cupped the girl's flushed cheeks, seeing she gave no sign of refusal.

"Then I'm coming."

Fulade again pulled the girl tightly into his arms, beginning the prelude of the First Embrace.

As Ailina's flushed face entered the state, Fulade shifted his position.

Looking at Ailina with vacant eyes, her thoughts stuck in a daze.

Fulade couldn't help but grin, because his pants were… wet.

Where did the water come from? Fulade suddenly felt his mind was a bit lacking.

Until he cast his gaze at Ailina in his arms, Fulade fell into contemplation.

Moonlight filtered through the window sill, bathing Ailina's pale delicate face like a Sleeping Beauty scene, quietly stirring Fulade's cold heart.

"The moonlight tonight is quite beautiful."

Fulade glanced at the round moon overhead, then turned to the Ailina pretending to sleep beside him and said, "Right, Ailina?"

Watching Ailina still feigning sleep, her long lashes fluttering, her eyes rolling, Fulade couldn't help but find it very funny.

"If you don't get up again, I'll just leave," Fulade said, standing up as if to depart.

"No!" Ailina hurriedly opened her eyes and shouted anxiously.

However, when she saw Fulade looking at her with a half‑smile, Ailina still didn't realize she had been tricked.

Looking at the embarrassed Ailina, Fulade's mouth twitched slightly, and leaning close to her he whispered teasingly, "No need to be shy, I~ really like it."

Without waiting for Ailina to react, Fulade suddenly rose, went to the window, transformed into a swarm of ghostly bats, and sped toward another target.

Seeing this, Ailina first glanced at the old nun who had been literally terrified to death inside the illusion, then she herself turned into a bat swarm and pursued toward Fulade.

When Ailina found Fulade, she discovered he was holding an extra Package.

"Take it, and follow me," Fulade said, looking at the Ailina who was chasing him.

"What is this?"

Curious, Ailina took the Package, and after seeing Fulade give no reaction, she, driven by curiosity, secretly opened the Package and began to examine it.

But as the Package opened, Ailina couldn't help but freeze.

A Hemp Rope that felt oddly familiar, a Leather Whip woven from leather, a White Small Ball with a hollow interior, and a piece of black gauze!

"Does it feel very familiar?"

A scorching breath whispered past her ear, making the bewildered Ailina shiver instantly.

"Y-you wouldn't also—" Ailina's small mouth twitched up, her eyes watery as she looked at Fulade.

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