Chapter 263

Lu Xingzhou slurped his cold porridge noisily, while Ye Tinglan sat beside him, propping her pink cheek on her hand to watch him.

Miss Qingli said he was handsome.

It seems the notion that cultivators don't fixate on appearances is, at least for our current stage of cultivation, unreliable.

He truly is handsome—even the way he drinks porridge makes your eyes curl into crescents.

The idea that beauty is but a skull, supposedly a vital warning to immortals, is irrelevant here—we're far from becoming immortals, so we're inevitably affected.

The Holy Lord had found himself an excellent excuse.

Previously, there was no ripple because many appeared polished on the outside but were hollow inside, or, like Gu Zhanting, their thoughts were utterly incompatible.

Someone who is both handsome and not a fraud, and whose mind aligns with yours—regardless of gender—is a rare resource; find one, cherish them.

Lu Xingzhou set down his bowl and gave Ye Tinglan a curious glance.

Ye Tinglan suddenly realized and averted her gaze to the sky, her pink cheeks flushing.

Lu Xingzhou's heart stirred gently; he quietly reached out and took her hand.

Ye Tinglan did not pull away.

Lu Xingzhou wondered why, after Bai Mao had caught them, this Mr. seemed even more at ease… Even with his self-proclaimed cleverness, he hadn't dared imagine this turn of events just a stick of incense ago—he'd thought it had all collapsed, yet instead it had become a push, making this Mr. let go even more?

He ventured: "I'm a bit tired. I want to rest."

He wasn't lying—he was still injured, and today's emotional ups and downs had left him especially drained and drowsy now that he was idle.

Ye Tinglan could tell he was truly exhausted; she rose and helped him up. "If you're tired, rest. Do you need to report it?"

Lu Xingzhou wasn't reporting—he just wanted to snuggle against her warm, soft embrace.

Ye Tinglan knew he was trying to sneak a feel, but she felt nothing—this kind of physical contact had become too familiar, like touching your left hand with your right; what's there to steal?

She helped him onto the bed, then moved to leave, but felt her waist pinned—he gave her a pitiful, pleading look and wouldn't let her go. "Stay with me a little."

Ye Tinglan couldn't resist that small, wounded, hopeful expression—her heart instantly softened; she rubbed his head. "Fine, fine, I'm not leaving."

Lu Xingzhou pressed himself against her chest, nearly brushing against her ample softness.

After a short while, he fell into comfortable sleep.

Ye Tinglan leaned against the headboard, watching him curled against her shoulder, asleep. She affectionately pinched his nose, sat quietly for a while, grew bored, and pulled out her little pornographic storybook to read.

Originally just to pass the time, but as she read, she felt a twinge of regret—lying in bed with a man like this was already too intimate; the erotic descriptions stirred her, making her flush with desire.

In a daze, she recalled when she'd been poisoned by the dragon blood—pure instinct, craving only to cling to a man and kiss him freely; when he kissed her bare shoulder, she hadn't resisted at all, secretly wishing he'd go deeper, touch even more sensitive places…

Male-female desire is human nature; no matter how much you cultivate, it's hard to erase.

Otherwise, why did ancient immortals, who claimed to have severed all emotion, still have the Joyful Method?

Ye Tinglan stole a glance at the little puppy in her arms—he slept soundly.

Ye Tinglan's throat moved slightly; she remembered how, that day when he was unconscious, she'd truly stolen a feel… He was asleep, unaware.

Once the thought stirred, it became unstoppable.

Without realizing it, Ye Tinglan leaned in, lightly kissed his cheek, then snapped back as if shocked; seeing he still slept, her courage grew—she leaned again, brushing his lips.

She paused slightly, then kissed him fully.

This time, it felt more complete than when she'd fed him medicine—she savored it carefully.

Actually, there was no sensation—just a racing heartbeat, as if she switched between the Holy Lord of Tianyao and a shameless hussy, finally settling on "What's wrong with playing with a little puppy?", "Even the Demon Emperor wouldn't scold me for this", "Miss Qingli supports it"… and she finally cast aside all restraint.

No wonder some call it the forbidden fruit.

It's true.

Her thoughts were chaotic, forgetting the most fundamental issue—last time, Lu Xingzhou was unconscious; though he felt something, he couldn't wake. This time, he was merely sleeping normally—he'd wake up if she did this!

Lu Xingzhou was kissed awake.

Before opening his eyes, Lu Xingzhou knew what had happened—this Mr. had stolen a kiss from him twice now… Last time, she'd claimed it was medicine, though medicine never required kissing—he'd at least had an excuse. What excuse now?

No excuse—she was just aroused and lustful.

No wonder she's Yuan Muyu's sister—she really is similar… Not just similar, but Ye Tinglan, having suppressed her desires for years, sometimes went even crazier than Yuan Muyu.

Yuan Muyu only dared to sneak a feel while he slept, wondering what his little boat looked like—but she'd never dared kiss his lips.

Hmm, who's crazier? Hard to say…

Ye Tinglan hesitated.

Previously, when she'd pushed the pill in, the sensation was different from this simple lip-to-lip contact—but if she parted his teeth, would she wake him?