Chapter 337

"Didn't you come?"

Seeing that Jingliu's figure was not there, Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

He picked up his phone to check and found that the time had already passed one in the afternoon; at this usual hour, Jingliu should have arrived long ago.

Shaking his head, Lin Mo walked into the room and first decided to apply the ointment Bai Lu had prepared for him.

However, just as he entered the room, he saw Jingliu lying on his bed.

At this moment, Jingliu was leaning calmly as if she had returned to her own home, still fully dressed.

"Uh."

Seeing the appearing Jingliu, Lin Mo was surprised: "I thought you hadn't come; I didn't expect you to already be lying down."

"I seem to have misunderstood one thing."

While leaning on the bed, Jingliu crossed her arms, tilted her head to look at Lin Mo, frowned, and said: "The 'dating' you speak of and the 'dating' I understand do not seem to be the same thing."

Lin Mo: "...."

Hearing Jingliu's words, Lin Mo's eyelid twitched.

Yes, the 'dating' he and Jingliu understood yesterday was indeed not the same thing.

Yesterday, he had been surprised.

"I was still wondering why you asked that so strangely yesterday."

Jingliu casually picked up the phone nearby and said thoughtfully: "According to the forum, if dating is divided into six steps, everything should be gradual, yet yesterday Master went straight to experiencing the sixth step with you."

Lin Mo: "..."

"Yes."

Lin Mo nodded and sighed lightly: "I was a bit speechless yesterday, but back then you perhaps didn't know how tempting you were, and besides, it's too late to talk about that now."

Looking at Jingliu like this, was she going to settle the score later? But it didn't seem like it.

However, since Jingliu didn't understand yesterday, he did, obviously having learned it through information on the phone forum.

Lin Mo had never regarded Jingliu as a naive innocent.

And this scene, watching Jingliu analyze things with him in all seriousness, made Lin Mo feel the situation was somewhat strange.

"So, ultimately, it was the result rather than the process, and Master went straight to experiencing the result with you."

Jingliu nodded lightly and said: "It is not too late; yesterday Master was also very happy, and such things are indeed comfortable."

As Jingliu spoke these words, her tone paused slightly, as if she was savoring yesterday's tenderness.

Then she shook her head lightly, revealing a smile of understanding and tolerance, and said calmly: "In the world, such contact is indeed one of the intimate acts between lovers. Since what happened yesterday has already occurred, it is an experience; for a cultivator, there is no need to be too attached to forms, although the master-disciple form is somewhat inappropriate."

"But matters of emotion have always been difficult to explain with common sense."

Speaking thus, Jingliu's expression remained calm as she stood up, walked lightly to Lin Mo's side, and said calmly: "If any burden has been left in your heart, then let Master bear it. If there is any misunderstanding in your heart, Master will not mind. On the path of walking, these joys and sorrows are all part of my cultivation for me."

Lin Mo: "???!"

Lin Mo: "!!!!"

Hearing Jingliu's words, Lin Mo was surprised; Jingliu actually viewed the matter this way.

"How could there be a misunderstanding?"

The next second, Lin Mo shook his head and laughed: "Counting it up, I am still the one who profited; to make you think this way, I should be thanking you..."

After all, he had boarded the boat first and hadn't yet had time to buy the ticket.

"No need to thank Master; this is the fate between you and me."

Jingliu's tone was gentle yet firm; she gently patted Lin Mo's shoulder and continued: "Moreover, we have been master and disciple for a time, the days ahead are long, and there is no need to care about momentary gains or losses."

This trip to Luo Fu, meeting Lin Mo whose talent was so exaggerated and who was also very good-looking, and the time spent together made Jingliu feel comfortable.

Since it happened, then it is fine.

Hearing Jingliu's words, Lin Mo's expression became somewhat strange.

Why did it feel stranger the more he listened? Was this Jingliu's "comfort"?

However, the next second, Lin Mo stopped thinking about it and instead wrapped his arms around Jingliu's slender waist.

At Lin Mo's action, Jingliu subconsciously, with a slight familiarity, lay back towards the bed behind her, while one hand prepared to undo her clothes.

"Hmm?"

Sensing Lin Mo's action, the lying Jingliu said softly: "Do you wish to undress Master yourself?"

"No, sometimes putting clothes on feels even better."

Lin Mo spoke softly; hearing this, Jingliu fell into some thought, wondering what Lin Mo meant by those words.

Before Jingliu could think too much, Lin Mo casually removed Jingliu's blindfold, saw Jingliu's peerless beauty, and then...

Jingliu offered no resistance at all; having experienced yesterday, she appeared even more cooperative.

Seeing this, Lin Mo could no longer hold back; he gently patted Jingliu, positioned her into a pose, then applied a slight force, causing the little boat to enter Gangwan, and for a moment, two sounds of satisfaction rang out consecutively.

Next, it was Jingliu cooperating with Lin Mo's movements.

Watching the cooperative Jingliu indulge freely beneath him, Lin Mo felt excitement and an unprecedented sense of comfort.

"Turn over, lift your body up like this."

"Yes, just like that."

Time quietly passed; the entire afternoon went by.

Lin Mo finally let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Compared to Collei, although Jingliu had also only done this a few times, she could be explored freely without worrying about the intensity; with Jingliu's strength, she could withstand all kinds of it.

But Collei could not; Collei was like an unripe peach, needing time to slowly ripen before finally becoming a ripe peach.

And Jingliu was already a ripe peach herself.

No, peaches cannot be used to describe Jingliu.

"How are you so skilled at this?"

Watching Lin Mo, who was emitting satisfied sighs of praise, Jingliu, who had just relaxed, suddenly furrowed her brows slightly.

Thinking back, over these past two days, Jingliu felt she had been entirely under Lin Mo's guidance; this sensation of being guided made her somewhat resistant.

Thus, Jingliu seemed to realize something, gazing at Lin Mo with profound eyes.

"Ahem."

Hearing Jingliu's words, Lin Mo coughed once and said, "Theory and practice are two completely different things; I know a lot of theory, but I don't have much practical experience."

Hearing Lin Mo's words, Jingliu nodded lightly, tacitly accepting Lin Mo's explanation.

Immediately after, Jingliu casually pulled the quilt over, covering both herself and Lin Mo.

Being under the quilt was still more comfortable.

Looking at Jingliu lying on top of him, Lin Mo suddenly thought of something and, as if possessed by a whim, reached out to press down on Jingliu's head, pushing it downward.

Jingliu: "?????"

The sudden action made Jingliu frown; what was he trying to do now?

However, the next second, Jingliu felt something poke against her.

Before Jingliu could say anything, Lin Mo leaned back slightly, adjusted his posture, and then let out a long, satisfied sigh.

After Lin Mo gently pressed Jingliu's head a few more times to teach her, he released his hand and quietly began to enjoy himself.

Unbeknownst how much time passed before Jingliu suddenly coughed.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough...."

Rising up, Jingliu emerged from the quilt with her brows tightly knitted, her silver hair, mixed with sweat, appearing somewhat disheveled.

Looking at Lin Mo with a face full of dissatisfaction, she said, "This feeling is very uncomfortable."

"Then I'll pay attention next time."

Hearing Jingliu's words, Lin Mo became extremely serious; he picked up the towel nearby and carefully wiped the substance from the corner of Jingliu's mouth.

Seeing Lin Mo's action, Jingliu's original discomfort instantly vanished, replaced by a gentle nod.

It seemed Lin Mo truly did consider her well-being.

After Lin Mo held her for a while to share some warmth, Jingliu stood up and waved her hand; the ice-attributed power dissipating in the surrounding air instantly enveloped both herself and Lin Mo, rapidly forming a thin layer of ice on the surface, which then shattered in an instant.

Lin Mo did not feel much coldness, but rather a sense of freshness.

This feeling was simply even more refreshing than taking a bath.