1933: A passionate response

A passionate response

Seeing the young man leave, Patriarch Yang took his daughter home and asked her the details. 1

Meanwhile, at the Nalan family.

Nalan Mo Chen was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea, thinking about the news he heard earlier. Feng Jiu came to his house earlier, but he didn't know about it at all. He also didn't take notice that someone was trapped inside the array at that time, so he missed the chance to meet her.

He held the teacup in his hand and rotated it. While looking at the dark sky, he saw the crescent moon peeping out from behind the clouds. What he was thinking was unknown and only his faint smile was seen. He put the teacup down, stood up, flicked his robe gently, and then walked out.

After taking a bath, Feng Jiu took out a white nightdress from the space and put them on. She had no chance to wear it outside. When she was in her own place, she did as she pleased. 

Xuanyuan Mo Ze sat in the courtyard, drinking tea. When he heard the door open and saw her walking out in a strange outfit and wiping her wet hair, his eyes flashed slightly. 

"Come here." He called with his hand stretched out to her. 

Feng Jiu put her hand in his and walked two steps before being pulled towards him. She turned around and sat on his lap. He also took the bath towel in her hand to wipe the water droplets off her hair ends.

His movements were very gentle and his expression very serious. Using spirit energy breath on his palm, the still wet hair became fresh and dry soon after. Her hair was draped gently on her back. 

A pair of hands caressed her waist softly, stroking with the left and kneading with the right. Before Feng Jiu could say anything, he whispered in her ear, "Your waist is thin."

Feng Jiu glanced at him. She saw his stern face was very serious and seemed to have no other thoughts, but the pair of his dark pupils were so deep and serene. After touching, he didn't loosen his hands but put his chin on her shoulder and let his hands roam again. 　　

Her lips twitched. "This is the first time I've seen someone take advantage of me so openly."

Xuanyuan Mo Ze's lips curved up, his voice was somewhat hoarse. "I want to check whether other places have become thinner." He turned her around with one arm around her waist, moved the other hand up from the waist to her shoulder, and turned her face towards him.

Looking at her playful smile, he leaned over overbearingly and kissed the vermillion lips that he often dreamed about.

The two lips touched. Sometimes gentle, as cautious as handling a treasure, sometimes overbearing and aggressive, as if about to devour her. They battled using their lips and tongues, their saliva mingled, until all their lingering emotions were spent...

The hand that was originally placed on her shoulder, somehow slipped into her lapel, kneading gently, the strength changed from soft to rough, as if very anxious to rub the other party into his own body.

"Mmh.."

A light groan came out of Feng Jiu's mouth. Her hands were around his neck, giving a passionate response to his plunder...

There was no one but the two of them in the big courtyard. There was silence all around, only their gasping sounds and occasional faint moans. They've been apart for so long and hadn't seen each other for ages. As soon as their passion was ignited, it soon got out of hand.

With Feng Jiu's initiative and her passionate response, Xuanyuan Mo Ze's body was stirred up. With dull eyes, he looked at Feng Jiu who held his chin with a devilish smile. At this time, she looked so beautiful and enchanting in his eyes, just like an enchantress that made people lose their calm and confidence...

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