Ye Xian gently held Qianying's face in his hands. His thumb moved across her warm cheek, and he lifted her chin, looking into her eyes. For a moment, everything was quiet—only their breathing could be heard.
Then he kissed her.
Their lips touched—soft and slow at first, like a quiet secret. The kiss grew deeper, warmer, more sure.
He tasted her—sweet and soft lips—his tongue brushing gently against hers. Qianying let out a soft moan as her hands slid into his hair, her fingers curling and pulling him closer.
Their bodies pressed together, hearts beating fast.
Ye Xian slowly pulled back, but only to kiss her cheek, then her jaw. He moved lower, kissing her neck, each kiss making her shiver.
When he reached the spot just below her ear, he stopped there for a moment, breathing in her scent. He kissed her again—slow and tender—making her gasp and arch slightly toward him.
His hand moved to her waist, pulling her gently closer. She held on tighter, her breath shaky, her face red and warm. His lips moved up to her ear, where he gave a light nibble and whispered her name.
"Qianying…"
Her eyes slowly closed, and she leaned into him, trusting him, her body trembling, full of wanting.
He looked at her—her lips slightly open, her skin glowing, her eyes filled with both love and desire.
Ye Xian's fingers moved slowly, teasingly, as he loosened the ties of Qianying's dress. The soft, silky fabric slipped from her shoulders like a lover's sigh, gliding down her arms and pooling at her waist. His eyes lingered on every inch of newly revealed skin, drinking her in like a man lost in thirst.
The thin straps of her duodou gave way next, sliding down with barely a touch, leaving her upper body bare to his hungry gaze.
Her breasts rose and fell with each breath—plump and perfect, her skin pale like cream, her tips a soft pink that made his mouth dry. His gaze trailed lower, following the smooth slope of her stomach to the gentle flare of her hips and the long, elegant shape of her thighs.
"You're perfect," Ye Xian murmured, his voice husky, filled with desire. He traced a finger along her collarbone, then down the valley between her breasts, the touch feather-light and maddeningly slow.
Qianying gasped softly, her breath quickening. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, her body trembling under his touch. No one had ever seen her like this—completely exposed, completely his.
Then, without speaking, he slid one arm under her legs, the other around her back, and picked her up.
She gasped softly, surprised, but didn't stop him. She rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her toward the bed—step by step, as if time had slowed just for them.
Ye Xian gently laid Sheng Qianying down on the bed, his movements slow and full of care, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.
Ye Xian slowly undressed, letting his robes fall to the floor. His body was strong, shaped by years of training—broad shoulders, firm chest, lean muscles. But in that moment, he looked at her not like a warrior, but like a man filled with desire, trying to hold back.
He leaned over her, his body pressing softly against hers as he kissed her deeply—his hands caressing her boobs with slow, reverent touch.
Qianying let out soft, breathless moans as his kisses trailed down her neck. Her body trembled under his touch, her heart racing with warmth and longing. As their bodies grew closer, Ye Xian pause in surprise.
He looked at her with a faint smile, a little embarrassed. "It seems… my dragon's still asleep."
Qianying blinked, her face flushed. "Still asleep?" she asked shyly.
Ye Xian nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think it's still… recovering from what happened yesterday morning."
She paused, then remembered—her eyes widened as the memory returned.
The moment Ye Ling'er knocked on the door, and in her panic, Sheng Qianying had accidentally clenched down on Ye Xian's cock so hard it was as if she almost crushed it into paste.
Qianying covered her face, mortified. "Ah… I-I really did that, didn't I…"
Ye Xian thought to himself, 'That's why most male cultivators prefer to mate with female cultivators who are either at the same level or weaker. Going for someone way stronger? Now that's asking for trouble. If her power goes out of control during the act, your poor little dragon might not survive the battle—it could snap, bend, or break like a twig in a storm.'
Ye Xian gave her a half-smile. "It barely survived. My poor dragon still twitches at the thought."
She looked at him, biting her lip, guilt welling in her chest. "I… I didn't mean to hurt you."
He smiled warmly and brushed her cheek. "You didn't. But maybe… there's a way to help it feel better."
She blinked, then slowly nodded. "Tell me what to do."
Qianying's eyes widened as she stared at the sleeping "dragon." She had never seen it this close before—this was the intruder that had bullied her so much in the past. But up close, it looked a lot less scary… maybe even a little cute.
With shy curiosity, she reached out and gently held it in her hand. Her touch was soft, unsure, but warm. She lowered her head, kissing it lightly.
"I don't really know how…" she whispered.
Ye Xian smiled gently. "Just follow my lead. Slowly."
And so, with cheeks red and breath unsteady, she followed his guidance. Her lips touched the tip, softly at first, then again with more confidence. She kissed it, then gently sucked, listening to Ye Xian's voice, feeling his body react.
Though it was her first time, Qianying tried her best—and as the moments passed, her efforts grew smoother. What began as nervous and clumsy became sweet, tender… and surprisingly good.
Her eyes flicked up to see Ye Xian's expression—his eyes half-lidded, his breath uneven, his hand stroking her hair.
He smiled. "You're doing great."
Ye Xian exhaled sharply, fingers twining into her hair—not pushing, just feeling. Her lips were warm, wet, and so damn tight around him, her inexperience obvious in every hesitant flick of her tongue.
'She's trying so hard…'
And gods, it was adorable. The way she peeked up at him between fluttering lashes, cheeks flushed, lips stretched around his length—like she was both terrified and determined to please him. Her first few strokes were awkward, her rhythm uneven, but every clumsy suck sent heat coiling low in his gut.
'Fuck. She's terrible at this… and I love it.'
A breathy laugh escaped him when she scraped her teeth again, her eyes widening in panic. He smoothed a thumb over her cheekbone, voice rough. "Easy… slower."
She obeyed instantly, her mouth softening, her tongue lapping at him like he was something precious. The contrast was dizzying—her innocence and her hunger, the way she listened so eagerly, so desperate to make him feel good.
'This girl...'
His grip tightened slightly as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking gently. Pleasure sparked up his spine, and for a heartbeat, he let himself drown in it—the wet heat of her, the soft sounds she made, the way her fingers trembled against his thighs.
'She's learning. Fast.'
And then—oh—her throat fluttered as she took him deeper, her nose brushing his skin. Ye Xian's hips jerked instinctively, a groan tearing from his throat.