Chapter 56
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Chapter 56: Title
Her cultivation method had always led Ye Qingshang to view desire with detachment, as something external and unnecessary. Thus, across lifetimes and decades, she’d never understood her own heart.
In her past life, she mistook enduring joy upon meeting as love. She hadn’t realized love intertwines with longing. A love without yearning isn’t love—at least not the mutual kind. Regrettably, this realization came too late, costing her years with Mu Huaiyun.
His desire for her brought fulfillment, yet years of emotional reserve made sudden intimacy challenging.
Like now—this "reward"…
Ye Qingshang pondered. She had nothing tangible to offer but herself.
With that thought, she rose to kiss him. His warmth and sweetness, like a spring of nectar, proved irresistible. After several attempts, she faltered at the barrier of his teeth, unable to advance. He, as if teasing, resisted her efforts.
Just as she withdrew, his tongue gently beckoned her back. This was no tentative exploration but a relentless claiming that stripped her remaining clarity, leaving her lost to time and sight.
Her heart floated like a cloud, drifting toward the azure sky. Each breath felt impossible, painful as mortals beneath Buddha. She sought only the lingering fragrance after rain, yet time stretched endlessly—a moment spanning eternity.
Only after what seemed ages did Mu Huaiyun release her. Marking his claim, he nipped her lips—not harshly, but with a tenderness that radiated captivating allure.
Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked up, her gaze innocent as a newborn’s first sight of the world—heartbreakingly vulnerable.
Mu Huaiyun couldn’t bear this sight, so unlike her usual composure. Neither smiling nor stern, one glance ensnared him, as if destined to kneel before her forever.
"Qingshang," he declared, voice leaving no refusal, "this side of you belongs solely to me." In one motion, he swept her into his arms toward the chamber.
Moonlight flowed like water across her face. Dazedly, she pressed against Mu Huaiyun’s chest. Glancing up, his throat lay bare before her. He swallowed instinctively, his Adam’s apple bobbing—a sight that captured her gaze.
Whether from lingering haze or the moon’s seduction, confusion spurred her to recklessly kiss his throat. The warm, damp touch lingered, heedless of consequence.
That kiss ignited a wildfire.
Mu Huaiyun halted, releasing a sigh laden with restrained struggle.
Ye Qingshang’s reaction was a bit slow at that moment. Still in a daze, she couldn’t understand the reason behind that sigh. Blinking her eyes, she thought about asking but hadn’t opened her mouth yet when she felt the flow of spiritual power around her and the door suddenly closed. Mu Huaiyun leaned in and pressed closer.
The rustling of silk against the floor ceased.
As their clothes fell away, the heat from their skin pressing together became overwhelming, and the unusual sensations intensified, making the pressure below hard to ignore.
She stared at him with wide eyes, full of disbelief. "Ah Yun, you…"
Mu Huaiyun’s deep, magnetic voice sounded by her ear, carrying an imposing tone that made Ye Qingshang feel she’d done something unforgivable. He said, "You brought this on yourself."
Ye Qingshang swallowed hard, sensing a bad premonition. Before she could refuse, he suddenly leaned down, and a sticky sensation met her below.
"Mm…" she let out a soft cry, caught off guard.
Mu Huaiyun often used spiritual power, so aside from the thin calluses formed over four years of whip practice, his fingertips were as smooth as finely carved jade. Even so, that jade-like touch couldn’t be ignored as it glided across her skin, sending shivers through her body.
His hand slowly traveled downward, reaching a hidden place…
Flowers swayed, and frost settled on the branches above.
She truly struggled to bear it and tugged at his hair in frustration, her fingers tangled in his locks as she pushed. "Slow down."
Mu Huaiyun chuckled softly, sounding mischievous. He was close yet seemed distant, making it hard to grasp. "When Qingshang teased me earlier, why didn’t you say that? Now you can’t take it. What should we do on such a long night?"
"You…" Ye Qingshang was speechless but couldn’t protest, letting him do as he pleased. Feeling indignant, she challenged in a low voice, "I never thought the handsome young master Mu, who looks so upright, would be this impatient—aroused by a little teasing. It’s truly…"
Without warning, Mu Huaiyun thrust in, cutting off her words with a pained cry. Spiritual power surged uncontrollably to her fingertips, digging into his shoulder. Fortunately, his defensive barrier dissipated it easily.
He kissed her with near-biting intensity, leaving her neck flushed crimson.
His hot breath made her heart race. Gripping her retreating wrists, he demanded, "What did you call me?"
Ye Qingshang frowned and turned away, avoiding his gaze. "Young Master Mu…"
He interrupted again, never pausing. "What did you call me?"
"You… beast!" The words burst out—crude language she’d never normally use, bound as she was by immortal sect decorum. Yet this man…
Ignoring her, he pressed relentlessly. "Qingshang, think carefully. What should you call me?"
Overwhelmed, her mind drifted. Phoenix eyes half-closed and misted, she forced out, "Husband."
That soft utterance surpassed all romance.
Mu Huaiyun smiled and kissed her gently, scattering her thoughts. Then came endless conquest, rhythmic as war drums.
Whimpers filled the room, spreading urgently.
The night was perfect.
