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The room was brightly lit, and the fragrance of incense curled in the air.
The great white bed with its cascading pink gauze canopy was an overwhelming sight.
Although Jingliu's eyes were covered by the black cloth, she could still feel the breathtaking... sensuality of it all.
Dressed in snow-white robes, ethereal and otherworldly, Jingliu held a sword condensed from solid ice in her slender hand. It shimmered with a faint light, as if she were holding a sliver of moonlight.
A cold glint flashed!
A streak of sword light, pure and stunning, stopped just before Ye Feng's throat.
The tip of the ice crystal sword radiated a chilling light that could seize one's soul.
"What is our dear Fairy doing?"
Jingliu simply stood there, silent as the moon.
But her long hair began to stir without a wind, sending out sharp ripples through the air.
Though a blindfold separated them, Ye Feng could feel her "gaze." The two stared at each other in silence.
The room was perfectly still, yet the candlelight suddenly began to flicker violently.
When the flames flared to their brightest, Jingliu thrust her sword forward.
"———!"
The sword that could supposedly cleave stars, just as it was about to pierce Ye Feng's skin, found itself unable to advance another inch.
The distance of a mere foot seemed to contain an infinite galaxy.
"Oh, it seems our Fairy prefers to play rough."
Ye Feng let out a cackle. When he said the word "Fairy," the inflection in his tone was markedly different.
"What a coincidence, I like that too. It seems we have a lot in common."
Ye Feng raised his hand, pinching his thumb and index finger together, leaving a tiny gap. "It's just that... I seem to be a tiny bit stronger than you."
With that gap between his fingertips, Ye Feng caught the tip of her sword and nudged it aside.
Jingliu was suddenly shocked. To her horror, she discovered that she was completely unable to move.
The "Mara-Struck state"... was this terrifying!
"Fairy, why aren't you saying anything?" Ye Feng asked, his tone flippant as he pinched the tip of her sword.
The expression on Jingliu's face screamed, "I refuse to waste a single word on you."
"Alright then. Since you've already tried to stab me, I won't be polite either."
With that, Ye Feng's hand lifted a corner of her white robe, revealing a section of her smooth, delicate calf.
His hand rested on her calf, kneading it gently, his fingertips brushing against her lotus-root-like jade foot.
He lightly lifted it higher. The soft fabric of her robe rose with his arm, exposing more of her thigh.
With every inch his fingertips traced across the tender skin of her beautiful leg, Jingliu's elegant brows furrowed a little deeper.
The female sword saint remained frozen in her sword-wielding stance as his hand moved upward, revealing her taut thigh in its entirety.
He carefully folded her dress up layer by layer, rolling it up, all the way to her waist—
Yesterday, he had been too focused on her legs. The waist-to-hip ratio was perfectly the easy-birth type, too.
Smack!
Ye Feng couldn't resist landing a slap, stirring a thousand snowy waves.
Her face was devastatingly beautiful, and her temperament was of an ineffable elegance, like a calm lake reflecting the new moon at night.
At this moment, that slap sent ripples churning across its surface.
Jingliu let out a muffled grunt, her voice cold and resolute. "It matters not what manner of demon you are. I will cut you down."
A smile appeared on Ye Feng's face. "My good Fairy, you're finally willing to speak. However, I don't like your tone."
"..."
"Hm? You don't want to do as I wish? That's fine. I just love a stubborn yet pure Fairy."
Ye Feng wrapped his arms around Jingliu from behind. Yesterday was the lower half, so today naturally had to be about "completion."
Ye Feng pulled Jingliu close, letting her nestle into his embrace. A thin sheen of sweat appeared on her delicate shoulders and neck, accompanied by a faint, almost imperceptible trembling.
He bit her earlobe, not too hard and not too soft, and whispered gently.
"Wow, how can a Fairy's body be this soft! If I didn't see that little pool of sweat right at your collarbone, I'd think you were born without bones."
Though she was still fully clothed, the body of the peerless female sword saint in his arms had already gone completely limp.
And yet, when she held her sword, she was so sharp and unstoppable, as if there was nothing in existence she could not cut down.
Ye Feng gazed at the sword saint's graceful, swan-like neck, her snow-white, dazzlingly smooth skin, her enchanting collarbones, and her perfectly rounded, slender shoulders. He found himself unable to look away.
Jingliu clenched her teeth, forcing herself not to make a single sound.
"..."
"Why be so serious? In your mind, this is all just a 'hallucination' from your Mara-Struck state, anyway."
Ye Feng pressed himself tightly against Jingliu.
Jingliu's body was very cool, like ice crystals from the Moon Palace, exuding a faint chill.
But it didn't matter. Ye Feng's heat was more than enough to melt solid ice.
The more silent Jingliu remained, the more diligently Ye Feng worked to warm her.
She was the former Sword Champion of the Luofu Xianzhou, the "Flawless Flying Light" who had dominated a generation of heroes.
But now, a faint, desolate sorrow appeared on Jingliu's dustless face.
She stood quietly, her hand on the sword at her waist, her fingers gripping the scabbard so tightly that her lustrous fingertips had turned pale.
Jingliu's cherry-blossom lips would sometimes press tight, sometimes bite down gently, and the tips of her slender brows trembled in the snow-like stillness...
After being toyed with like this for several hours, Jingliu could only think that there was something wrong with this person.
She could feel his desire, as scorching as a blazing fire, yet he never took that final step.
"Curious why I don't [Bleep] you?"
Crude.
Jingliu froze, cursing him inwardly.
Ye Feng continued, "You still seem to think of me as your 'Mara-Struck state.' It seems no matter how I explain it, you'll see it as the 'deception of an inner demon.' Well, that's fine. What I want to tell you is, this body is right here. I can use it whenever I want. But Shizun's consciousness... now that, in my eyes, is the real treasure."
Hearing the word "Shizun," Jingliu's gaze sharpened.
"It really is you!"
That's what he had called her yesterday, too.
"It's me. Don't be hasty, let me finish. What I just said was only one reason. Shizun, guess... are there any other reasons why I'm not [Bleeping] you right now?"