After the party, Xiao Ling returned to his room.
He methodically began to pack his belongings for his retreat, concentrating on balancing his mind and body, striving to be fully prepared for tomorrow's retreat.
...
Night fell, the moonlight shone like water.
In his room, Xiao Ling was pondering the details of tomorrow's retreat when there was a gentle knock on the door.
He opened the door to see Han Yue standing gracefully before him, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, filled with tenderness and love.
Moonlight bathed her form, and her lavender skirt swayed gently, like a blooming violet.
Han Yue's lips parted softly, her voice soft and rosy, "Xiao Ling, I wanted to see you. You're starting your retreat tomorrow. Are you ready?"
Xiao Ling smiled slightly, stepped aside to let Han Yue in, and gently closed the door.
The flickering candlelight within the room illuminated Han Yue's face, making it even more charming.
Han Yue lowered her head slightly, biting her lip softly. With a hint of shyness, she said, "Xiao Ling, this retreat will last for several months. I... I'm going to miss you."
Xiao Ling stepped forward, gently placing his hands on Han Yue's shoulders. He gazed at her lovingly, and softly said, "Senior, don't worry. When I emerge from retreat and my strength increases, I'll go to your family and ask the elders to bring you home as my wife."
Han Yue's ears flushed at these words, and her eyes looked at Xiao Ling with tears in their eyes.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Ling no longer hesitated, slowly leaning closer to Han Yue. His hot breath gently caressed her cheek, and Han Yue trembled slightly, nervous and expectant.
Xiao Ling's lips brushed against hers, as softly as a dragonfly touching water.
Han Yue moaned and wrapped her arms around Xiao Ling's neck. Encouraged, Xiao Ling deepened the kiss, his tongue prying open Han Yue's teeth and entwining his with hers.
The breath of the two intertwined, and each other's heartbeats were clearly audible.
Xiao Ling's hand slid from Han Yue's shoulder and gently stroked her back. Han Yue's body trembled, but she pressed even more closely to Xiao Ling.
Xiao Ling's lips left Han Yue's lips, and moved along her cheek, kissing her earlobe. Han Yue panted lightly, and her body softened slightly. Xiao Ling kissed her neck again, leaving a series of fiery marks.
Han Yue's hands gently grasped Xiao Ling's back, as if urging her, but also as if resisting this intoxicating temptation.
After a long time, Xiao Ling kissed Han Yue's lips again, and the two bodies hugged each other tightly, as if to merge each other into the depths of their souls.
Han Yue was panting, her cheeks were as red as clouds, and her beautiful eyes were full of confusion and tenderness.
Xiao Ling's eyes burned with lust, and his hand slid down Han Yue's waist...
Sensing the strange touch, Han Yue squeezed her legs together, her body trembling slightly. She tilted her head back slightly and whispered in Xiao Ling's ear, "Xiao Ling, love me..."
Xiao Ling could no longer contain himself, and he lifted Han Yue up and walked over to the bed...
...
The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a shadow over Xiao Ling and Han Yue.
Xiao Ling was still asleep, but Han Yue had awakened first. She gazed quietly at Xiao Ling's handsome face, her eyes filled with unwavering love.
Han Yue gently leaned in, her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttering slightly, and placed a feather-soft, affectionate kiss on his cheek.
Xiao Ling, awakened by the gentle touch, opened his eyes, a doting smile playing on his lips, and he pulled Han Yue tightly into his arms.
The two embraced each other, Han Yue's head gently resting on Xiao Ling's solid chest, listening to his strong and comforting heartbeat.
Xiao Ling gently combed Han Yue's hair with his fingers, whispering sweet words in her ear that only the two of them could understand.
Sitting up slightly, Han Yue said coquettishly, "Xiao Ling, it's all your fault. I still feel a little pain now."
Xiao Ling scratched his head and responded with a smile, "Senior sister, that's because you are too charming and I can't help it."
Slightly raising his head, his eyes flashing with tenderness, Han Yue said softly, "Xiao Ling, I really want to be with you forever."
Xiao Ling hugged her tightly, buried his head in Han Yue's silver hair, and said, "Senior sister, me too."
After a while, Han Yue sighed softly, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and said, "Xiao Ling, I have to go back first. I can't let anyone find out."
Although Xiao Ling was reluctant, he also knew that the situation was special at the moment. He nodded and said, "Okay, senior sister, be careful."
Han Yue got up and tidied his clothes, leaned over and kissed Xiao Ling's forehead again. After a while, they separated and said affectionately, "Dear, always think of me when you are in seclusion."
Then he carefully opened the door, looked left and right, and after confirming that there was no one, he turned back and gave Xiao Ling a reluctant look, and hurried away.
Xiao Ling watched her retreating figure, his heart filled with longing, and he began to anticipate their sweet reunion after their retreat.
...
After Han Yue left, Xiao Ling slowly rose and began carefully tidying his slightly messy bed.
He dressed methodically, his eyes still brimming with tenderness and affection.
Once he was done, Xiao Ling took a deep breath, striving to compose himself, and walked at a leisurely pace toward the nearby training room.
On the winding path leading to the training room, Xiao Ling unexpectedly ran into Xiao Yixian.
She was dressed in a pure white dress, its hem fluttering gently in the breeze like a blooming white lotus.
Her beautiful face was etched with concern, her bright eyes like the clear water of a lake.
"Xiao Ling, you look so good. What just happened?" Xiao Yixian asked curiously, blinking her clear, watery eyes.
Her voice was crisp and melodious, like the sound of a mountain stream.
Xiao Ling was startled for a moment, a subtle flicker of panic crossing his face before a gentle smile appeared. "Nothing, just some personal matters,"
Xiao Yixian hummed softly, her mind involuntarily reminiscing about Xiao Ling's joke yesterday, asking her to give him a kiss as a token of gratitude.
At this thought, her cheeks instantly flushed, like the vibrant sunset glow on the horizon.
Xiao Ling looked at Xiao Yixian's suddenly flushed face, feeling a little puzzled, but she didn't dwell on it, simply assuming she was thinking about something embarrassing for a girl.
"Did Xiao Yixian see through something?"
Xiao Yixian gathered herself and tried to sound calm. "Then hurry to the training room! Don't delay."
Xiao Ling nodded and was about to turn and leave when Xiao Yixian suddenly, as if resolved, stepped forward and placed a light kiss on Xiao Ling's cheek, as light as a dragonfly touching water.
After the kiss, her face flushed intensely, and she didn't even dare to look at Xiao Ling again before scurrying away like a frightened deer.
(End of this chapter)