Chapter 117 Wait a minute
Xiao Ming spent a few more days of carefree and pleasant time on Holy Son Peak.
On this day, he was soaking in the bath behind the main hall. The warm water soaked into his skin, cleansing his mind—it was delightful. Just as he was planning to call for one or two beauties to accompany him, to add fragrance to his sleeves and swim with him in their jade-like bodies, suddenly, a somewhat excited and light sound of footsteps approached from afar. The person arriving was none other than Yu Linglong.
Today, she wore a simple and elegant white dress, its hem fluttering. Amidst the misty steam, she was like a white plum blossom quietly blooming under the moon. After not seeing her for a few days, her temperament seemed to have changed greatly. She was no longer as aloof as before, but instead invisibly exuded a seductive vibe (perhaps thanks to the mystery of the Ice and Fire Initial Emotion Art), adding a hint of subtle temptation. However, at this moment, beneath the mist, she hid a trace of imperceptible nervousness and determination.
She walked straight to the edge of the bath and saw Xiao Ming, who was already wearing only a thin garment, his figure tall and straight. Her footsteps became heavy, and two blushes subconsciously flew onto her cheeks, appearing especially alluring under the misty vapor and moonlight. She steadied herself, bowed gracefully, and her voice carried more crispness and gratitude than usual: "Linglong pays respects to the Saint. Thank you, Saint, for bestowing the divine Cultivation Technique. Both my sister and I have gained much from Cultivating recently, and my sister has even had a Breakthrough to the Late Golden Core Stage." She paused, as if making up her mind, and continued, "After the recent guidance from Sister Chi Lianer, both my sister and I have become familiar with the duties a maid should perform. Saint... Saint, Linglong has come to serve you while you bathe."
Xiao Ming turned around, looking at the beautiful and moving young girl before him with interest. The steam dampened a few strands of hair on her forehead, sticking to her smooth temples. Her white dress fluttered slightly in the mist, outlining her increasingly full and moving curves. He really hadn't expected that before he even called for anyone, the candidate for this mandarin duck bath would deliver herself to his doorstep, and wearing such a "fitting" white dress, no less.
"Oh? It seems the Cultivation Technique is indeed suitable for the two of you sisters." Xiao Ming hooked the corner of his lips into a playful arc, his gaze flowing over her without concealment, especially lingering for a moment on her graceful figure faintly visible beneath the white dress. His voice was meaningful: "Linglong, you have come at just the right time. It is lonely for this Saint to bathe alone. Since you have said you are willing to serve wholeheartedly, then... come down and join me!"
Upon hearing those straightforward and double-meaning words, Yu Linglong's body trembled almost imperceptibly. In the swirling mist, her beautiful face turned even redder, spreading from her cheeks to her small earlobes, and even her exquisite collarbone was stained with a faint pink. But this time, she did not lower her head or tactically retreat in panic as she usually did. Instead, she raised those eyes, misted with vapor yet implicitly revealing a certain determination, and met Xiao Ming's playful gaze.
Yu Linglong did not hesitate again and walked slowly forward to the edge of the pool. Her slender, white fingers lifted gently and rested on the sash of her white dress. Although her movements did not pause, the slight tremor in her fingertips exposed her inner unrest.
Xiao Ming looked at Yu Linglong, who appeared like a fairy descending to earth amidst the swirling mist, and at her current actions, thinking to himself: 'Damn, if you take it off now, what will I take off later?'
He hurriedly spoke up, waved his hand, and said sternly: "Wait."
The movement of Yu Linglong's hands paused. She looked up at him, a trace of confusion and deeper nervousness flashing in her eyes. Could it be that the Saint had changed his mind? Or had she misunderstood his intention?
Xiao Ming continued to lean comfortably against the edge of the pool, the warm water flowing over his sturdy chest. He watched with leisurely composure as Yu Linglong's jade hands paused on the sash, and at the alluring curves outlined by the white clothes and steam, dark light flickering in his eyes.
"Just come down!" He waved his hand slowly and gently, his tone carrying an unquestionable air: "For this matter, it is more interesting if this Saint does it himself, is it not?"
Yu Linglong understood his meaning instantly. Her already flushed cheeks went "thump" and turned so red they could almost drip blood. She felt as if all the blood in her body was rushing to her face, and even the skin exposed to the air began to heat up slightly. Doing it herself versus having him do it personally—the implications and the feelings brought about by this were completely different.
She froze in place, her fingertips still pinching that thin sash, unsure whether to untie it or not. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, almost about to jump out of her throat. The mist blurred her vision and also blurred the handsome face of the man in the pool, leaving only the heart-fluttering fire dancing in those deep eyes.
Xiao Ming did not urge her, but simply enjoyed Yu Linglong's embarrassment and struggle at this moment with great interest.