Chapter 69 Young Master Lu, what's wrong?
"Oh my! Young Master Lu, what's wrong?" The female cultivator even began to use her words to provoke and question him, her face carrying undisguised disappointment and disdain as she muttered, "You're just all show and no substance!"
These words pierced Lu Ming's sore spot and pride like a sharp knife! His face instantly turned from white to green, then from green to red, filled with a mix of shame and indignation! If it weren't for Xiao Ming and their brotherhood, why would he ever endure such humiliation!
What was even worse was that this female cultivator seemed to be doing this only for her own fleeting pleasure, completely disregarding Lu Ming's feelings.
Her movements were crude and barbaric; Lu Ming felt as if every second lasted a year. He felt as though he wasn't enjoying himself, but was instead undergoing torture and agony!
Lu Ming kept his eyes tightly shut, desperately trying to recall Mo Qingzhu's calm and ethereal face in his mind, attempting to use it as a shield against the nightmare before him. However, the sound of breathing by his ear and the strange fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose relentlessly assaulted his already fragile nerves.
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Ming only felt exhausted, as if his body had been hollowed out. A long-awaited whistle suddenly rang out, and Lu Ming practically scrambled to break free.
He stumbled to the water basin in the corner of the room and splashed his face several times with ice-cold spiritual water, barely managing to suppress the surging nausea. With trembling hands, he quickly dressed and straightened his robes, his face devoid of color and his eyes unfocused, filled with the exhaustion of a survivor and a deep sense of loathing.
"Young Master Lu..." The female cultivator leaned lazily against the couch, licking her lips as she watched him with lingering desire. "Well? Your Junior Sister didn't lie to you, did she? Isn't it..." A smug smile played on her face, as if she had accomplished some magnificent feat.
Hearing this, Lu Ming's body stiffened. He suppressed the urge to turn around and run her through with his sword, interrupting her and squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth: "The origin of the item... speak!"
Seeing his state, the female cultivator knew when to stop. She giggled and revealed the origin of the black silk, throwing him a flirtatious wink at the end. "Young Master Lu... if you ever want to 'chat' again, feel free to come find your Junior Sister anytime!"
Lu Ming could no longer bear to listen. Disregarding all decorum, he practically fled the room as if pursued by a vengeful ghost. As he walked, he subconsciously rubbed his lower back, his face a mask of humiliation, exhaustion, and lingering fear.
On the other side, Xiao Ming was naturally not as "sentimental" as Lu Ming; he was leisurely playing with some legs!
Feeling the soft, fragrant warmth in his arms, Xiao Ming was filled with contentment. With a playful expression, he mused, "I wonder how Brother Lu is faring next door!"
In his arms, Mo Qingzhu's long, jade-like legs swayed. Her face was full of passion as she said, "Lord Saint, why worry about him..."
Her face was already flushed red, her breath as sweet as orchids, and her red lips once again took the initiative to press against his aggressively.
But how could she be a match for Xiao Ming? Within a few moves, she had lost her armor and surrendered.
After a long while, Xiao Ming finally let go, while Mo Qingzhu gasped for air as if she had just survived a life-and-death struggle.
She looked up at the handsome face inches away, gazing into those eyes as deep as the stars. A tide of emotion surged in her heart, and tenderness and love nearly overwhelmed her.
Mo Qingzhu hugged him passionately, her arms encircling his neck. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, as if she wanted to merge herself into him.
She raised her long legs, wrapping them around his waist from both sides, hanging onto him completely.