Chapter 77 Master, what are you doing here?

Xiao Ming returned to Holy Son Peak with a face full of satisfaction, moving at a leisurely pace. The evening breeze brushed against his face, seemingly still carrying the lingering warmth and passionate aftertaste from the side hall, causing the corners of his mouth to lift involuntarily. Having obtained the intelligence and even subdued a fiery stunner like Chi Lianer, his trip to War Demon Peak had been quite fruitful.

The peak was quiet. The moonlight, like water, spilled over the not-so-exquisite corridors and tranquil flowers and trees, creating a unique scenery. The main hall's lights were still on, casting a warm yellow glow through the gaps in the window lattices.

'It seems that little girl Qingzhu is still waiting for me!' Xiao Ming's heart stirred. Thinking of the beauty who was cold and reserved in public but passionate and proactive with him in private, as well as those straight, slender, beautiful legs, a small flame seemed to burn in his heart. He stepped into the hall with light footsteps.

The hall was warm and pleasant, scented with a faint, calming fragrance. His gaze swept across the front hall, but he saw no one. Listening carefully, there seemed to be an extremely faint sound of fabric rubbing together in the inner chamber.

A mischievous smile curled at the corners of Xiao Ming's mouth. He lightened his steps and, like a night cat, silently circled toward the passage leading to the inner bedroom. Sure enough, as soon as he entered, he could vaguely see a slender, graceful figure standing by the soft couch near the window.

The woman was facing away from him, wearing a simple and elegant light green dress. Her hair was like a waterfall, tied up with a simple jade hairpin, with a few strands falling to the side of her neck. Outlined by the dim light, it added a sense of hazy beauty. She seemed to be slightly leaning over, tidying the bedding on the couch. Her waist was slender, barely a handful, and the slender jade legs exposed beneath the hem of her skirt were dazzlingly fair in the blend of moonlight and lamplight.

That's right, it must be Qingzhu. It was so late; on this Holy Son Peak, besides her, what other woman could appear in his bedroom at this time? She must have been waiting for him for a long time and was thoughtfully tidying his bed.

A warm current mixed with a sense of belonging and desire surged in his heart. Xiao Ming, feeling playful, deliberately restrained his presence and tiptoed closer until he reached a step behind the figure.

Without a moment's hesitation, Xiao Ming pounced like a hungry tiger, wrapping his arms around that slender waist from behind. He tightened his arms, locking the warm yet slightly cool body firmly into his embrace. He rested his chin on her neck, greedily inhaling the fragrance escaping from her hair, and said in a cheeky tone:

"Still waiting for this Saint so late? You really are thoughtful... Come, let this Saint take a good look at your legs..."

Before he finished speaking, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. This body scent, this tactile sensation, and this cool chill.

He had just finished speaking when he vaguely felt that something was wrong. The feel of the beauty in his arms, the way she softened when touched, and that faint, cold, lingering fragrance all carried an undeniable chill, a sense of alienation that kept people at a distance, which was completely different from Mo Qingzhu's aura!

This was absolutely not Mo Qingzhu!

This thought exploded in Xiao Ming's mind like a thunderclap, making his blood seem to freeze instantly! The arm he had wrapped around her waist stiffened slightly, and even his breathing stopped for a moment. The feeling of pleasure that had just risen was instantly doused with cold water.

Just as Xiao Ming showed an extremely awkward expression, the beautiful figure he was holding slowly turned her side profile. Her face was peerless and stunning, but what was most intoxicating were those soul-stirring peach blossom eyes. The corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, and they should have been flowing with endless charm, but at this moment, they were like a bottomless cold abyss, staring straight at Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming immediately felt his scalp go numb under her gaze, his whole body feeling uncomfortable. Only then did he tremblingly say: "Revered Master, why are you here?" As soon as he said this, he secretly cursed himself.

Sure enough, Luo Li's charming peach blossom eyes narrowed immediately. Her red lips parted slightly, and she asked with deep meaning: "Oh, Wicked Disciple... If it's not your Revered Master, then who else could it be?"

Xiao Ming looked at her. She was smiling, looking gentle, but his heart was pounding wildly!

He whispered tentatively in response: "Revered Master is joking! Disciple... Disciple just didn't expect Revered Master to visit in the middle of the night, and was momentarily overwhelmed with surprise, which is why I spoke without thinking! Besides Revered Master, who else could have such grace to make this Disciple yearn for you so much!"

He showered her with compliments, praising Luo Li as if she were unparalleled in heaven and earth.

Luo Li rolled her eyes at Xiao Ming with endless charm. That look was both coquettish and chiding. As her eyes drifted, the bone-chilling coldness from before dissipated quite a bit; clearly, she was still quite pleased by this Wicked Disciple's flattery.

However, this eased atmosphere did not last long.

Luo Li suddenly wrinkled her delicate eyebrows, and her jade-like nose twitched imperceptibly, as if catching some extremely faint scent in the air. The faint smile on her face slowly faded, and she returned to her cold, aloof state.

"Wicked Disciple, where exactly did you go just now? What did you do? Confess!"

Xiao Ming's heart jumped, knowing he hadn't managed to fool her after all. Although he had previously revealed to her that he might have more than one woman in the future, it still couldn't change a woman's nature—jealousy!

Watching the Wicked Disciple in front of her racking his brain, Luo Li finally couldn't hold it back. Her tightly pressed lips curled slightly, and then, she burst into laughter.

This smile was like ice melting and cold plum blossoms blooming, and it was just like "Poetry finished at dusk as snow falls, suddenly encountering a smile so charming," instantly dispelling the biting chill that had surrounded her. That originally cold and ethereal, peerless face was tinged with a bit of worldly warmth because of this sudden smile.

Xiao Ming was stunned.

He almost drooled. It wasn't his first time seeing Luo Li smile, but that near-perfect appearance combined with this stunning smile was simply a lethal blow!

It was like a peerless beauty pounding your chest with her small fists; which man could withstand this? This was pure seduction!

That's right... Xiao Ming couldn't withstand it either, so he got excited!

"Mas—Revered Master..." He murmured subconsciously, with his own unique infatuation and palpitation, "You... you look so beautiful when you smile..." This was said clumsily and straightforwardly, but it was enough to make the ice beauty who kept people at a distance bloom with joy.

Luo Li had intended to tease her Wicked Disciple a bit more, but before the words could leave her mouth, she swallowed them back. Because she realized that the Wicked Disciple was hugging her even tighter. If it were just that, she, who was already cold and aloof, wouldn't have panicked! But what made her even more flustered was yet to come—

Luo Li's delicate body suddenly stiffened, as if struck by lightning, and a strange and unsettling numbness surged up from her back. Her beautiful face turned red like a monkey's butt "poof," spreading all the way to her slender neck and jade-like earlobes. Those peach blossom eyes that originally carried a hint of teasing widened instantly, with confusion, shyness, and even a secret palpitation surging in them.

An immense sense of shame surged into her heart like a tide, but her body went slightly soft because of this intimate contact, and her heart was pounding like a deer. She struggled to twist her slender waist and perky buttocks, which finally dissipated some of the panic.

"Wicked... Wicked Disciple!" Luo Li took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her chaotic thoughts, and put on the air of a strict Revered Master, saying, "Don't change the subject, confess honestly!"

But... she didn't know that the way she called him "Wicked Disciple" with different emotions sounded like a green light to him! It was simply increasing Xiao Ming's combat power. And so, how could Xiao Ming endure this?

Before Luo Li could react at all, he directly took her crystal-clear earlobe into his mouth!

"Mm... Unh...!"

The moist, scorching sensation instantly enveloped Luo Li's sensitive earlobe. Accompanied by Xiao Ming's licking, Luo Li went limp as if electrocuted, falling directly into Xiao Ming's arms. Her mind went blank, and all her reason collapsed at this moment.

Seeing her go limp, Xiao Ming bit down, capturing those two red lips.

"Mm—!"

This kiss came suddenly and passionately, carrying a domineering aggression. Xiao Ming's tongue pried open her slightly closed pearly teeth like a spirit snake, driving straight in.

Gradually, under Xiao Ming's strong and fiery offensive, the little bit of reserve Luo Li originally had vanished.

Her hands, which had originally been motionless, began to tightly clutch Xiao Ming's robes at some point. Her tightly closed teeth also quietly parted, awkwardly and intensely enduring his demands, and even under the guidance of Xiao Ming's tongue, began to actively respond.

Under Xiao Ming's vigorous and passionate kissing, the two slowly became frank with each other, and their clothes fell to the ground like fallen petals, layer by layer. The moonlight shone through the side window, coating everything in the hall with a hazy and mysterious veil.

(Three thousand words of romantic description omitted here...)