258: Fall

Night fell, and the spiritual mist on the immortal island flowed under the moonlight, like a light veil, enveloping the entire courtyard in a hazy poetic ambiance.

In her room, Mei Ning faced the smooth jade wall, adjusting her appearance over and over again. She re-combed her twin ponytails, which made her shy, and tugged at the hem of her excessively short glutinous skirt. Each breath she took was accompanied by a nervous tremor.

Finally, she made up her mind.

She took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked towards the main hall where Lin Feng was.

The hall door was ajar, revealing soft and ambiguous lamplight. She gently pushed the door open a crack, only to see Lin Feng half-reclining on an immensely wide cloud bed, propping his head with one hand. His moon-white long robe was casually open, revealing his well-defined, muscular chest. On the jade table in front of him were several plates of crystal-clear spiritual fruits, and his entire being exuded a lazy yet extremely aggressive Qi.

"Sen... Senior," Mei Ning's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz. She stood nervously at the doorway, twisting the corner of her clothes, not daring to take another step forward.

Lin Feng looked up at her, a playful smile curling on his lips. His gaze seemed to penetrate her thin clothes, seeing through all the panic in her heart.

"Come here," his voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible magic.

Mei Ning's heart skipped a beat, feeling her legs turn a little soft. She could only shuffle over in small steps, stopping a few paces in front of him, her head bowed, her gaze only daring to fall on her pristine white toes.

"Change into the clothes I gave you today, one by one, and let this Seat see," Lin Feng's voice was flat, yet it made Mei Ning's heart skip a beat.

"H-here?" She instinctively looked up, her voice trembling slightly.

"Otherwise?" Lin Feng retorted, pointing to the huge red sandalwood wardrobe beside the cloud bed. The cabinet doors were open, revealing a dazzling array of women's clothing of various styles, from sacred immortal palace gowns to alluring black gauze dresses, everything imaginable, as if encompassing all the charms of women in the world.

Mei Ning's cheeks instantly flushed crimson. She knew she had no room to refuse. She bit her lip and, as if resigned, walked to the wardrobe, took out a sky-blue palace gown, and with her back to Lin Feng, clumsily began to untie her short skirt with trembling fingers.

The rustling sound of fabric rubbing against itself was exceptionally clear in the quiet hall, as if drumming on her heart. Mei Ning could feel the scorching gaze behind her, as if it were substantial, roaming over her smooth back, making her entire body break out in tiny goosebumps. She hurriedly changed into the long dress, then turned around, so shy that she almost buried her head in her chest.

Lin Feng scrutinized her for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "Too dignified, not suitable for you. Change."

Mei Ning had no choice but to turn around again and select a set of heroic red riding attire from the wardrobe. This time, her movements were a little faster, and her sense of shame seemed to have worn off a layer.

"Too heroic, it conceals your gentleness. Change."

Next was a transparent black lace nightgown.

"Too direct, it lacks a certain flavor. Change."

...Mei Ning could no longer remember how many sets of clothes she had changed. The initial extreme shame slowly turned into numbness. Finally, when she heard Lin Feng's "Change" again, she simply gave up, no longer turning her back to Lin Feng, but instead, directly in front of him, taking off one garment after another and putting on another.

Her movements went from awkward to skilled, and her gaze from evasive to frank. She discovered that this Senior seemed to be merely appreciating a work of art, searching for the most satisfying style. When she no longer deliberately concealed herself, his gaze, on the contrary, became pure, leaving only appreciation.

When she changed into the seventh outfit, it was a white glutinous skirt with very little fabric, barely covering the crucial parts. The hem was extremely short, just covering her hip line, swaying slightly with her movements, full of dynamism. The top was a matching bandeau, perfectly outlining her graceful curves. Lin Feng's eyes finally lit up.

"This one," he sat up straight, his gaze burning as he looked at her. "Ponytails with this outfit, good, enough contrast."

Mei Ning looked at the appreciation and satisfaction in his eyes, and a strange sense of contentment and accomplishment welled up in her heart.

Lin Feng beckoned her with his finger, saying lazily, "Mei Ning, be more proactive."

More proactive?

Mei Ning's heart trembled. Looking at Lin Feng's aggressive gaze, she understood this was her final test.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the last of her shyness and reserve. Since she had chosen this path, she could no longer be timid.

A charming smile, one she had never shown before, bloomed on her face. That smile, on her pure features, appeared extraordinarily captivating. She took a step, her lotus-like steps moving gently, slowly walking towards the cloud bed. With each step, the extremely short glutinous skirt swayed, her fair and slender legs appearing and disappearing, full of fatal temptation.

She did not directly throw herself into Lin Feng's arms, but instead knelt beside the jade table in front of him. She picked up a glazed wine cup, filled it with amber-colored fine wine for him, then held it with both hands, respectfully yet seductively offering it to his lips.

"Senior, please have some wine," her voice became exquisitely charming, her eyes like water, gazing intently at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng smiled as he drank the wine in the cup, his gaze never leaving her face.

Mei Ning put down the wine cup, her movements not pausing for a moment. She extended her slender jade hand and boldly stroked Lin Feng's open chest. Her fingertips lightly brushed over his firm muscles, sending shivers through her that even surprised herself.

"Senior's body is so firm..." She exhaled like an orchid, her voice trembling slightly, and slowly leaned down, pressing her cheek against his chest.

Lin Feng's deep laughter resonated above her head. He extended his long arm and scooped her up, making her straddle his lap, holding her tightly in his embrace.

"Already out of strength?" His deep laughter echoed in her ear, his warm breath making her earlobes flush.

Mei Ning leaned limply in his arms, feeling the strength from his powerful arms and his scorching body temperature, feeling as if her heart was melting. She looked up, her hazy eyes meeting Lin Feng's deep black pupils, and actively offered her red lips.

The clash of lips and tongues, with an irresistible dominance and plunder, instantly shattered all her defenses.

He scooped her up horizontally and walked towards the massive cloud bed, large enough for several people to roll around on, gently laying her down.

The soft bed instantly enveloped her delicate body.

His palm, as if carrying flames, roamed over her smooth back, leaving a trail of light shivers wherever it passed. Mei Ning felt herself turn into a small boat, tossing in a stormy sea, and he was her only harbor.

She forgot time, she forgot who she was. In her mind, there was only his strong scent and the constant shivers he brought. She began to respond clumsily, using everything she had to meet him.

The moans and gasps in the hall intertwined into a beautiful symphony, echoing long in the silent night.

After an unknown amount of time, when the final tide receded, Mei Ning lay weakly on his chest like a fish out of water. Sweat soaked her hair, and her twin ponytails were disheveled. She listened to his steady, powerful heartbeat, feeling an unprecedented sense of peace and satisfaction.

She had completely fallen.