137: Chapter 137 Where else do you want to touch?

The two snuggled together for a long time.

The night breeze blew up from the foot of the mountain, carrying the unique fragrance of plants and trees from the Qingqiu Holy Land.

The glow on the horizon had completely faded, replaced by a sky full of stars, densely spread across the deep blue canopy like crushed diamonds scattered on black velvet.

Nangong Xiyue leaned against Ye Xiaoyao's shoulder, smelling the faint masculine scent on him.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, a satisfied smile hanging on the corners of her mouth.

But gradually, a hint of wonder mixed into that smile.

Why didn't Ye Xiaoyao take the initiative to do something to her?

Like kissing or touching.

But Ye Xiaoyao had always maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, properly encircling her waist without making any more intimate moves.

This left Nangong Xiyue somewhat puzzled, and a trace of resentment rose in her heart.

Was he like this with his other Dao Companions too?

Ye Xiaoyao didn't know what Nangong Xiyue was thinking.

He maintained a gentlemanly air because he wanted to leave a good impression on Nangong Xiyue.

After all, the other party was the Demon Race Empress of the Soul Transformation Stage, while he was just a minor Core Formation cultivator; he couldn't be too presumptuous, right?

Little did he know, she actually wanted to take things further with him.

Nangong Xiyue's delicate body moved; Ye Xiaoyao noticed and lowered his head to ask softly, "Xiyue, what's wrong?"

Nangong Xiyue looked up at him with a hint of reproach in her beautiful eyes, her red lips pouting slightly:

"Husband~, do you not like me? Why are you unwilling to touch me?"

Hearing the word "Husband," Ye Xiaoyao felt a stir in his heart.

It seemed he had been acting too coldly.

With a sweep of his large hand, he pulled Nangong Xiyue's curvaceous waist close, gave it a gentle squeeze, and suddenly said with a mischievous grin:

"Yue'er, are you complaining that I'm being too serious? Don't worry, since you've said so, I'll definitely satisfy you tonight, hehe."

Nangong Xiyue let out a soft cry at his sudden action and words, her cheeks instantly turning crimson.

She felt a surge of heat spread from where he had squeezed her, and her whole body felt half-melted.

She hurriedly bit her lip to keep from making an even more shameful sound.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaoyao planned to correct his previous mistake.

He should just be more direct; being too serious made them seem distant.

But he couldn't be blamed for this.

Who told Nangong Xiyue to be a powerhouse of the Soul Transformation Realm?

Moreover, the two belonged to different races; it was indeed a bit difficult for Ye Xiaoyao to act as presumptuously as he did with his other Dao Companions.

But now it was different.

Nangong Xiyue had taken the initiative to ask him to touch her, so he couldn't be polite anymore.

With a beauty in his arms, how could he let her go?

Nangong Xiyue finally felt much better.

It seemed Ye Xiaoyao no longer treated her like a Senior whose Realm was much higher than his, and was finally willing to speak to her like this.

She smiled brilliantly, her beautiful eyes as tender as water, and said with a bit of charm:

"Oh? Then how does Husband want to satisfy this concubine?"

Seeing Nangong Xiyue teasing him like this, Ye Xiaoyao could no longer suppress the restlessness in his heart.

He leaned his lips close to her ear and lowered his voice, saying, "By making you so comfortable that you beg me for mercy."

After saying that, he pulled Nangong Xiyue's soft, delicate body into his arms, letting her lie there, and then lowered his head to block her cherry lips.

When Nangong Xiyue heard those words, her pretty face turned even redder, and her snow-white neck became pink.

Her whole body felt limp, and she had no resistance to Ye Xiaoyao's teasing.

She originally wanted to say something, but in the end, her small mouth was blocked, and she could only let out a soft moan: "Mmm..."

The two kissed passionately, inseparable.

Ye Xiaoyao's lips were very hot, carrying a masculine aura as if trying to melt her.

Nangong Xiyue felt her mind go blank, unable to think of anything, only able to passively endure this intense kiss.

Ye Xiaoyao's hands also became restless.

One palm stroked her lower back, gently rubbing that sensitive hollow.

The other hand moved up along her waistline, his fingertips brushing over her ribs, causing her whole body to tremble slightly.

Nangong Xiyue's body was as soft as spring water, slumped in Ye Xiaoyao's arms, letting him do as he pleased.

She had never experienced this before and felt both ashamed and afraid, yet vaguely expectant.

After a long time, the two finally separated reluctantly.

Nangong Xiyue's eyes were misty, and her face was flushed with a touching blush.

There were still faint kiss marks on her bright cherry lips, looking extremely tempting.

She panted slightly, her chest heaving, the full curves faintly visible under the thin dress fabric.

Looking at the stunning beauty before him, Ye Xiaoyao's eyes were filled with the burning light caused by that pure yang object.

He had been trying hard to suppress the Pure Yang Qi in his body, but the lingering intimacy just now made him unable to suppress it any longer.

At this moment, he felt hot all over and only wanted to be relieved and find release immediately.

Seeing his intense gaze, Nangong Xiyue was not afraid, but instead teased him intentionally:

"Husband, where else do you want to touch? Is it here?"

She reached out her jade-like hand, her slender fingers pointing at her towering peaks.

"Or here?"

Her finger slid behind her, pointing at her round, peach-like buttocks.

"Or perhaps here?"

Finally, her finger landed on her long, slender legs, gently brushing across them.

The teasing intent was self-evident, clearly wanting Ye Xiaoyao to take a step further with her.

Looking at her actions, Ye Xiaoyao felt a surge of heat in his heart, and his breathing became even more hurried.

He swallowed, his eyes fixed on Nangong Xiyue's fair thighs, and panted:

"Of course... all of them!"

Hearing this, Nangong Xiyue chuckled, a hint of craftiness flashing in her eyes.

"Fine, since Husband likes them all, then this concubine will let Husband have a good taste~"

With that, she took the initiative to pounce on him.

Ye Xiaoyao felt a gust of fragrance hit his face, and then a warm, soft body was in his arms.

Before he could react, his lips were blocked by two soft ones.

This time, it was Nangong Xiyue who took the initiative.

She imitated his earlier manner, kissing him clumsily yet passionately.

Her small hands also wandered restlessly over his chest, pulling at his lapel as if trying to strip away the obstructive clothing.

How could Ye Xiaoyao hold back any longer?

With a roll, he pressed her beneath him...