74: Chapter 74 Senior Sister's Big White Rabbit

Fu Hongxue felt as though she were hanging on by a single breath, the insidious, icy Qi inside her body gnawing away at her life force bit by bit.

When she heard Ye Xiaoyao ask if she was willing to accept treatment, she used the last of her remaining consciousness to nod.

She trusted him—trusted him without reservation.

She had assumed it would be some kind of secret technique, perhaps requiring Medicinal Pills or complex maneuvers.

She had even prepared herself to endure excruciating pain.

Therefore, when Ye Xiaoyao's lips descended upon hers, she was caught off guard, a short, muffled moan escaping her throat.

Her body instinctively stiffened for a moment, but then immediately went limp.

It was not that she lacked the strength to stop him, but rather... she did not want to.

This was her Junior Brother, the person she kept hidden in her heart.

Then, a wave of warm energy was transferred into her.

That energy was extremely masculine, containing an indescribable, vibrant vitality.

It was like the warm sun of winter, like the first breeze of early spring, carrying a scent that put her at ease.

It flowed through her frozen Meridians, and wherever it passed, the bone-gnawing, icy poison dissipated with a sizzling sound, like accumulated snow meeting boiling broth.

It was very comfortable.

Her consciousness floated up little by little from the quagmire of Chaos, becoming clear.

She could feel Ye Xiaoyao's breath, just inches away, brushing warmly against her cheek.

His arms held her steadily, his chest firm.

The sensation on her lips was extremely soft, carrying a numbness that made her heart race.

A surge of irrepressible joy welled up in Fu Hongxue's heart, like an ice flower suddenly blooming under the sunlight.

Her Junior Brother... was kissing her.

So he was not avoiding her; he did not deliberately push her away or maintain that heart-wrenching distance because of their Revered Master or her Junior Sister.

The strength in her body slowly returned as the poison was driven out.

Fu Hongxue could move now; she could at least push him away or show some sort of reaction.

But she did not.

She kept her eyes closed, resting quietly in Ye Xiaoyao's embrace, letting him continue this long and gentle healing process.

The pallor had not yet fully faded from her face, but her brows had quietly relaxed, and the corners of her lips even curled into a faint, almost indulgent arc.

Ye Xiaoyao noticed the change in the person in his arms.

Fu Hongxue's complexion was gradually becoming rosy, and her lips were regaining their delicate color, though they were still a bit paler than usual.

Worried that the Pure Yang Qi was insufficient, he hardened his resolve, focusing more intently on driving his Dantian to transfer the stored Pure Yang Origin Qi to her without reservation.

This process consumed a great deal of his energy, and beads of sweat gradually seeped from his forehead.

Time flowed slowly in the silent cave.

Outside the cave, the sky turned from bright to dark, and the wind gradually ceased.

Through the gaps in the vines, the last bit of daylight disappeared.

A full hour passed.

When the last stubborn trace of black Qi was forced out from Fu Hongxue's fingertips by the Pure Yang Qi, dissipating into the air with a faint, fishy stench.

Clarity was finally restored within Fu Hongxue's body.

Although her spiritual power had not fully recovered, it was already able to circulate slowly on its own.

However, her body still retained a sense of weakness from the great battle and the detoxification.

She let out a silent, long sigh, then slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze met Ye Xiaoyao's tightly closed eyes and his focused brow.

They were inches apart.

Only then did Fu Hongxue belatedly feel that her lips were somewhat numb and slightly swollen.

She had been kissed for too long.

A blush flew onto Fu Hongxue's face, her eyes glistening with moisture, reflecting the small cluster of weak spiritual fire she had quietly lit earlier to illuminate the cave.

She had been held by Ye Xiaoyao for a full hour, and kissed for a full hour.

The heat in Fu Hongxue's body, which had been suppressed due to her serious injuries and the detoxification, came rushing back, even more intense than before.

She felt somewhat parched.

She took the initiative to gently part her lips.

Ye Xiaoyao opened his eyes immediately, his gaze filled with concern and exhaustion, his voice slightly hoarse:

"Senior Sister, are you feeling better?"

"Junior Brother."

Fu Hongxue spoke, her voice recovering its usual clear, moist tone, though with a hint of subtle, hard-to-detect tenderness.

"I feel... the poison inside me is all cleared out, and I feel much better now."

The heart that had been hanging for over an hour finally dropped back into place with a thud.

An expression of relief appeared on Ye Xiaoyao's face, his long-tensed spirit suddenly relaxing, followed by a tidal wave of exhaustion.

He had transferred too much Pure Yang Qi.

At this moment, his Dantian was empty, his limbs were weak, his vision even went black for a moment, and his body involuntarily tipped backward.

"Junior Brother!"

Fu Hongxue was startled and quickly reached out to catch him, adjusting her position to let Ye Xiaoyao lean into her embrace, his head resting on her soft, ample chest.

The touch was exceptionally warm and soft, carrying the faint, unique fragrance of a woman.

Ye Xiaoyao felt somewhat embarrassed and tried to push himself up, but was gently held down by Fu Hongxue.

"What's wrong with you?"

Fu Hongxue looked down at him, her eyes full of worry, fearing that he had damaged his Foundation to save her.

"I'm fine, Senior Sister."

Ye Xiaoyao smiled wryly.

"It's just a bit of exhaustion; the Pure Yang Qi was over-consumed. I'll be fine after a rest."

Seeing that although he looked exhausted, there was nothing seriously wrong, Fu Hongxue finally felt at ease.

She reached out with her slender, fair, onion-like fingers, gently stroking Ye Xiaoyao's cheek, her fingertips warm and moist, saying with pity:

"Junior Brother, thank you for saving your Senior Sister."

The sensation on his cheek made Ye Xiaoyao's ears burn. He turned his head slightly and whispered:

"What are you saying, Senior Sister? There's no need to be so polite between us."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Fu Hongxue smiled beautifully, her eyes shimmering with a bewitching charm, looking like a completely different person from her usual cold and aloof self.

"Since Junior Brother says so, then your Senior Sister... will not be polite."

Before the words had even faded, a soft hand had already nimbly reached toward Ye Xiaoyao's waist, beginning to untie his belt.

Ye Xiaoyao's whole body stiffened, and he grabbed that mischievous jade hand:

"Senior Sister, what... what are you doing?"

His voice was filled with astonishment.

Fu Hongxue let him hold it, but her other hand was not idle, her fingertips gently caressing the skin on the inside of his wrist, smiling faintly:

"Junior Brother, don't move, let your Senior Sister do it."

She leaned closer, her breath like an orchid, carrying the moist warmth from their earlier kiss.

"Senior Sister, calm down."

Ye Xiaoyao tried to reason with her, but his breathing was somewhat unstable.

"We are still in danger; those two people might still be looking for us..."

"Don't worry."

Fu Hongxue interrupted him, her fingertips applying a little force, and the belt was untied and slid off.

"We are hundreds of miles away, and it was a random teleportation; they won't find us that quickly. Junior Brother..."

She lowered her voice, carrying an impatient longing, and continued:

"If we miss this time, I'm afraid... it will be hard for your Senior Sister to have such a good opportunity again."

While speaking, Ye Xiaoyao's green Daoist robe had already been nimbly removed by her, revealing his sturdy, lean upper body.

The essence of pure yang in his body had been accumulating for several days and was already at a delicate critical point.

Being teased like this by Fu Hongxue, coupled with the weakness of his body leading to a decrease in self-control.

Ye Xiaoyao's breathing immediately became heavy, and the last bit of resistance vanished into thin air.

Fu Hongxue looked at him with satisfaction as he stopped struggling, smiled sweetly, and began to untie her own red dress.

The silky fabric slid down her exquisite curves to the floor, revealing the crimson dudou underneath, embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

The dudou was stretched tight by her full, proud snow-white peaks, outlining a breathtaking arc.

Her skin was as white and radiant as snow, smooth and delicate, glowing with a warm, jade-like luster under the dim spiritual fire.

Her legs were straight and long, with no gap visible when pressed together, round and firm.

Below her slender waist, her jade buttocks were ample and perky, with an alluring curve.

Her body emitted a clean yet seductive fragrance.

Ye Xiaoyao's gaze landed on her, and he could not look away at all.

In his heart, he had to admit that his Senior Sister... was truly breathtakingly beautiful.

Senior Sister's big white rabbits were truly both big and white!

Facing his gaze, Fu Hongxue was not shy; instead, she slightly puffed out her full chest and reached out to untie the ribbon holding her high ponytail.

Her dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall, resting on her snow-white, smooth shoulders.

She leaned over and kissed Ye Xiaoyao's lips again.

This time, it was with unparalleled initiative and passion.

Inside the cave, the small cluster of spiritual fire swayed gently.

Outside the cave, the sky had turned completely dark.

A bright moon had just climbed to the top of the cliff, casting its clear radiance.

It happened to catch a glimpse of the swaying light and shadows vaguely leaking through the gaps in the cave's vines, as well as the irrepressible, intermittent, and graceful sounds.

The moon seemed to be shy, hurriedly pulling a thin cloud over itself, half-covering its face.

Leaving only a hazy light to shroud this quiet yet restless cliff.