315: Chapter 315 Forged in Fire, Intense and Deeply Entwined!

The lights in the third-floor bedroom were still on.

As Lin Xiao walked down the stairs, Jiang Wanwan had just emerged from the bathroom, her long hair draped wetly behind her shoulders, her cheeks flushed slightly from the steam, glowing with a soft luster under the warm yellow light.

The moment she looked up and saw Lin Xiao, her action of drying her hair stopped.

Her gaze moved down from his face, passed his neck, paused at his exposed collarbone, and then shifted down a little further.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Xiao Lin, you look like you've..."

The change in Lin Xiao's shoulder width wasn't obvious, but the muscle lines of his waist and abdomen were clearer than before, and the thickness of his pectoral muscles had also increased slightly.

His whole person looked like a knife that had been re-tempered in fire, stripped of excess impurities, leaving only a more deadly edge.

Jiang Wanwan's gaze lingered on that curve for a moment.

She reached out, her fingertips landing cautiously on his firm chest first.

What her palm touched was warm, accompanied by a steady and powerful pulsation.

One beat after another, like some ancient drumbeat, thumping against her palm from beneath his skin.

She didn't pull her hand back; instead, she pressed her whole palm against it, feeling what kind of invisible power was hidden beneath that scorching texture.

After a good while, Jiang Wanwan raised her face, ripples of emotion in her eyes, carrying an undisguised appreciation.

"...it seems you've become even more robust!"

Lin Xiao grasped Jiang Wanwan's wrist, his grip not forceful but very steady.

At the same time, he lowered his head and leaned close to her ear.

"What's the use of just looking."

His voice was very low, carrying a laugh, "Tonight, I'll let you properly experience the pleasure of being thrilled to the point of passing out."

Jiang Wanwan's ears turned red almost instantly.

She wanted to break free from his wrist, but Lin Xiao wouldn't allow it.

He lifted his head, his gaze crossing over Jiang Wanwan's shoulder, scanning the entire room.

Wen Yiran was lying on the sofa, her two chestnut-colored ponytails hanging down from her shoulders, kicking her legs back and forth.

Tian Xiwei was sitting on the other side of the sofa, making notes about rune power, but her attention was clearly no longer on the notes.

Jing Hua was standing by the balcony door, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, her pale purple pupils glowing slightly in the night.

"Don't worry." A curve appeared on the corner of Lin Xiao's mouth, "None of you can escape!"

He was terrifyingly strong now!

Before the end of his sentence had even faded, Wen Yiran had already jumped up from the sofa.

"This is what you said."

Jiang Wanwan threw her towel onto the sofa aside.

Then she untied her bath towel, stepped forward, and backhanded Lin Xiao's fingers.

"Hurry up, it's getting late!"

This sentence wasn't just directed at Lin Xiao.

Tonight, would be very long.

The steam in the bathroom hadn't fully dissipated yet.

The glass door was covered in a thin layer of mist, softening the warm yellow light into a hazy halo.

Lin Xiao took Jiang Wanwan's hand and stepped into the curtains.

Amidst the flickering lights, several slender silhouettes behind them followed quietly, stepping with soft, light footsteps.

The sheer curtains slowly closed.

The feature of that Di Peoples Kingdom royal bed, [Tidal Rhythm], was utilized to the extreme in the time that followed.

The ripples of the mattress were like Luna's tide.

Carrying him and her to naturally meet it, and then naturally retreat.

The ebb and flow of the tide never needed an agreement; the crests and troughs of the waves had their own gentle rhythm.

The vibrations escaping from the gaps in the curtains affected the crystal pendants of the chandelier on the ceiling, emitting a series of faint, crisp sounds like wind chimes.

The desert night sky outside the window was cloudless.

The entire train moved slowly forward in the quiet night.

The surface of the swimming pool rippled with fine circles in the night breeze.

The feathery leaves of the coconut trees swayed gently, cutting the moonlight into countless tiny silver fragments, scattering them onto the empty beach chairs.

The light of the blue moon passed through the Coating and fell onto the floor tiles of the third-floor balcony, casting a patch of cold gray light.

And in the third-floor bedroom.

After several hours of upheaval, when everything quieted down, Lin Xiao lay in the middle of the bed, listening to the gentle, rising and falling breathing sounds around him, and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

The next morning.

When Lin Xiao climbed out of bed, the sky outside was already bright.

The charming figures were nowhere to be seen on the bed, leaving only distinct lingering scents.

He rubbed his eyes and looked toward the balcony.

The distant sand dunes glowed with a pale golden luster in the morning light.

There was no sandstorm last night; the desert had rarely shown its gentle side.

At this moment, a thick aroma of caramel mixed with the fresh sweetness of coconut milk drifted up from the second-floor kitchen.

Lin Xiao regained his focus and first glanced at the system prompts in his field of vision.

[Physique +4 ↑]

[Current Base Physique Attribute Total: 48]

The second prompt popped up immediately after:

[Base Desire Value 552, Atmosphere Bonus 227%]

[Total pleasure tokens obtained +1806]

[pleasure tokens: 3918] ↑ [5724]

The reserve of pleasure tokens was already approaching six thousand.

If it weren't for the wind-whirl crystals used to repair the flying shuttle and the consumption for repairing weapons and equipment earlier, it would have already exceeded eight thousand.

These tokens could be used to offset rare materials at critical moments, or to browse for high-end goods in the Mysterious Shop.

Of course, it couldn't be wasted now; after the shop's level increased, he would make large-scale purchases.

Lin Xiao got up, washed, changed into casual clothes, and headed for the stairs.

In the second-floor kitchen, Jiang Wanwan was busy in front of the stove.

Breakfast was simple: cornmeal pancakes, roasted coconut slices, goji berry jam, and a few pieces of smoked dried fish brought back from Dining Car 09.

The pancakes were fried golden brown on both sides, the coconut slices were cut to almost the same thickness, and the spice powder on the dried fish was sprinkled evenly and not carelessly.

Jiang Wanwan was only wearing a cool, home-style camisole, hanging loosely on her body.

A pair of fair and delicate long legs were exposed to the air without any concealment.

As she stood on tiptoe to reach for the salt jar in the cabinet above, the short camisole shifted upward, revealing a glimpse of a perky hip curve that made one's lower body burn with heat.

Tian Xiwei was helping to plate the food nearby, carefully arranging the caramel-colored roasted corn kernels into a white porcelain plate, and then evenly drizzling a thin layer of coconut milk over them.

She was humming an unknown tune, one hand lazily resting on the edge of the table, her upper body leaning slightly forward. The neckline of her dress swayed gently with her movements, revealing a slender collarbone; following the line of sight deeper, one could also see a softer and fuller landscape.

She was standing on one foot, the other leg raised behind her, her foot swinging gently, her toes hooking into the air vaguely.

That section of her thigh under her hot pants glowed with a soft, smooth luster in the warm yellow light of the kitchen.

On the other side, Wen Yiran, sitting by the dining table, hadn't fully woken up, lying limp on the table.

Her cheek was pressed against the cool tabletop, her hand loosely gripping chopsticks, her eyes half-open and half-closed.

Her oversized T-shirt had slipped off her shoulder at some point, revealing a stretch of bare shoulder and neck and the thin strap of her undergarment; she was completely unaware, only letting that hint of exposed, call-to-be-seen whiteness gently rub against the edge of the table with the rise and fall of her breathing.

Jing Hua was sitting at the other end of the dining table, focused on paring dried fruit with a small silver knife.

Her legs were casually crossed under the table, those delicate and fair long legs swaying gently.

Seeing Lin Xiao walk over.

The four women all stood up to greet him.

Lin Xiao's throat rolled, and he walked straight toward Jiang Wanwan, who was busy, and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Oh, Xiao Lin, I'm still busy, wait a moment..."

Lin Xiao didn't pay attention to her struggle, but instead used one finger to hook the thin fabric covering her hip curve, impatiently pulling it down...