When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Outside, the snow fell silently, and inside, only a dim lamp was lit. The flickering firelight in the corner was like a spark that could start a wildfire, crackling from time to time.

The sound of kissing was too obvious; the slight popping of the candlelight was not enough to mask it.

"Well……"

Chu Xianlan had never been kissed like this by Yi Chen before. This time it seemed more intense than ever before. He was being lifted up and held, his back against the door, his toes not touching the ground. All his weight was on Yi Chen's arms that were wrapped around his waist, back and knees, so he could only press tightly against the other.

Helpless and at a loss, yet given whatever they want.

Footsteps echoed on the floor, and the view followed their movement into the inner room.

Although this is Yi Chen's bedroom, it is rarely visited by the master. Instead, Chu Xianlan, as his disciple, comes to tidy it up from time to time, changing the decorations today and adjusting the furniture tomorrow. In order to prevent the room from getting dusty, she has also set up an array to keep it clean all year round.

At that time, Chu Xianlan never thought of it.

One day, I will be in this familiar house, with my master...

The crown on her head was gently removed, and her jet-black hair, like seaweed, was scattered on the plain brocade rug, blending with the strands of white hair that were as white as frost and snow.

We don't need to get soaked in the snow together to grow old together.

A soft, gentle voice echoed in my ears.

"Are you really willing?"

While verbally seeking his disciple's opinion, Yi Chen's actions contradicted his words. He grabbed Chu Xianlan's wrist, his larger hand completely enveloping the back of Chu Xianlan's hand. His usually calm and deep eyes were filled with a surging tide of love and desire, as if he wanted to suck the soul into Chu Xianlan's body.

Eyes facing each other.

Chu Xianlan saw her own reflection in those eyes.

My heart skipped a beat.

His master's seven emotions and six desires all came from him, and all the emotions and stirrings in his heart... also originated entirely from the person in front of him.

"Chu Li," Yi Chen seemed to be giving him one last chance to escape, yet also seemed to be obsessively seeking a heartfelt answer, "Tell your master, are you willing?"

At such a time, deliberately addressing each other as master and disciple would be enough to expose the wicked nature of a half-demon.

Unfortunately, the person never realized this.

The boy's eyelids were lowered, and his eyelashes trembled. He nodded shakily, and his trembling fingertips touched Yi Chen's slightly cool cheek, then fell on his high nose, his lips, down to his shoulder and collarbone, and down—finally stopping at his heart.

Chu Xianlan stopped breathing.

A warm, golden aura flowed from his palm, and another stream of spiritual energy quickly coiled around it. They wove together into a seal, merging into their forms, an invisible yet inseparable bond connecting them deep within their consciousness.

Contract completed.

From this day forward, we will be bound by earthly ties, our hearts will be connected, we will share both fortune and misfortune, and we will never be separated again in this life.

Chu Xianlan's face flushed slightly. He suppressed his shyness and firmly placed Yi Chen's hand on his heart.

The skin there was thin and white, and a heartbeat like a drumbeat pierced through the flesh, striking the burning fingertips.

Chu Xianlan has always been shy, and this action was already a challenge to himself. At this moment, he felt as if a hundred furry puppies were jumping around in his heart, and his face turned extremely red.

This person is his master, someone he has looked up to countless times since childhood, the person who cares about him the most, worries about him the most, and loves him the most.

The person being loved is often aware of it.

Even if love is not deliberately expressed, it will overflow from the little things and permeate every day.

"Master, I'm willing."

Yi Chen blinked slowly.

Looking into the boy's beautiful and sincere blue eyes, and seeing his youthful appearance as if he were offering his heart for him to examine, Yi Chen clearly heard the sound of a string that had been taut for a long time snapping in his mind.

Her already limited composure crumbled completely.

The snow falling outside suddenly became rapid, with swirling snowflakes pounding against the windowpane.

The swordsman's hands were weathered and covered with rough scars. The veins undulated and rippled, making their presence all the more real and impossible to ignore.

Time seemed to be deliberately stretched out, each passing moment tormenting the mind. Chu Xianlan covered her eyes with one hand, and traces of sweat or tears trembled and slid down her temples.

"Don't... just go straight to the point, Master."

There seemed to be a soft sigh behind him.

"Not yet."

Chu Xianlan bit her lip, she was really about to be driven crazy by her master's slow and methodical movements and orderly voice.

Even when I faced a half-demon last time, it wasn't this torturous...

But he didn't know that at this moment, Yi Chen was like a beast that had been starving for a long time. He had finally waited for the delicacies to be served to his lips, so he naturally had to eat them one bite at a time, not wanting to be in any hurry, and not wanting to miss the slightest reaction from the other party.

Yi Chen sighed softly, his heart softening and warming. He really didn't understand why she was crying like this... His Xianlan was still so beautiful.

Not everyone can appreciate the outward appearance.

Rather, it is a beauty that is only revealed to him, a beauty that no one else has the chance to see, a beauty that belongs only to him.

When he looked at Chu Xianlan, it was like falling into a bottomless pit of greed. No matter how much he pity, love, cherished, or doted on her, his heart was never full and he always felt it was far from enough.

Yi Chen brushed a stray hair behind his ear and leaned down.

A few strands of her cool, drooping hair brushed against her knees. Suddenly, Chu Xianlan gasped, her eyes instantly becoming misty with tears.

"No! No, no, no... Master, you can't do that..."

Chu Xianlan was somewhat frightened, her mind filled with thoughts of escaping, but her ankles were forcibly restrained by an irresistible force, rendering her unable to move.

Even though they were doing something indescribable, they coaxed her in the gentlest and calmest tone:

"Be good," came the voice, its weight sending shivers down your spine, "Don't move, don't be afraid."

In the midst of the chaos, Chu Xianlan's hands groped haphazardly. She grabbed something cold and held it in her palm. Through her hazy eyes, she saw that it was a lotus snake jade pendant.

...jade pendant...?

That was a magical artifact he had personally crafted for his master, given as a congratulatory gift upon his completion of seclusion. For a long time, Chu Xianlan was quite pleased with himself for having his creation worn by his master. Now, seeing it suddenly at this moment, he could only feel… he dared not think too deeply about it…

Suddenly, Yi Chen took the jade pendant from Chu Xianlan's hand. A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He bent down and kissed his disciple's damp eyelashes, then whispered in her ear, "Baby."

"W-what's wrong?"

The boy, his eyes half-closed and breathing heavily, accepted the title that had been forcibly imposed on him amidst his chaotic thoughts.

Yi Chen smiled slightly.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction surged through my heart.

His baby is his baby.

Then, a vast expanse of snow, thick enough to pierce through window paper, blanketed the sky and the sun, enveloping the entire Jade Capital Pavilion in a pure white.