Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Xie Weixing felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Unexpectedly, it was Tan Suiting who said this first.

Okay...okay.

That works too.

Although this answer was within his expectations.

The chat was in an uproar, with everyone spamming "Good luck!" Xie Weixing, now with the increased access, clicked the privacy protection button and temporarily shut down the observation room.

Before he could turn around, Tan Suiting wrapped his arms around his waist, his white robes hanging down, completely covering that corner of his dark blue robe.

It was all too sudden. Xie Weixing hadn't even reacted yet. Now, looking at the eyelashes and skin so close to him, a sudden surge of heat exploded through his body.

A flush rose from the tips of his ears, spreading down to the base of his ears, staining his neck, and causing a slight indentation in his collarbone. His skin, tempered in the Spring of Spiritual Essence, was so clean that even the slightest hint of color was startling.

Tan Suiting's breath was slightly hot, spraying all over his reddened lips.

The soft, fragmented sounds fell into the silent night, their ambiguity burning hot.

His back tensed instinctively, his shoulder line taut and beautifully curved, as he tried to struggle but was held down.

The cold fragrance emanating from the other person carried a coercive connotation.

Xie Weixing was already suffocating. He suspected that what Shen Chunri had given him was not the Spirit Inquiry Pill, but an aphrodisiac.

...quack doctors harm people.

His life was ruined by medicine.

Xie Weixing was pressed down on the soft grass, her clothes twitching slightly.

"Dragon Palace..." He gasped for breath, his brows furrowed slightly, and he groaned.

Brother, kissing is one thing, but shouldn't we at least get some fresh air?

But putting everything else aside...

It felt great. It was so tender. I really liked it.

Fortunately, the Dragon Clan doesn't have a civil code.

After a long while, Tan Suiting pulled away slightly, but his nose was still pressed against his, their breaths mingling.

Xie Weixing finally caught his breath, gasping for air as he tilted his head to inhale fresh air: "Big brother, do you know I'm going to die? Do you want a kiss or do you want to kill me?"

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Okay, Hanxin Lake survived the reshaping of its spiritual veins, Wanjian Mountain survived being pierced through the heart by a sword, and today, on such a fine day, I almost got assassinated for a kiss.

Tan Suiting's eyes were dark as he stared at the other person's flushed and dazed face. His voice was even hoarser than before: "Kunkun, I didn't mean to."

"What are you pretending for?" Xie Weixing lowered his gaze, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think I wouldn't know whether you're doing it on purpose or not?"

Unexpectedly, the senior brother in the dream was so fierce this time. Tan Suiting was unhappy and looked at him resentfully.

The next moment, Xie Weixing wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed him down, their breaths mingling, eager to fool around with him again.

Part of sexual desire is actually oral desire. Xie Weixing's first love and first kiss were completely haphazard, and he only knew how to treat her roughly.

This surprised Tan Suiting, who frowned in surprise.

Xie Weixing grew impatient, slightly loosening his grip and kissing her bright red lips: "Open your mouth?"

Having been single for so many years, I spend all my time training with greasy-haired old men. When I go online to surf the internet and look at handsome guys, the first thing I see is that I'm being criticized and trending on social media again. Even the coaching statistics and team operations are all done by middle-aged men.

If you finally get to have a puppy love, shouldn't you kiss it enough?

Xie Weixing thought with relief, "Sure enough, he's been playing games for too long and is suffering from sexual repression."

But who can resist kissing someone they like when they also like them?

No, more than two bites.

Three bites, four bites, five bites.

Before he could even think of six people, Tan Suiting's third person had already come down.

The familiar, cool fragrance drew near, and Tan Suiting's long eyelashes almost brushed against his face.

The two were very aggressive, their movements filled with intense pain. The boy's originally pale and cool lips turned slightly red from the kiss.

"Ha—" Xie Weixing took a breath and quickly pressed against her again, his voice filled with urgency and emotions that had been suppressed for too long.

He was held tightly in Tan Suiting's arms, their body temperatures rising to feverish, yet still not enough. Their slender fingers rummaged around, finally finding each other's belts.

Tan Suiting grunted and grabbed his mischievous wrist, wondering why this senior brother in her dream was so mean and fierce today.

Xie Weixing ignored him, slapped him away, and continued to grope his waist.

Tan Suiting's brows furrowed.

The senior brother touched him.

My senior brother is a bad guy.

He held his breath and pulled his disheveled clothes over his shoulder.

Xie Weixing subconsciously straightened his back, but instead hid in Tan Suiting's arms.

Their reason gradually faded away, and in the quiet cave, the faint sound of their clothes rubbing against each other could even be heard.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Weixing felt his mind was in a daze, so he stopped and rested on Tan Suiting's shoulder.

The latter was dizzy, her hand still resting on her soft, delicate waist, and shamelessly tried to move closer to continue.

"Are you a dog?" Xie Weixing lightly slapped him across the face. "You bite and won't let go. Can't you rest for a bit?"

Tan Suiting was stunned by the beating. After a moment of confusion, he grabbed the person and kissed him hard.

She was still muttering, "My senior brother is bad; he even bullies me in my dreams."

Xie Weixing was so startled by the kiss that he almost thought he had fired a shot. He cursed the unlucky kid and the scoundrel in his mind before he realized what had happened.

"A dream?" He frowned.

The Spirit-Inquiring Pill only makes people tell the truth, causing them to become mentally confused and prompting them to express their true inner thoughts. It won't make them dream, will it?

Moreover, Tan Suiting just asked if they could continue kissing.

continue?

His sixth sense detected something unusual, and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Dragon Palace, is this a dream?"

Tan Suiting nestled affectionately into the crook of his neck: "Mmm."

"I promise," a slightly husky voice, warm and gentle, whispered in Xie Weixing's ear, sending a ticklish sensation through him, mixed with a hint of grievance, "I won't dream about it again next time..."

His words were extremely vague, and his credibility was as low as that of an illegal loan shark you might encounter on the street offering to lend you money without interest.

Xie Weixing was utterly shocked: "This isn't the first time you've dreamt of me?"

He's so lewd, he's been sexually repressed for over twenty years and hasn't even had a wet dream, yet this Xiaolong seems so well-behaved? He usually calls me "senior brother" and is so meek and aloof, but he's actually so lewd in private?

The other two chapters didn't pass review... Read them during the day.