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

"You old geezer, you've really offended me, you know that?" Xie Weixing said seriously.

Feng Jilan looked at him, and after a long while, he sneered: "Fine, then I didn't say it for nothing."

Xie Weixing: ?

*

"What did Master say?" Tan Suiting grasped Xie Weixing's hand.

"I told you there's no rush to find you a Daoist partner," Xie Weixing said. "At least wait until you're a hundred years old. By then, I'll be the Crown Princess, and who will bother with his nonsense?"

"Okay," Tan Suiting nodded, "Kunkun, let's go back to the disciples' quarters."

"You go back first, I'll go to the back mountain to take a look at the little gray lion," Xie Weixing said.

Tan Suiting refused and gripped his hand tightly: "Then how about you come and sleep with me tonight?"

Xie Weixing turned his head: "What, are you afraid I won't get beaten by Master?"

"Then I'll come find you," Tan Suiting said unreasonably, clinging to his shoulder. "I want to be with you. I can't sleep without you."

"Hey, hey, be mindful of your behavior," Xie Weixing dodged him and patted his face. "I'll come over later, you can go back now."

"Then you have to come." Tan Suiting looked down at him, pursing her lips gently, like a timid wife.

"Mm," Xie Weixing replied.

The lion grew up quickly. The little lion was already a cute little thing that could run and jump. Xie Weixing teased it a couple of times, pinching its ears, tail, and little mouth, before going to Cold Heart Lake to cultivate.

Once he started cultivating, his mind would go blank and he would lose track of time until late at night before returning to the disciples' quarters.

After Xie Weixing finished showering, he pushed open the door to his room and was greeted by an enormous luminous pearl.

He paused for a moment, looked back, and confirmed that this was his room.

Further inside, on the bed were Tan Suiting's pillows and blankets, and on the bedside table was Abeibei.

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow and looked at Tan Suiting, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a book on sword techniques in his hand.

"What?" he raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, moving?"

Tan Suiting closed the book, looked up, and asked, "Senior brother, where did you go?"

Xie Weixing approached: "I'm going to the back mountain."

Tan Suiting grasped his hand, her fingertips gently tracing his wrist: "Why are you back so late?"

He twitched his nose slightly and lowered his gaze.

The taste of Cold Heart Lake.

"I cultivated for a while after watching the little lion," Xie Weixing said smoothly as she sat on his lap, leaning her head against him. "Have you been waiting long? Why did you bring the blankets and pillows over?"

Tan Suiting hugged his slender waist, rested her chin on his shoulder, and said in a pitiful tone, "I was afraid you wouldn't come back."

"How could that be?" Xie Weixing kissed his earlobe, the cool touch like white jade. "There's a little dragon waiting for me, isn't there?"

"Senior brother," Tan Suiting said, his nose touching his shoulder, catching a whiff of the fresh scent of soapberry. "Senior brother..."

Xie Weixing was captivated by those two calls. He deactivated the observation room access, turned his head and kissed his lips, his voice indistinct as he said, "My good baby..."

Their lips met, rubbing and caressing each other, their smooth tongues exploring and entwining tenderly.

"Hmm..." Xie Weixing made a soft nasal sound, sitting on Tan Suiting's lap, his waist tightly wrapped around her. The two were so close that it felt like they were trying to melt into each other's bones and blood.

"Kunkun," Tan Suiting kissed the corner of his lips, his fingers wrapping around the belt, gently untying it, and said in a hoarse voice, "I like you."

Xie Weixing gently pressed on Tan Suiting's wrist and mumbled, "It itches."

He had just finished showering and was wearing only a moon-white robe. His hair was down, draped over his shoulders, with a few strands of silver-white hair mixed in. His peach blossom eyes had naturally upturned corners, making him look unreal.

Tan Suiting kissed his chin and then the tip of his nose, so fond of him that she didn't know how to get closer to him.

The two kissed passionately, their intimate sounds filling the room.

The room was quiet when a soft knock came from outside the door, the muffled sound coming through the thick wooden planks.

"Xie Xiaoshui," Yu Xintang's voice rang out, "Is Xiaolong in your room? Senior Sister is checking the headcount, and I didn't see anyone in his room."

Tan Suiting's eyelids twitched, and he was about to speak when Xie Weixing covered his mouth with his.

The mischievous person raised an eyebrow slightly, gently biting his lip with their teeth, their eyes full of provocation.

Tan Suiting's ears turned red, and her heart pounded.

"That'll teach you to behave badly," Xie Weixing said in a low voice. "At such a young age, you dare to casually offer yourself to your brother's bed."

Tan Suiting blushed, tilted her chin slightly, and kissed him back, muttering in defense of herself, "I'm not a bad student."

"Xie Xiaoshui?" Yu Xintang knocked on the door again, muttering to herself, "Strange, did she go to Cold Heart Lake to cultivate?"

Just as Xie Weixing was about to answer, Tan Suiting lifted his chin with his fingers and gently kissed him. The movement was gentle, but he held Xie Weixing tightly in his arms, biting his lips and tongue, leaving Xie Weixing speechless.

Anyway, my senior brother has already said that he likes her and has promised to be his crown princess.

He wanted everyone to know that they had secretly pledged their lives to each other, so he wasn't afraid at all.

Tan Suiting wasn't afraid, but Xie Weixing was.

He opened his eyes wide, struggled slightly, and found that Tan Suiting's hand holding his waist was like reinforced concrete, and he couldn't break free at all. His lips and tongue were repeatedly pressed against his, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

The little dragon cub in front of me has deep, dark eyes; it's clearly up to no good.

"Don't bother me..." Xie Weixing struggled in his arms, her moon-white inner garment was smooth, her shoulder bones protruded slightly, and her buttocks gently rubbed against his legs.

"What's going on?" Nie Zhao's voice rang out.

"I didn't see Xiaolong in his room," Yu Xintang replied. "Did they go to Hanxin Lake?"

"Smack."

Xie Weixing raised his hand and gently tapped Tan Suiting's cheek.

"Senior sister," he cleared his throat, "Dragon Palace is in my room, we're reading together."

"Hmm?" Yu Xintang raised an eyebrow. "You were ignoring me just now."

"I didn't hear it," Xie Weixing said.

"What are your ears made of? They're even harder to hear than an old man's. You two should go to bed early," Nie Zhao reminded them. "Tomorrow you have Master Yu's pill-making class. If you dare to doze off, I'll settle the score with you."

Tan Suiting was unhappy about being hit. He hugged Xie Weixing's waist, gently bit his shoulder, revealing a bit of his white teeth, and slowly rubbed the fragrant soft flesh between his lips and teeth, using some force.

"I know, Senior Sister," Xie Weixing said, her breathing slightly rapid, pinching his cheek. "You should all get some rest too. Dragon Prince is sleeping here tonight."

"Okay," Nie Zhao replied.

"Did you take Xiaolong's doll over?" Yu Xintang suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "Do you want me to bring it over for you?"

"He brought it over," Xie Weixing said, giving the dragon cub whose cheek he was pinching a warning look. "Don't worry about it, I'm watching him."

"it is good."

The footsteps faded into the distance as the two left.

"Are you trying to cause trouble?" Xie Weixing pinched Tan Suiting's cheek one last time, then stared at him after letting go. "We agreed not to tell anyone before you turn twenty-five. Do you want me to get scolded?"

"Sleepy," Tan Suiting rubbed her reddened face, a little unhappy and a little aggrieved, "It hurts."

Xie Weixing felt sorry for him in less than a second, raised her hand to touch his cheek, and after a long while said helplessly, "Can you be a good boy?"

Tan Suiting buried her face in his neck: "I just want you to like me a little more. Everyone knows you like me the most. Kunkun, I didn't do anything wrong, but you pinched me and scolded me."

Xie Weixing leaned lazily against him: "It's a promise, no cheating, not even pretending to be pitiful."

"I wasn't pretending..." Tan Suiting kissed his eyelashes, starting to playfully tease him, "When did we agree on this? I don't remember."

Xie Weixing glanced at him and chuckled softly, "Alright, then I'll make you my Crown Princess at twenty-five. You have to love me the most, you can't love anyone else, I forgot."