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

Tan Suiting's eyelashes trembled suddenly, the tips of his ears turned even redder, and his lips were slightly pursed, showing the clean shyness of a young man.

After a moment of silence, he lowered his eyes slightly, his fingertips gently gripping Xie Weixing's sleeve, the force very light, like a silent compromise.

"I won't bully you," Tan Suiting said, resting her forehead on his shoulder, her tone calm and a little soft, "and I don't mean to stop you from bullying me, but you can't bite my face, okay?"

[What did you just say? I didn't hear you.]

[I thought we were finally going to be liberated and everyone could finally sing praises. I was even ready to shout "Down with the tyrannical rule of Xie Weixing!" But what am I supposed to say, Xiaolong?]

[Tan Suiting, I don't think I understand Chinese anymore. What does "I won't bully you" mean? I didn't mean I wouldn't let you bully me either.]

[They're practically begging to be married, desperate to get married, and spoiling their children rotten.]

[What do you know? My dad is going to spend a fortune on my dad...]

[Audience (indignant): Tan Suiting, Xie Weixing has been bullying you all along, he's a tyrant! We support you in fighting back!]

Tan Suiting (wiping away tears of anger): I think my relationship with my senior brother is not bad at all, but rather very happy.

Xie Weixing straddled him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, their lips touching, bringing a warm and moist sensation.

Tan Suiting wrapped his arms around the other's waist, gently tilted his chin up, and stretched out a beautiful line from his shoulders and neck. He skillfully stuck out his tongue, the soft tip of his tongue brushing against the gap between his lips, gently pushing open Xie's unawakened mouth, tightening his jaw, and invading little by little.

Xie Weixing's breathing became slightly rapid, and his hot breath sprayed onto Tan Suiting's face. The hand that was hooked around the back of his neck relaxed, and his fingertips dug into his hair, gently stroking it along the curve. Their lips and teeth were so lingering that it was almost impossible for him to breathe.

[666 You, Young Master Long, are the most cunning one. You have a mouth, you don't pretend to be pitiful, and you're not love-struck anymore. You just stick out your tongue.]

[Wait a minute, has your kissing skill level improved to this? Only you two know how much savory and spicy fun you had during the days you kept us out of the observation room.]

[Heh, I won't be filial anymore]

[The two were practically kissing their lips raw when they turned around and saw that Long wasn't even 25 yet. Xie Weixing and Tan Suiting, you two are really something...]

Xie Weixing felt a little dizzy from the kiss. Seeing the barrage of comments, he realized he hadn't blocked the observation room and immediately turned off his access.

System: ? Can you turn it off for me too?

Xie Weixing: You're giving me this spiel again. If you don't have a partner, go to sleep. Who told you to look at this? You talk like you're so diligent usually?

System: Oh, okay.

Xie Weixing untied Tan Suiting's belt, reached inside and touched his side waist, feeling the tight, lean waist muscles under the inner garment, and sighed softly with pleasure.

Tan Suiting grasped his hand, his fingers slipping in, forcefully interlocking with his.

The two became entangled, and Xie Weixing was kissed so hard that he had to back away, his breathing becoming erratic.

Tan Suiting narrowed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes casting shadows. He gently tightened his wrist, forcing the person in his arms to lean closer to him, and then tilted his head back to gently kiss the other's tender red lips, sucking on the beautifully shaped upper lip.

Xie Weixing was tightly held around the waist. Although he was in a superior position, he was completely pulled into the other man's arms, unable to get any closer or back away.

"Ha..." He groaned indistinctly from his nose, like an unfinished love confession.

Tan Suiting grasped his palm, parted her lips, and gently pecked the corner of his lips, chasing after him as if wanting to kiss him again. Her voice was cold, slightly hoarse with desire: "Sleepy..."

"…Sleepy my foot," Xie Weixing finally breathed in some fresh air, letting out a soft gasp. He raised his hand and pinched Xie Weixing's chin, his long fingers digging into the soft flesh of Xie Weixing's cheek. "You're out of breath and you're still kissing me? Do you think you're so great just because you can hold your breath, like some kind of sea creature?"

"No, the seabed," Tan Suiting said, his voice muffled as his face was pinched, his lips squeezed out of shape, yet he still diligently retorted, "Dragons have no water either."

"Dragons don't have water either," Xie Weixing chuckled, mimicking him softly, and added, "And Xiji can't hold his breath either."

Tan Suiting broke free from his hand, looked up and left a kiss on his neck, whispering, "One more kiss, senior brother, you didn't give me a goodnight kiss last night."

"You're faking amnesia again. We slept separately last night. Junior Uncle said we weren't allowed to visit each other's rooms," Xie Weixing couldn't help but laugh. "How am I supposed to give you a goodnight kiss?"

"I don't care," Tan Suiting bit his neck, "then promise me you'll take me with you to the competition tomorrow."

"Hmm?" Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow. "Little Snake was the main force in the previous matches, why are you getting involved?"

"Why can't I join in the fun?" Tan Suiting pressed. "I'm pretty good too."

"It's precisely because you're so powerful that we need to hide," Xie Weixing stepped back and explained earnestly, "Didn't you see how many people are in the stands? There might be people from the Demon Realm and the Cloud Realm who came to gather information. Little Snake has the lowest cultivation level among us, and he's a medicine cultivator, so it doesn't matter if his moves are figured out. But you're different; you're the trump card of the Feng Hua Sect."

Tan Suiting was somewhat unconvinced and frowned slightly: "Senior brother is also a trump card."

"I have many trump cards," Xie Weixing waved his hand casually, "and I know what I'm doing. Every time you go into a fight, you just beat people to a pulp. That's too violent and not good."

Tan Suiting closed his eyes and immediately began to pretend to be deaf and dumb, acting like a scoundrel.

"Using this trick again?" Xie Weixing chuckled, slipping his fingers inside the edge of his undershirt.

Tan Suiting let out a muffled groan, his brows furrowing slightly. He opened his eyes, looking both embarrassed and annoyed, and said, "Xie Weixing!"

"Hey," the latter replied shamelessly, after only a few honest words, he started acting like a scoundrel again, "I only bit you twice, you've kissed me enough, what more do you want? Don't be unreasonable here."

Tan Suiting chuckled in anger, got up and pushed the man onto the bed, his fingers encircling his slender waist.

Xie Weixing's belt was loose, and after all this commotion, his outer garment came undone, and his inner garment was also turned inside out, revealing his fair and smooth chest.

"Kunkun, I'm the one who's angry. Whether it's enough or not is up to me, right?" Tan Suiting said calmly, her fingertips brushing against his clothes. "Sleep with me tonight, okay?"

Xie Weixing felt a ticklish sensation on her waist, her heart pounding. She looked into Tan Suiting's eyes and at her slightly reddened lips—

He softened again.

The little dragon cub had long been spoiled by him. Back in the sect, he slept in the same bed with him almost every night. Even though Nie Zhao forbade them to sleep together, Tan Suiting would risk being scolded, reprimanded, and forced to kneel as punishment to sneak over to him. He couldn't fall asleep without being held in his arms.

The young man admired the young woman, and the two of them did everything they could and couldn't do together. Except for Xie Weixing, who still retained a shred of conscience and never went all the way.