These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Although it was still well concealed, its scale was already somewhat apparent.

The fragrance wafted towards her, and her long hair fell down like willow branches in spring.

Ye Bingluan cupped Wei Tu's face in her hands.

Wei Tu continued to smile, a hateful smile that, in Ye Bingluan's eyes, was nothing short of blatant mockery.

She felt an urge to swallow the boy whole.

"You laugh again?"

"Laugh again and you'll bite me?"

"I have never heard of such a request before."

So Ye Bingluan lowered her head and actually bit Wei Tu's lips.

Wei Tu felt the pain; this girl was really using force.

It took a long time before he released his lips.

Wei Tu sighed helplessly.

"Are you a dog? You bite me without warning?"

Ye Bingluan looked at the boy with a smug expression.

"I know that every woman's first time is painful. If I'm in pain, how can you not be? You have to be in pain too."

"Is this considered being vengeful?"

The girl's hand left Wei Tu's cheek, and then her fingers, with a firm attitude, parted the boy's clothes, revealing his collarbone and chest.

Her hands roamed over the other person's body.

Wei Tu continued to look at her with a smile.

That's it?

Her palms did feel very comfortable to the touch; the sensation of them against his skin was more than just better than nothing. However, he could still restrain himself; it was by no means an irresistible temptation.

Ye Bingluan also laughed.

"Do you really think I'm completely incompetent?"

So she lowered her head, her long hair cascading down to her chest, which itched.

She kissed her own neck, leaving a long, wet trail, making the sensation quite noticeable.

It even caused Wei Tu's skin to react slightly. Was he sensitive? Not really. How skilled was the other person?

Nor is it.

However, she still couldn't forget to use the title "朕" (zhen, meaning "I" or "the emperor"), which always reminded Wei Tu of her status as the emperor.

In this way, she took on a sense of identity-driven excitement from everything she did.

Under the influence of the mind, physical sensations become even more uncontrollable.

She bit her own ear from her neck, and her breath seemed to speak volumes.

A magnetic and melodious voice lingered in my ear.

"Immortal Master, you seem to be getting a little impatient."

Her triumphant laughter made Wei Tu involuntarily reach out and, through the dragon robe, grasp the center of gravity.

Just like a mountain climber always needs to grab onto protruding rocks to stabilize themselves.

Wei Tu did the same.

He could clearly feel Ye Bingluan's body tremble slightly.

His technique was so skillful that he got Ye Bingluan to put her hands on Wei Tu's shoulders and rest her head on them.

Her body involuntarily began to wriggle in the boy's arms.

"Who, who told you to lay a hand on me... Put it down...!"

Ye Bingluan seemed to care a lot about who took the initiative and who was passive.

Wei Tu not only didn't put it down, but also used his other hand to pull open the collar of the dragon robe, revealing a lining and a bodice underneath.

He laughed, feeling the woman's burning heat.

"Your Majesty, you're already done for? I thought... you were really strong."

Ye Bingluan was indignant at this and abandoned even her last shred of composure.

She stood up and immediately loosened the belt of her dragon robe.

The clothes were draped loosely, the lining underneath seemingly nonexistent.

Then, under Wei Tu's unavoidable gaze, she removed the inner bra piece by piece.

Yet she stubbornly wore the dragon robe, as if only in this way could she always demonstrate her status and her sacred inviolability.

Two snow-white mountain peaks were partially hidden within the dragon robe, their young bodies standing tall and straight.

Indeed, it is quite large in scale.

She looked defiantly at the boy in front of her, whose gaze seemed fixed on her.

"I am very powerful in this mortal realm."

43. Waiting patiently for her to bloom.

The long night and the hanging starry sky were both scorching hot.

Everyone is stubborn, always has a bottom line that they would rather die than submit to, and a belief that they will do whatever it takes.

Is this young man in front of me worth pursuing?

Ye Bingluan didn't want to give any answer to this question. She only knew that if she let him leave like this, he might not remember her for long, and then the story would have no sequel. This story would be like a grain of sand that no one knows about.

It drifts with the wind, then falls to the ends of the earth.

As if it had never happened before, people would pick up beautiful gems and shells, but never pay attention to a single grain of sand.

Ye Bingluan felt it was necessary for this boy to remember her.

Remember everything about yourself.

Remember that you are an emperor who is absolutely different from everyone else.

Her beauty and her uniqueness seem so important.

That's why he stubbornly refused to take off the dragon robe and firmly wore it on.

Her figure swayed slightly as she slowly parted the boy's clothes.

Wei Tu's hands were in the right places, causing the woman to repeatedly bite her lips and exhale hot breath.

Wei Tu would smile as he looked at her stubborn yet somewhat charming expression.

"Your Majesty, you seem to be really not up to par. I haven't even exerted my full strength yet."

Ye Bingluan also adapted to this kind of contact. Although it was her first time experiencing it, this woman was so tenacious and indomitable that she quickly adapted and learned how to fight back.

Her knees bent forward, pressing against the boy's chest and pushing Wei Tu's body backward, outlining his youthful and immature figure.

Wei Tu frowned slightly.

Oh no, are all women so naturally gifted?

He could see the other person's slender and delicate legs by turning his head slightly, and the socks covered what appeared to be plump toes.

Ye Bingluan laughed triumphantly, her face flushed red. She was no longer aware of the heat in her body, but instead looked at Wei Tu and smiled.

"How is it... Am I really that bad? Immortal Master~ You're a cultivator, after all. If you can't handle this much, how are you going to teach me cultivation?"

Wei Tu took a deep breath.

"You want me to teach you cultivation?"

Ye Bingluan smiled and nodded, her fingers gently circling the boy's ear, almost imperceptibly close yet distant.

It was as if, once they got into the zone, all their actions seemed to come naturally without any instruction.

"Immortal Master, please teach me cultivation! I'm already this powerful...wouldn't I become even more powerful after you teach me?"

Wei Tu gently regulated his breathing to steady himself before speaking.

"Take off your socks."

Ye Bingluan simply used both feet to take off her socks, which then fell to the floor.

"Take it off, and then what, Immortal Master~"

Wei Tu gasped. This woman...

He grabbed Ye Bingluan's hands, flipped her over, and pinned her to the bed.

He looked down at Ye Bingluan, and the scene seemed to have completely changed in an instant.

Ye Bingluan glared angrily at Wei Tu.

"What are you doing! I want to be on top!"

Wei Tu looked at Ye Bingluan with a cold smile.

"Trying to suppress me? I'm afraid you're not skilled enough."

"Hehe, you'll soon find out if it's enough."

The girl lifted her foot and accurately touched Wei Tu's vital spot from below.

Her bare feet, without socks, appeared round, smooth, and delicate.

Wei Tu took a deep breath and then lowered his head.

"Ugh... Damn it... What kind of lousy immortal master is this... I, I won't fall for this!"

The writhing body mingled with the soft, ambiguous sounds.