These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Mu Xitong seems to have the ability to fall asleep peacefully no matter where she is; for her, there is no such thing as being particular about which bed she sleeps in.

The sight of her hair falling down and the hem of her dress spreading out on the floor like lotus leaves was breathtaking.

It's like a flower fairy in a light slumber.

Wei Tu thought for a moment and decided to close the doors and windows first to ward off the still cool night breeze.

Then he sat down by the window, next to the woman.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, it's as if all the unpleasantness in one's heart can be healed.

The boy couldn't help but reach out and gently brush the strands of hair from the woman's face.

This made her exquisite face even more prominent.

But it seemed to be because of my own touch, or perhaps the attraction of my own scent.

Mu Xitong slowly approached him, her eyes still closed, her breathing not much changed, only emitting soft, delicate, and indulgent nasal sounds as she hummed and nestled into Wei Tu's embrace.

She wrapped her arms around the boy's waist effortlessly, as if it were instinctive.

Then she rested her entire head on the boy's lap.

She lay curled up on her side, burying her face in Wei Tu's lower abdomen.

This posture has an indescribable ambiguity and passion.

At least from this angle, Wei Tu could clearly see that the neckline of the dress had become disheveled due to the change in the other person's posture.

Squeezing against the round, white peaks, the deep ravines were squeezed out into a narrow line.

It makes one wonder what kind of pressure one would feel if they put their hand inside.

More importantly, with the other person so close to his abdomen, their hot breath was blowing over him. Wei Tu liked to wear light clothes and wasn't afraid of the cold.

These scents seemed to penetrate the clothes, reaching straight to the skin and arousing a burning sensation.

What Wei Tu felt was even worse was that, despite his current level of strength and the fact that his soul and mind, honed from two lifetimes, were virtually indestructible, there were still some things that he couldn't avoid and that he couldn't suppress simply by thinking about them.

For example, a man's instinctive reaction.

So Wei Tu watched as Mu Xitong pressed her cheek down, and it seemed to be squeezed little by little.

It was as if her head had been forcibly lifted up.

Oops……

That won't do. If this is discovered, what a shameful situation I'll be in.

Wei Tu wanted to take some measures, such as moving Mu Xitong's head slightly, but when he pushed her head, Mu Xitong closed her eyes and resisted, constantly snuggling into Wei Tu's arms.

It's fine if you don't rub against it, but once you do, it becomes even more exciting.

"hiss……"

Wei Tu couldn't help but gasp.

The woman on his lap also showed some reaction.

"Um……"

She seemed to have noticed something unusual. Her hand began to caress Wei Tu's waist.

then……

"Well……!"

Wei Tu froze instantly. The boy leaning against the windowsill sat there with his back straight, motionless, his face visibly strange, as if he couldn't say a word or even dare to breathe.

Because the woman's soft, delicate hands not only found the crucial spot, but it seemed to be an instinct...

On cool nights, I instinctively seek out the warmest, even the most fiery, parts.

But Wei Tu never expected that this woman's attitude towards these things would be... gently rubbing them with her cheek.

With each breath, she seemed to be sniffing out some scent.

It's like when you offer a piece of pastry to someone who is sleeping, she instinctively smells the aroma.

Then it escalated further, and she even reached out and grabbed him.

Absolutely accurate.

Then, as if still asleep, it was slightly disturbed.

She opened her soft, alluring eyes, still sleepy, and glanced at Wei Tu with a hint of reproach before muttering something indistinctly.

"Don't move..."

Then she slowly closed her eyes.

So Wei Tu watched as the woman rubbed her cheek against her hand, clenched her fist tightly, and then closed her eyes.

He hoped the woman would actually fall asleep, and then he could undress her while she was unconscious.

Unfortunately.

The other party isn't stupid.

I still sensed something was wrong.

In the brief moment after she closed her eyes, she suddenly opened them.

His eyes widened, and he stared strangely at the thing she was holding in her palm.

Wei Tu couldn't utter a single word.

Until she slowly opened her mouth.

"Wei Tu... what is this?"

Wei Tu's expression was somewhat strange, and he tried his best to keep his tone calm.

"Sister Xitong, if I told you that you caused all of this... would you believe me? Hiss...!"

The other party clearly did not believe it.

Because she didn't speak, the pressure in her hand was gradually increasing! PS: If I'm free tonight, I'll add an extra chapter!

11 How to Get Warmth (Bonus Chapter 12 for Monthly Tickets!)

Fortunately, the windows and doors of the Medicine King Pavilion were closed.

Fortunately, the little red fox was sleeping somewhere at the moment, so only the two people involved could experience this awkward moment.

Wei Tu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"Uncle Mu..."

Mu Xitong looked at the thing in her hand, then looked up at the thing above her head.

"If you don't cause trouble, you call her Sister Xitong; if you do cause trouble, you call her Uncle Mu?"

Wei Tu said with a strange expression, "This doesn't count as me causing trouble... After all, I look like the one being forced..."

"Forced? How were you forced?"

"I swear, I just saw you were sleeping here and it was too cold, so I came to help you warm up, but..."

"Didn't you shove this thing into my hand?"

Mu Xitong hadn't let go yet, even though her cheeks were starting to heat up, Wei Tu could feel the woman's body temperature gradually becoming scalding.

Her eyes were turbulent and murky, but not in a way that was unattractive. On the contrary, they were multicolored, like a forest illuminated by seven-colored light, enough to make one lose their way and sink into oblivion forever.

Wei Tu steadied his mind.

"Do you think this is realistic, my dear sister? How can I put this in your hands? Do you think this thing can be taken apart and put back on?"

Mu Xitong frowned, then moved slightly.

"Ouch...it hurts, it really will break!"

"Really? Aren't you supposed to be an expert? You're so powerful, the first place in the Southern Sword Prefecture Trial, and that's all you've got?"

"Even the most skilled expert can't withstand this kind of torment! There's a reason why it's called the 'lifeblood'!"

"Heh, men are so fragile, who cares..."

Mu Xitong finally released her grip.

Wei Tu finally felt a little relieved; the feeling of threat had disappeared.

Mu Xitong propped herself up slightly, her body still languid.

But she seemed to lose half her strength and then leaned softly into the boy's arms.

Mu Xitong is not petite, but she has excellent flexibility and a wonderful feel to her.

That warm, cozy feeling, holding her makes me feel like I can fall asleep anywhere in the world.

She could snuggle perfectly in the boy's arms and then use his warm chest as the best bed to fall asleep peacefully.

"Still not enough sleep?"

Wei Tu said softly.

The warm breath from his mouth blew into the other person's hair, gently stroking it.

Mu Xitong frowned, seemingly somewhat displeased with the other party's subtle actions.

"How long have you been sleeping... You haven't slept much at all today. As for you, I haven't seen you all day. Where have you been gallivanting off to?"

The boy tightened his arms around the woman's slender waist.

The other person, like an infant, nestled against the boy's chest, falling asleep with the help of his broad and firm arms.

"I went to Xuejian Peak."

The boy said honestly.

"I knew you'd only go there... Don't you get tired of going there every day? Oh, right, the place with the most women in the sect is Xuejian Peak, and you even have two close female friends there, how could you not like going there... Ah... Did you win over Lin Ruoyin yet?"

As Mu Xitong yawned, she seemed to start rambling incoherently.