These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Going to bed is something that perfectly aligns with the nature of love.

Always going back and forth, tossing and turning, lingering in a trance, unsatisfied desire.

Sometimes, releasing emotions is only a small part of the problem; more often, it's about not knowing how to express or manage those extra emotions.

So it went even deeper, with more force, and made it even harder to breathe.

They all understood that dying quickly could also be a form of extreme pleasure.

Whether it's the girl sleeping sweetly in the boy's arms, or the boy by the bedside, stroking her silky long hair, his eyes shining like stars in the night.

The shouting and desperate struggle that just happened is over.

Jiang Ying perfectly illustrated what it means to not even have the strength to open your eyelids.

In the final moment, whether it was the fourth or fifth time, her calves tensed up to an exaggerated degree, almost like a cramp.

Finally, the sound in his throat became hoarse, like that of a traveler dying of thirst in the desert.

The experience... was undoubtedly excellent.

Actually, it wasn't entirely Jiang Ying's cooperation with the boy's seemingly insatiable desires. Wei Tu had initially wanted to stop short of the encounter, but unexpectedly, Jiang Ying seemed to have some desire activated, and after the third time, she became more and more courageous.

It stubbornly climbed onto him and started the fourth time, disregarding everything.

Then she took the initiative to lie on the bed, raising her snow-white buttocks in a silent invitation.

Who can stand this?

The intense, all-out struggle between the two cultivators left Wei Tu feeling utterly drained when he got out of bed.

The land of gentle pleasures has always been the graveyard of heroes.

So that's how it works.

Wei Tu got out of bed and covered the sleeping, insatiable girl with the blanket.

He didn't plan to spend the night with the girl. It was almost dawn, so he needed to go out early to remove the barrier. It would be difficult to explain if Lin Ruoyin and the others found out tomorrow morning.

Although everyone knew about his relationship with Jiang Ying and there was no need to explain, Wei Tu still wanted to consider the girl's feelings and didn't want her to suffer even the slightest bit of grievance.

She had already suffered enough, and her love was even more selfless.

Like stars accompanying the moon, they are devoted and selfless.

After leaving the room and dispelling the barrier, it was almost dawn. Wei Tu was wondering whether to go back to his room or take a walk in Lin Yuan City in the early morning.

But unexpectedly, they saw another door open.

A languid, voluptuous woman emerged from inside.

"Sister Xitong?"

Wei Tu looked at the woman with surprise, who was either not asleep at this time of day or had just woken up.

Mu Xitong wasn't holding the little fox. Her expression was as languid as ever, and her long hair seemed to be loosely tied up, just casually draped over her shoulders.

"Why are you out there, trying to do something improper?"

Mu Xitong's first words were full of suspicion and wariness.

Wei Tu naturally wouldn't admit that he had just come from Jiang Ying's room.

He thought for a moment and said, "What are you talking about? I just woke up and can't fall back asleep."

"Perfect match, me too."

Mu Xitong said this, leaning against the door frame, she was a painting in herself, her languid charm complementing her face. Wei Tu had already thought of a name for this painting.

Let's call it "The Beauty's First Awakening".

Yes, it's part of the same series as "Beauty Emerging from the Bath".

Wei Tu said, somewhat puzzled, "Waking up at this time isn't like you. Shouldn't you be sleeping until morning?"

Mu Xitong rolled her eyes at the boy. "It's just that I'm not used to it. I can't sleep so soundly anywhere, okay?"

"I didn't expect Sister Xitong to be sensitive to sleeping in unfamiliar beds?"

"Yes, unlike you, you can't even recognize people after you're in bed."

"You can't just say that."

"Pfft, alright, stop joking around and come for a walk with me."

Mu Xitong looked at the open window at the end of the corridor. The sky outside was no longer deep darkness, but the dawn was about to break through.

"Why take a walk at this time?"

Wei Tu looked at the other person with suspicion.

Mu Xitong rolled her eyes at the boy, "Do you have to pick a time for a walk?"

"That's true."

The two went downstairs, and there was indeed no one left in the inn. They moved quietly without making any noise.

Stepping out of the inn, I came to a cool street, where the breeze made me feel much more refreshed.

Wei Tu subconsciously looked at the woman beside him, "Are you cold?"

Mu Xitong glanced at the boy, "You still want to hold me?"

"...It hasn't come to that. But speaking of which, Sister Xitong, why are you being so aggressive? I didn't do anything to you."

"You've offended me in countless ways, I'm too lazy to bother with you."

"Yes, yes, thank you so much, Sister Xitong, for your kindness."

"Sycophant."

As she said this, the woman's eyes lit up with a smile, like a gentle spring breeze.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, not yet fully bright, but faint white hues could already be seen around us.

This is probably the prelude to dawn, when everything is shrouded in mist, and everything seems hopeful.

What are your plans next?

As they walked along the cool street, their footsteps gently intersecting, Mu Xitong asked.

Wei Tu was watching how the breeze passed through the gaps in the leaves when he asked in confusion, "What's next?"

"The Dragon Slaying Tournament is over. What's next for you?"

She said calmly.

Wei Tu knew that although this woman often used unkind words to ridicule him, she genuinely cared for him like an older sister. She must know that all the seemingly unrelated things he did were for a purpose.

She didn't ask because she didn't say anything.

Wei Tu thought for a moment, "I don't know. It might be soon, or it might not be so soon. Often, we only know what to do when things happen."

Mu Xitong thought for a moment, "Would a hasty action backfire?"

Wei Tu smiled, looked up at the bird on the treetop, and began to look forward to the sunrise.

"Moreover, staying put all the time can make people lower their guard, causing the enemy to lose their composure and make some foolish moves. Sometimes it's not appropriate to force the opponent, because under intense pressure, people often unleash terrifying potential."

Mu Xitong couldn't help but chuckle, "What kind of crooked trick is this? I've only ever heard of taking the initiative into your own hands."

"That's just one way, and I'm too lazy to think about what they'll do. People who overthink don't live long. When things happen, I know what to do."

"You're really confident."

"It's not that I'm confident, it's just that people tend to overthink things. I'm not actually that smart, nor that stupid."

We arrived at the cool riverbank.

The two finally stopped here. As they spoke intermittently, the sky grew brighter, the morning star disappeared, and the moon grew farther and farther away, no longer needing its radiance.

Wei Tu would naturally think about how those conspiracies or the 'big picture' would unfold next.

The first scene that might be foreseen is the turmoil in the Five Immortal Continents, when the Witch God will be resurrected, the relationship between Ye Bingluan and the Great Shang Dragon Sparrow, and her identity. Also, the true identity of that female merchant Ming Xiangrong.

And his relationship with the Polar Sun Palace.

These seemingly unrelated things are actually connected in a complex way to form a considerable network.

He doesn't intend to think too deeply. Sometimes it's better not to think about it. Once you start thinking too much, you become the one whose mindset changes beforehand.

When Wei Tu came back from his thoughts, he suddenly realized that the woman beside him seemed to have been silent for a long time. He turned his head and saw Mu Xitong standing there.

Like a beautiful woman who stands apart from the world, she quietly watches as the river flows through the city.

A sudden gust of wind lifted her long hair.

The floating, chaotic, and disorderly objects inexplicably reminded Wei Tu of an unknown summer from his memory.

The wind blew across the hillside, sending countless grass fluffs flying.

In that hazy state, there was actually nothing, but now it seems that everything exists.

Mu Xitong pulled her long hair back to one side, preventing the strands from so brazenly obscuring her face.

She turned around amidst the chaos, like a beautiful woman in turbulent times, looking at herself.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

"What's so interesting about me?"

"Everywhere is beautiful, so beautiful...it's beyond compare."

Wei Tu may be thick-skinned, but he was by no means frivolous; his eyes and words were equally sincere.

Therefore, the woman would not doubt the truthfulness of his words.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and it was precisely because of the truthfulness of her words that she caught people off guard, causing a sweet and warm feeling to rise in their hearts at the same time.

"If you don't know how to compliment someone, don't force it."

She turned her face away, but her hair seemed to be out of control, blown about in a mess by the wind, and she couldn't get it back together no matter how hard she tried.

At this moment, Wei Tu walked over.