These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

This punch was delivered with real force, even demonstrating a high level of skill.

She herself may not have realized the twisted psychology she was exhibiting at that moment.

The real reason for my anger was definitely not because of the boy's shamelessness, but because... the other party's words were as if he had abandoned me and achieved perfect merit on his own, so that I wouldn't have to go to the underworld and could go to the heavenly court.

Since his good deeds cancel out his bad deeds, what sin has he committed?

Only myself, only myself, am a complete sinner.

She was unwilling to accept this outcome; she didn't want this man to ascend to immortality while she remained forever trapped in the past.

He should go to the underworld with me, to the eighteen levels of hell!

Who allowed him to achieve perfect merit all by himself?

Wei Tu grabbed Ran Xinxue's hand and clenched her fist, even though she was using her cultivation level.

She couldn't hurt herself either; all she could do was glare at the boy hysterically.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'd rather die together with you!"

Wei Tu's smile vanished.

He sighed.

The woman couldn't understand his expression.

Then he lowered his head and looked directly into Ran Xinxue's eyes.

Do you really think this is interesting?

"……Shut up."

The fresh snow made her eyes red.

Wei Tu just stared at her like that.

"I can play games with you, but you have to understand that games are just games, and I won't play with you forever. I have my own things to do, and I just hope you can put my mind at ease a little. I'm tired too."

Perhaps it was because the boy's words were unusually somber.

Perhaps it's because his voice is like sand passing over a dune.

Perhaps it was because there was an unexpected, rare hint of sincerity in his eyes.

Ran Xinxue didn't speak. She suddenly stepped forward and pressed her lips hard against her own.

It struck the boy's lips precisely.

Yes, it was a collision, not a kiss.

Even Wei Tu could feel the metallic taste of blood between their lips.

He didn't know whose lip was cut, but his own lip seemed to be a little sore as well.

She probably wasn't feeling well either, because her brow furrowed.

But she still relentlessly and ruthlessly plundered him.

They probed between their own lips and teeth, frantically merging and stirring.

For a moment, Wei Tu forgot to refuse; rather, it seemed more like he was complying.

The other party then gradually became more and more aggressive.

It's as if, despite being inexperienced in this kind of thing, there's a certain courage to let go and an eagerness to do so.

She slowly got up.

The boy in the chair had to raise his head, or even lean back, and she even took the initiative to straddle her own legs.

Then her voluptuous body pressed against his chest.

Every slight twist brings a frictional sensation that is unimaginably wonderful.

Desire seemed to be sinking, but the sunlight outside the window was still shining brightly.

Strange sounds spread through the empty hall. The woman's lips were as soft as water, but her passion was like fire.

Wei Tu is like a star, hanging vacantly in the night sky, yet someone wants to pluck him down.

For example, the fresh snow stains on his body at this moment.

Her hands, though clumsy, were brave as she slowly peeled away the boy's clothes.

Suddenly, Wei Tu was reminded of: "Back then, I was young and wore a thin spring robe. I rode my horse and leaned against the bridge, surrounded by red sleeves beckoning me from all around."

If I were an ordinary person in the human world, it would probably be the same.

Unfortunately, fate had already decided that.

When some of his clothes were peeled off.

She cupped Wei Tu's cheeks, then released her lips, revealing a clear view of the blood on Wei Tu's lips.

You can also see his collarbone and his chest, with clearly defined lines.

Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, but within that unfocused gaze lay an obvious obsessive fanaticism.

"Let's go to hell together."

She kissed him again.

This time, Wei Tu didn't hold back.

"Tear!"

A very clear sound appeared.

The woman's dress was torn from behind, exposing her snow-white skin to the air.

His hand went around the woman's back.

Silky smooth and compliant, the feel is just as wonderful as I remember.

Any man would like it without any reason to complain.

The deep kiss continued, the twisted entanglement possessing a unique and strange beauty.

It seemed that only the two of them could sense each other's descent into despair, sinking deeper and deeper into a whirlpool full of undercurrents, even though they knew it was teeming with hidden currents.

How desires arise and how they are eliminated seems to be an eternal question. The sunlight outside the window is dazzlingly bright.

Ran Xinxue's slender hand passed over the boy's chest and then around his waist.

The boy carefully considered the situation, and at this moment he seemed to have no reason to resist, even though her initiative was surprising.

Ran Xinxue wasn't just acting on impulse; she was also experiencing something even more chaotic.

The feeling Wei Tu had was also unprecedented; it was a convergence of mutual hatred rather than a foundation of deep affection.

It wasn't a fusion, but rather a near-frenzied outburst.

It's so bad it leaves your mind blank.

Because it's hard to analyze what emotions led you to do this; it's as if some strange emotion has made you want to destroy everything.

The woman, drenched in fragrant sweat, exuded a unique beauty.

The brief respite after hysteria is like the exquisite sunset between day and night.

She would hold her head in her hands and press her cheek against her chest.

They were pressed tightly together, as if there was no room to breathe, but neither of them seemed to resist.

Her own fingers trembled uncontrollably, and her fingers seemed to run haphazardly through her hair.

Her hair was already a mess.

She tiptoed slightly and lifted herself up.

Wei Tu struggled to lift his head from her chest and looked into her fiery eyes.

indeed.

He is the star, and she is the flame.

"Are you sure you want to stay here? This is no joke."

Her cheeks flushed crimson with the fresh snow, and her eyes were glazed over.

"You bastard, it's none of your business what I do!"

4. Why does it have to be tonight?

Wei Tu could easily have pretended to be stupid under such circumstances.

Because it seems he's the one who won't lose anything.

But if he were to continue down this path, he would no longer be Wei Tu.

He imagined a bright and sunny afternoon, with a woman in a white dress standing in front of him.

"You are Wei Tu, Wei Tu of Little Iris Peak?"

It seems that Wei Tu himself has forgotten what his first meeting with this woman was like.

The weather was probably very nice that day, but... no one could have imagined what would happen to the two of them.

Wei Tu got up and held her in his arms, her entire soft and voluptuous body.

Then he turned over and placed the woman, who looked confused, then slightly angry, and finally ashamed, on the chair.

He was panting heavily; in fact, it was quite difficult for him to resist the woman's allure.

It even seems impossible to do.

Her blank stare was a result of her trying hard to control herself, to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.

She didn't know why she was crying, or perhaps she had already seen the signs of rejection.

This isn't really a courtship, is it? It's not! I don't want his so-called pity.

She even wished the man were more ruthless, either killing her on the spot or taking her right now.