These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

It plunges people into an abyss, into the entanglements of the past.

Ye Bingluan could recall their first meeting in Jiuyang City, a day that wasn't exactly a good one.

I was in a terrible state at the time.

It was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life, but now I should be grateful.

Thankfully... it was him who saw it.

Now that such a scene has been presented, it seems there's nothing left to fear.

That's exactly what I was thinking at the time.

But later, things turned out to be completely different from what I had imagined. Some beginnings mean there will be a sequel, rather than a story that ends without a trace, or an unfinished prologue.

When did it start? I've become more and more accustomed to trying to guess what he's thinking, wondering what I should look like in his eyes.

I wonder if he'll like it, I wonder if he'll miss me...

Perhaps there is nothing more torturous in the world than missing someone, but the other person is unaware that your longing for them has reached an incurable stage.

Perhaps secretly liking someone is wonderful, like secretly tasting the sweetness of someone else's fruit, but Ye Bingluan didn't want to be that kind of person, so... she still let him know.

You don't need many reasons to like something.

Too many encounters are just a fleeting glance at the beginning, followed by a decision to spend the rest of one's life together.

Even if you live your life with the other person's face forever in your mind, grow old alone, die, and are buried in the sands of history, that's fine too. There's nothing unacceptable about it.

But because of love, people become selfish creatures, unwilling to die, unwilling... leaving no more details for this story.

So she wanted to live, to live well, and to live a long life. Even seeing him one more time would be good.

One more day of enjoyment is better than an empty shell, wandering aimlessly for many years.

Their deep kisses intertwined, the glow of the setting sun long gone, but the candlelight still shone, illuminating their faces.

The light illuminated two faces pressed together, their occasional movements constantly shifting the angle of their faces.

The sound it made was enough to make anyone blush.

The woman, dressed in a dragon robe, sat on the table, her expression deeply moving.

She stubbornly clung to the boy's neck, as if even now she was still worried he would run away.

But having come this far, how could Wei Tu possibly run away?

He knew this woman was still somewhat worried; her initiative in kissing him didn't signify resolve, but rather her unease was the driving force behind it all.

Perhaps... I really need some comforting, and comforting is something I'm good at.

So the boy took the initiative to reach out and cup Ye Bingluan's cheeks.

First, they separated slightly, seemingly gaining a chance to breathe.

Their rapid breathing revealed the blush on the girl's face; the deep red was the best symbol of her being moved.

Her eyes were filled with a misty haze, like a swamp in the early morning; to wander aimlessly would only lead one deeper into the mud and from which there was no escape.

Wei Tu looked down at her.

"After all this time, you still aren't very good at this kind of thing?"

It seemed like a mockery, but looking at the boy's mischievous grin...

Ye Bingluan seemed to remember something, and she laughed as well.

Although her attire is dignified, women are naturally alluring and know how to arouse a man's desire.

Her smile was incredibly charming.

"I really don't know how. I'm stupid. Could you teach me, Master?"

At this moment, taking up the master-disciple relationship... is an irresistible tactic.

Originally, the master-disciple relationship was like a joke. After all, in the Immortal Continent, accepting disciples was a very formal matter, with certain etiquette, necessary procedures, and a special registration list.

Some of them are even to be included in the family genealogy of their lineage.

However, Wei Tu and Ye Bingluan only mentioned it verbally and didn't usually use it intentionally, but it was often at such times that it brought a different flavor.

When Wei Tu and Lu Qingyan were together, in addition to the instinctive attraction between the opposite sexes, their master-disciple relationship added another dimension to their interactions.

And now... it's my turn to become this master?

Looking into her softened eyes, Wei Tu took a deep breath.

"Okay, then study hard."

"Um...this disciple will definitely... *sob*"

The unspoken words were drowned out by an even more frantic entanglement.

This time, Wei Tu taught by example, fully embodying the responsibility of a master.

Hands-on, mouth-to-mouth instruction.

Ye Bingluan hadn't expected that something like this could make her so dizzy and disoriented that she could barely think of anything else.

Breathing stopped, and the sounds made one blush, as if stirring one's blood.

My whole body was getting warmer, and every inch of my skin, including my cheeks, became incredibly sensitive.

His touch, his breath, on my face, were like a symbol, a symbol that made me tremble.

The woman seemed to need any other action to relieve the restlessness in her body, so she began to rub herself erratically.

No longer confined to his neck, she would stroke his cheeks, his jawline, and perhaps the boldest touch was on his neck, resting on his collarbone.

When Wei Tu parted his lips again, Ye Bingluan's eyes were completely glazed over, and she could no longer control her breathing.

The hand landed limply on the boy's chest.

Wei Tu reached out and lifted her chin, forcing even the Empress, who was sitting on the table, to look up at him.

"Have you learned it?"

Ye Bingluan looked at Wei Tu blankly, seemingly unable to think clearly, and only subconsciously said, "Hmm..."

"Would you like to learn anything else?"

"What……?"

Ye Bingluan blinked, her naivety bordering on the innocent.

So she sensed what she hadn't seen.

The buttons on the front of his dragon robe were rattling.

She tried to look down, but Wei Tu held her chin with his hand, and she could only feel the movement at her collar.

Even though he didn't touch any part of my body, I somehow knew what he was doing, so I started imagining it.

But unexpectedly, this made it even more exciting for me.

He unbuttoned one simple button after another with one hand...

She could even feel a wisp of wind seeping in, and more and more places felt cool.

Her body trembled slightly, but he still didn't rush to touch her.

Until the collar drooped limply, one side was completely open.

She couldn't help but let out a soft hum, her cheeks flushed as if they were about to bleed.

Because she couldn't see... she felt it more vividly, and she became more sensitive, only able to watch the other person's mischievous smile as his gaze gradually drew her in.

They were dragged into an endless abyss.

Wei Tu was very satisfied with Ye Bingluan's reaction, and he said in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, what is tattooed on your bodice?"

Ye Bingluan trembled slightly, her voice also vibrating, yet it sounded even more delicate and sweet.

"dragon……"

"The murderous aura is strong, it's like he's glaring at me, I don't like it."

"That……"

The young empress's lips trembled.

The boy's seductive words rang out irrevocably.

"Or...how about I take it off?"

“…Ugh.”

She felt that not answering was already her limit.

But I didn't expect him to say that.

"Your Majesty, please do it yourself. This humble subject would never dare to disrespect Your Majesty's body..." PS: I'm exhausted. I have to go out tomorrow, so I stayed up until now, sob sob.

42. Call him Master!

A pure and innocent woman.

A body that has never been touched by anyone else.

Or perhaps it's her noble, superior status...

They all seemed to be something that could not be profaned, so in that sense, what Wei Tu said was not wrong.

However... the things he asked Ye Bingluan to do were things that would easily make anyone blush just hearing about them.

Although Ye Bingluan was confused and infatuated, she still had a basic sense of shame and self-restraint.

She would naturally feel shy and hesitate slightly.

But when her dreamy eyes met the boy's mischievous smile, all her resistance seemed to crumble instantly, like winter snow meeting the summer sun.

Under the scorching sun, it will gradually melt, turning into snow water and then into misty vapor, just like the colors in her eyes.