These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

The interpersonal relationships and local customs here, whether good or bad, have their own unique charm, which is why there are so many stories and so many cherished memories.

She is also part of those touching memories.

Wei Tu had little attachment to the human world, or rather, this was the only thing that concerned him. As for other matters, even the destruction of the country, or what might happen to the Shang Kingdom, they were not really of much concern to him.

The initial mission was simply because the Yuanjian Sect and the Shang Kingdom had a relationship of worship, which led to this story of coming to the human world.

As for whether the Shang Kingdom was about to perish or suffer a catastrophic disaster due to the relentless march of history, Wei Tu wouldn't really feel much about it.

These are all necessary processes; all I care about is the safety of this woman.

A woman so stubborn it's almost heartbreaking.

No matter what level one's cultivation has reached, some instinctive pains are deep-seated, and Wei Tu knew that she had not used any cultivation techniques to protect herself at this moment.

Therefore, Wei Tu clearly saw the instantaneous stiffness of the body and the tense state of the beautiful physique.

She frowned, and the slightly distorted state of her aloof and stunning face gave the young man a kind of unrestrained beauty.

But it's not worth making a fortune at this time.

Wei Tu said softly.

"Are you alright?"

He reached out, as if wanting to stroke Ye Bingluan's face.

But the stubborn empress, or rather, the transformed Ye Bingluan, didn't need his pity; rather... she wanted something even more outrageous.

She grasped Wei Tu's hand, not pulling away, but gently bringing it to her chest.

Covering her snow-white skin, Wei Tu could instantly feel the smooth texture on her palm.

Looking down at him, Ye Bingluan pressed his hand, seemingly squinting to ease the pain and feeling the touch seeping into her skin.

She squinted at the boy.

"Is it comfortable?"

Wei Tu looked into her eyes, which held a cool yet alluring charm that no other woman possessed.

In the dim candlelight, he whispered, "Comfortable."

How could it be uncomfortable? Tall and elastic, even its shape is incredibly beautiful. Even a large hand cannot completely enclose it. When she holds it down, it feels as if the entire body is sinking into it.

A little bit of rouge would seep through the gaps between the fingers, turning a slight rosy hue in one's own hands.

Ye Bingluan slightly curled the corners of her lips, seemingly with a particularly strong competitive spirit, and said, "I'm also comfortable..."

"Does it hurt?"

Wei Tu's gaze shifted slightly downwards, and the blushing woman glared at him. "You think I'm afraid?"

He then turned his face away, "Just take it easy for now..."

Wei Tu couldn't help but chuckle.

Ye Bingluan looked over, and Wei Tu immediately stopped whispering. Then, the unconvinced woman pressed down on the back of his hand, and without Wei Tu even having to lift a finger, she took his hand and began to knead her chest.

Looking into the boy's eyes, Ye Bingluan spoke softly.

Is it big or not?

Wei Tu nodded honestly, "It's quite big."

She raised her eyebrows, a hint of smugness creeping in, "Is it soft or not?"

"Mmm, it's very soft."

"You like it, right?"

"I've told you before, I love every inch of you."

Ye Bingluan leaned down slightly and pressed herself against Wei Tu. Wei Tu then released his grip and placed his hands on the woman's slender waist.

She took the initiative to kiss Wei Tu's lips, not in a shy or bashful way, but in a kiss that felt like a blessing, as if she herself, like the posture, was superior.

But there was no arrogance that was off-putting. Wei Tu could even sensitively perceive the other's contractions. The subtle friction and the close connection at this moment created a unique tactile sensation. Every little movement brought the feeling of an electric current passing through him. Wei Tu could feel the changes in the other's breathing.

"You're so eloquent... I'm rewarding you with this."

Wei Tu smiled and said, "You've already given me more than enough."

"Aren't you feeling uncomfortable like this?"

Ye Bingluan asked with a hint of slyness.

Wei Tu was not fooled. He knew that Ye Bingluan wanted him to speak up and beg her to move.

Or perhaps this is one of Ye Bingluan's current perverse pleasures.

He said, "It's alright, there's nothing wrong with it being like this."

The woman then gently swayed her waist; it was a very subtle movement, yet it brought her ultimate pleasure.

It doesn't have to be a dramatic, earth-shaking event to be considered beautiful. Sometimes, subtlety has its own advantages; the most delicate touch, the warm embrace, is also perfect.

Seeing the subtle changes in Wei Tu's expression, the woman, whose eyes were also filled with suppressed emotions, still asked teasingly, "And now?"

"It's not particularly uncomfortable."

Then, like a dance, she straddled the boy's waist and began to sway gently.

The gentle swaying brought a wonderful feeling. Wei Tu could even see the woman's expression, how she suppressed the immense pleasure spreading in her heart, and how she had to keep a close eye on how her expression would change.

It seems that once you reach a certain point, anyone can learn this skill without a teacher.

"Let's see how long you can keep up your stubbornness..."

As she said this, she sat up, supporting herself on Wei Tu's chest with her hands, and then began to sway back and forth.

She bit her lip, watching Wei Tu's expression.

Wei Tu looked at her and felt that her expression was more shaken than his own.

I couldn't help but laugh amidst this hazy, ambiguous atmosphere.

"It seems to me that Your Majesty couldn't help yourself."

"Nonsense... I wouldn't... Ah... You, don't move!"

Ye Bingluan felt something stirring within her, and her body trembled violently. Wei Tu could already feel that a large area of ​​her thigh was wet.

She could barely sit up straight; her body felt weak.

She looked at Wei Tu with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance.

Wei Tu looked at Ye Bingluan innocently.

"I didn't move anything, you've been the one doing all the work, don't spread rumors."

"...Then, how did you..."

There are some things that are still difficult to say easily.

Wei Tu chuckled lightly, "That's skill..."

"Anyway... you just couldn't help it."

Ye Bingluan said coldly, but her bewitching eyes and the way she began to sway her hips seemed to be the complete opposite of what she was saying.

After getting used to it, Wei Tu appeared even more nonchalant, even scrutinizing the empress who was struggling to suppress her groans with great interest.

"Waaah..."

Finally, she couldn't help but let out a mournful cry and collapsed onto the boy's body. This kind of thing could even make a strong woman lose her strength.

Wei Tu stroked her soft back and whispered in her ear.

"That's not enough?"

Ye Bingluan, panting heavily, said defiantly, "It's all because... I was on top."

Wei Tu smiled and said, "I'll do it, but I'm afraid you can't handle it."

"Who do you think you are... You dare to be so disrespectful in front of me..."

"Should I do it?"

Ye Bingluan closed her eyes helplessly and said through gritted teeth, "You do it!"

49. Make sure you have a great time!

Wei Tu didn't know whether Ye Bingluan was a wise and capable emperor when it came to fighting.

But with myself... that definitely won't work.

She's such a brat.

He had thought he could unleash his full power, but before he could even muster half of it, the woman had already held him tightly in her arms like an octopus.

It stubbornly refused to move an inch more.

The final pose was quite traditional, although the preceding images could not be erased.

For example, behind her snow-white beauty tinged with a slight red, there is a young man riding along, holding her arm.

Or perhaps, standing on the floor of the room, the dignified Empress could only cling to his neck like a koala, bouncing around in his arms.

He began to grit his teeth and endure, saying, "That's all you've got... that's all you're good for..."

Later on, he started speaking without thinking at all.

"I'm dying... I'm really dying... Don't move... Waaaaah..."

"You little thief... how come you have so many tricks up your sleeve... you're really dead..."

When everything has settled down and the clouds have dispersed.

Many corners of the room were in a mess.

The air in the room was so ambiguous that it could make any young girl blush.

There was only a simple blanket covering part of the two people's exposed skin.