These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Lin Ruoyin gave Wei Tu a deep look, then sighed and said, "Su Mi and Xi Tong are indeed lucky to have met you... but You Wei..."

She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and left.

Mu Xitong glanced at Wei Tu but said nothing; all her words were hidden in her alluring eyes.

To be honest... I'm a little itchy to try it.

However, Wei Tu had other things to do, so he could only pretend not to see it.

Lu Qingyan also passed by Wei Tu.

She whispered something.

"Come back as soon as you've finished talking."

"Ok."

Looking at the woman's complicated eyes, he recalled her shy appearance in his arms.

There are so many temptations around me. How did I manage to resist them and not become a tyrant who only seeks pleasure all day long?

Wei Tu himself admired his own composure.

Finally, everyone had left, leaving only the woman who had recently become more and more like a sect leader, whose every move exuded a convincing power, and the handsome young man standing by the door, who appeared meek and obedient.

She seemed to be packing something.

Wei Tu stood calmly at the door, seemingly in no hurry.

The two of them went about their own business in silence, neither of them bothering the other.

The air fell silent.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The boy, who was focused on his own thoughts and feelings, heard her voice.

How long do you plan to drag this out?

Wei Tu looked up and saw Ran Xinxue staring at him with unfriendly eyes.

He seemed to be in a very bad mood.

Wei Tu remained calm as he looked at the other person.

"Since the sect leader didn't give any orders, this disciple certainly wouldn't dare to act rashly."

"If you like standing, then stand here forever!"

Ran Xinxue snorted coldly.

Then came another long stalemate, as if the young couple were caught in a strange struggle.

In a war without gunfire, one doesn't even know what constitutes victory, nor does one understand its meaning.

"Snapped!"

Ran Xinxue finally slammed some files on the table, stood up, and walked step by step toward Wei Tu.

"You'd better never say a word! You bastard, you come back and make me angry...!"

She punched and kicked the silent boy, but unfortunately she didn't use her full strength. Wei Tu only swayed slightly before turning around and hugging Ran Xinxue's waist.

Ran Xinxue was stunned.

Her pretty face flushed slightly, "What do you want to do!"

Wei Tu smiled and reached out to close the door behind him.

Then, step by step, she walked up to the large chair in the main hall, which, in other people's eyes, belonged only to Ran Xinxue.

"Don't do anything reckless! This is the Baoguang Hall!"

Ran Xinxue struggled fiercely, but Wei Tu held her tightly in his arms, locking her slender waist in his grasp.

What's worse is Ran Xinxue herself.

It's unclear whether it's because of the existence of the slave mark, or because the two became too familiar with each other after their water-fusion.

Even his aura, and his smile, seemed capable of stirring one's emotions.

Wei Tu chuckled as he placed the woman on his lap and then sat down in the spacious chair.

"You seemed to be having a lot of fun just now, my dear sect leader?"

Those last five words made Ran Xinxue's heart pound wildly.

A strange tingling sensation rose from the bottom of my heart, accompanied by the other person's deep voice.

"You...don't move! You're the one who made me angry!"

Wei Tu chuckled and said, "Did I make you angry? But then again, aren't I your master? Why can't I make you angry?"

Hearing the word "master" seemed to trigger a long-forgotten reaction within my body.

Ran Xinxue was stunned for a moment, then began to struggle violently.

"What master! Don't talk nonsense... Let go... Ah!!"

But after struggling for a short while, a familiar feeling came over me: a tingling sensation spread from the center of my legs, as if it could immediately touch my soul.

But this feeling no longer brought Ran Xinxue the same humiliation as before; instead, she seemed somewhat moved.

It was as if a feeling that had been lost for a long time had returned, like a paralyzed patient who had been bedridden for a long time finally finding the feeling of standing up again.

She let out a cry, and at the same time, her tear ducts were almost unable to hold back, and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes.

The boy's words rang in her ears.

The warm air almost enveloped me.

"Does this feeling seem familiar? Sect Master... are you also expecting something?"

"...I...I didn't!"

Ran Xinxue suppressed her unusual emotions and tried her best to remain stubborn.

But Wei Tu had no scruples. His hands roamed over her graceful curves, and neither her delicate waistline nor her high breasts could escape the boy's clutches.

"Looks like your memory isn't sharp enough...we need to add some spice."

"No...! Ugh!!"

Before Ran Xinxue could stop it, she instantly felt a smoother and more intense electric current.

This almost instantly made her body go limp, unable to move at all, and she could only be limply assaulted in the boy's arms.

Aren't you going to speak up?

Wei Tu's lips gently rubbed against her earlobe. This woman was indeed excessively moist. Nestled in his arms, she seemed to have completely adapted to his shape.

"I...it's impossible...ah~~~please don't...I was wrong."

Once the first words of begging for mercy are uttered, everything else becomes much easier.

"I'll spare you... then what should you call me?"

Wei Tu himself felt that his voice sounded like a demon at that moment.

But being a demon can be quite amusing at times, because watching a so-called fairy being humiliated in one's arms is a truly perverse pleasure that can't be openly discussed.

But precisely because of this, it became a hidden yet incredibly exciting source of pleasure for the two of them...

It seemed that Ran Xinxue could no longer withstand the onslaught of this strange feeling.

Between breaths, her rosy cheeks and dreamy eyes formed the most alluring sight.

She finally opened her tender lips.

He finally said those words he hadn't spoken in a long time...

"Master...this servant was wrong..."

94. The best choice?

The sunlight stubbornly shines through the windows into the Baoguang Hall.

However, the light that pierced through was not very bright; it was still somewhat dim.

But this darkness, in this moment and circumstance, seems just right, providing people with a place to hide their shame.

Why is it necessary to cover one's private parts? That's a big question.

However, the young man and woman sitting on the large chairs in the main hall of Baoguang Hall at this moment certainly knew why.

Their clothes were disheveled, barely covering even the least important parts of their bodies.

Sweat covered their bodies, two fair-skinned bodies.

They were indeed quite exhausted; the air seemed to be filled with the sound of their rapid breathing.

Some separations are indeed long, but the saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder" also holds true.

At least Wei Tu could clearly sense that the woman he was holding in his arms, pressed against the chair in a rather humiliating position, who was still in a daze, with unfocused eyes and slightly parted alluring red lips, had just been quite frenzied.

As she rode on her own body, she seemed to shed all pretense.

Looking down at her with a seductive face, she seemed to have forgotten her previous insistence and completely reverted to the image of a hysterical madwoman.

He would constantly ask himself questions during the brief pauses between breaths.

"Is Master comfortable...?"

"How was your service, Nunu...?"

"If you can't hold on, then give up... Don't keep pushing yourself. Why are you being so stubborn? Nunu knows you can't take it anymore..."

Although overwhelmed by these words and with his body aroused quite noticeably, Wei Tu was indeed struggling to cope. However, thanks to his strong willpower, or perhaps the enhanced fighting ability he gained from being with this woman, Wei Tu managed to have the last laugh.

Until the situation reversed, he picked up the woman and pressed her down on the chair, using his shoulders to support her long, plump legs, causing her pert, round buttocks to lift slightly off the chair and fold upwards. In this position, it could be described as a storm for Ran Xinxue.

His previous resolve had vanished, and he could no longer even utter a complete sentence.

Until it finally dissipated.

Wei Tu reached out and stroked the strands of hair on her forehead, which were stuck together with sweat.

"How about that? Still arrogant?"