"I like it, hurry and put it on for me!"
Ling Yao's cheerful voice was like a trickling stream, her eyes flowing with a brilliant galaxy.
She was always like this, like a still painting suddenly coming to life, so direct that it left no room for others.
Xiao Shan's lips curled up uncontrollably, his eyes filled with satisfaction and joy.
The jade pendant was woven from five strands of red rope. He hung the pendant with the character "Shan" on her neck and tightened it. The jade pendant fell into the hollow of her collarbone, blending with her snowy skin.
"I'll put one on you too."
She tilted her head up, her eyes filled with lingering affection, almost drowning him.
Xiao Shan stripped off his clothes in a flash and stepped into the water with his long legs. The water level rose, spilling out of the bucket with a splash.
Alright, tomorrow Yu Liu and the others would know what happened inside.
Ling Yao fastened the jade pendant on him. It was striking against his dark skin, a clear contrast between black and white.
"Not bad."
"What's not bad? The jade pendant, or my craftsmanship?"
Xiao Shan resumed his unfinished washing.
Ling Yao grabbed his hand and looked. Indeed, there were still quite a few calluses. Soaked in water, they had softened a bit, but they were still rough.
This rough fellow, no matter how much he was pampered, would never become a delicate person.
"The person is not bad."
The two sat facing each other, the beautiful scenery directly assaulting their eyes. Xiao Shan hadn't eaten meat in months, and for this carnivore, it was an extreme test of endurance.
His eyes were red with longing.
Ling Yao was no different. Just a little fondling from him had already made her miserable.
"As long as the Princess is satisfied."
Xiao Shan lowered his head. For some reason, he didn't make a move. Ling Yao's breathing became unsteady, but he started washing himself.
"What's wrong? Do you want me to take the initiative?"
That stinky man, he knew how to play hard to get.
Ling Yao smiled, stood up with a "splash," and her graceful figure disappeared into the water before anyone could get a good look.
Xiao Shan was momentarily stunned.
Her arms coiled around the man's neck like snakes. She twisted her body and asked with clear, innocent eyes, "What's underneath?"
Xiao Shan leaned against the side of the bucket, closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing. Liquid trickled down his forehead, whether it was sweat or water, he didn't know.
He knew, this wasn't Xue Niang, because there was no scent.
He knew in his heart, but facing this face, he couldn't control himself.
Alas, he'd rather die in this beautiful dream.
Her body still needed time to recover, no need to rush. The fire had ignited earlier, but he had suppressed it.
He hadn't expected Xue Niang to start training him right after.
Then what did he have to worry about?
Let's cool down first!
Ling Yao was already standing outside the bathtub, wrapped in a long bath robe. She saw Xiao Shan open his eyes and kiss the empty space in front of him.
He still hadn't noticed anything unusual?
He was too deeply immersed. If he met that woman again, would he still be fooled?
The water in the bucket rippled, and Xiao Shan let out low growls. The muscles on his back tensed, bulging with powerful strength as he moved.
She had seen it.
In the mirror.
But it was nowhere near as clear and shocking as it was now.
So this was what he looked like when he was aroused, so surging, so passionate.
Oh, her mouth felt dry, and her body felt weak.
This man must be driven mad with desire. How could he be so wild?
In Xiao Shan's eyes, "Xue Niang" was with him, begging for mercy with soft cries. This illusion was indeed good, just like the real thing. He had been thorough every time, yet she never disappeared.
In his memory, he had never been so ruthless with her.
This time, he showed no mercy.
Suddenly, his body stiffened as he felt something like velvet brush against his back.
It was ticklish.
He knew what was happening, and his strength suddenly increased as if he were filled with blood.
"Ah Shan, you, slow..." The "person" before him was infinitely shy.
Ling Yao, behind him, was stunned. She couldn't see what was in front. Xiao Shan's face was contorted, his eyes red like a ravenous beast. He gritted his teeth, and a low, pained groan rumbled in his throat.
But she saw the veins bulging on the back of his raised hand, his body burning hot.
Did he, did he see her? Was he trying to destroy her?
How could she bear it?
"Xue Niang—"
Xiao Shan roared, throwing his head back, and suddenly turned around, tightly embracing the stunned Ling Yao.
He gasped for breath, his body so hot that she could feel it through the bath robe.
"Are you, are you venting your anger?" Ling Yao asked, swallowing hard.
Venting what anger? He was venting his lust!
It felt so good!
Let him take his time.
Oh no.
"Did I scare you?" Xiao Shan's voice was hoarse with post-coital exhaustion, the redness in his eyes slowly fading.
"Ah Shan, you just now..."
She dared not say it. It was too fierce. If it had really been her just now, then she admitted, she was a little scared. She would have died in his arms.
"Don't be afraid, I won't do that to you. It's just using the illusion to vent, you know, I've been holding back for too long." He rubbed his face against her waist, returning to his usual affectionate self, like a big dog.
The bath robe was getting wet again.
"You knew it wasn't me from the beginning?" Ling Yao questioned, she couldn't believe it.
"I knew! There was no scent."
"You did that even though it wasn't me!"
"Ah? It was you, no, I mean, you created it, so it's like you..." Xiao Shan couldn't explain clearly, so he blurted out his true feelings: "Your body is still recovering, I was afraid of hurting you, so I..."
"If it was that woman's illusion, and she disguised herself as me, would you still be unable to control yourself?"
Ling Yao hadn't felt anything just now, but after knowing he was aware, for some reason, she felt a pang of unease.
Xiao Shan glared: "How is that possible? I would never do that."
"But you just did!"
"It's different now!"
"How is it different?"
"Just now, just now I knew you were nearby. It was just an illusion! And it was created by you, so it's no different from you, and it wouldn't hurt you!"
"Can you even understand what you're saying? You're just quibbling."
"I, anyway, I would never touch anyone else. What that woman creates is also different from you. Now I can tell at a glance."
Ling Yao looked at him, pouting, then she leaned down and kissed him.
Xiao Shan's mind went blank again.
After kissing him, Ling Yao stood up.
"I was a little scared just now, you were a bit too intense." Her voice held a hint of grievance.
"Mmm, I can't bear to do that to you." Xiao Shan looked around.
"What are you looking at?"
"Looking for you."
"Aren't I right in front of you?"
Xiao Shan sighed helplessly, "Quickly break this illusion. I really won't be fooled. That woman's illusion isn't as clever as yours. I can tell the difference."
Ling Yao leaned down again, looked into his eyes, and her red lips parted slightly: "If you kill me, the illusion will be broken."
"I won't kill you."
"You know I'm fake, why won't you kill me?"
"I just won't kill you. Even if it's fake, it's still your face, and I can't bring myself to do it."
The key point was that this "Xue Niang" in front of him, apart from the lack of scent, had no flaws. The jade pendant he had just put on her neck was still there. How could he possibly bring himself to do it?
"If you don't kill me, you'll die."
"I'd rather die than kill you," Xiao Shan refused to act.