An Extra Villain in Cultivation World-Chapter 65: Mei Lingyao

"So," he said casually, resting one arm against the smooth stone edge of the pool, "My wife... are you feeling better today?"

Lingling stiffened almost instantly."I’m fine," she blurted out too quickly trying to conceal her true feelings.

Xuanyan tilted his head, his gaze fixed on her face. "Oh? That’s not what your expression says." She frowned and finally looked at him directly. "What expression?"

"The one that says you’re still upset about losing."

"Hey! I didn’t lose!" she snapped back. Suddenly, in a burst of frustration, Lingling hurled a splash of water right at. The water struck him with a sharp sound, droplets scattering across the surface of the pool.

Her irritation wasn’t solely aimed at him; It was directed at herself. She had clearly remembered the countless conversations with her senior sisters—the half whispered confession in a private chamber, even the daring claims written in certain romantic cultivation books, where women always reigned supreme. Men were supposed to be the first to fall. That was the way it was supposed to be, the story everyone accepted.

She had believed it wholeheartedly .Yet last night...didn’t go the way those stories promised. Brother Xuanyan didn’t lose control first. He didn’t collapse in exhaustion. Instead, he kept going as if nothing could shake him.

The memory alone made her ears flush with heat again. Her fingers clenched into small fists beneath the water as she glared at Xuanyan’s smug, carefree smile. It wasn’t just embarrassment. It was frustrating. "I did not lose," she repeated firmly, almost as if convincing herself.

Xuanyan didn’t say anything anymore. He only chuckled softly under his breath, and somehow that quiet sound irritated Lingling even more than if he had teased her openly.

She knew that if she continued arguing, she would only embarrass herself further, so after a brief hesitation she let out a small sigh and shifted closer through the warm water, turning around and moving between his open legs before lowering herself down in front of him, her bare back pressing lightly against his chest as droplets slid down her smooth skin while the rising steam of the Essence Cleansing Pool wrapped quietly around them both. His dick was resting comfortably between her ass checks.

Lingling’s earlier irritation gradually faded as her shoulders relaxed against him, her body no longer tense from the playful argument. Even though the tips of her ears were still faintly red, she refused to look embarrassed. If she couldn’t win by arguing, then she would simply change the battlefield. After a brief silence, she spoke again in a low voice, "Junior brother... you’re hard again."

Xuanyan didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh at her bluntness. Ever since his Basic Yang Physique awakened, his body’s recovery had become almost unreasonable. "How can I not," he replied without hesitation, tightening his arms around her waist beneath the water, his voice turning warmer and slightly possessive, "when my wife is sitting here naked with me?"

"Did you feel anything... strange yesterday?" Xuanyan asked quietly, his voice lower now, curiosity hidden beneath the warmth of the moment. As he spoke He lowered his head and brushed his lips slowly along the side of her neck with quiet possessiveness. The warmth of his breath against her skin made her shoulders tremble slightly, his tongue darted out from his mouth and tasted Lingling’s sweet skin.

"Ahh... hmm..." Lingling moaned softly, her fingers tightening in Xuanyan’s hair as if she were trying to anchor him in place. She guided him closer, urging his lips to continue exploring every inch of her skin. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"What do you mean by that, Brother Xuanyan?" she asked breathlessly, her voice trembling as she struggled to steady herself.

"Never mind," Xuanyan murmured, his gaze lingering on her flushed face. "I’ll tell you some other time."

Before she could reply, he gently tilted her chin upward and captured her lips in a tender kiss. Lingling surrendered to the moment, parting her lips to let his tongue explore her mouth, feeling her heart race with anticipation.

You taste so sweet wife," he said, thumb tracing her lower lip. An uncontrollable smile bloomed across Lingling’s face the moment she heard the word wife.

Steam rose around them, blurring the edges of their figures as the Essence Cleansing Pool rippled gently with their movements. The world outside seemed distant — the storm had already calmed, leaving only the faint scent of rain in the air.

They lingered there for a long while, loving and cleansing each other, their earlier tension melting away into relaxed intimacy. By the time they finally stepped out to freshen up, the rain had long since stopped and the first light of morning filtered softly through the window, casting a pale glow across the chamber.

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Morning light slipped quietly through the wooden window, thin as silk, pale as jade. It brushed across the room in gentle layers, dissolving the night without haste. Dust motes stirred in the golden glow, drifting like tiny spirits awakening alongside the world. The air carried a faint warmth, clean and tranquil, as if the heavens themselves had exhaled into Xuanyan and Lingling’s shared space. Even the shadows retreated respectfully, leaving behind a serenity that felt almost sacred.

Xuanyan breathed a long breath while standing on the window, it felt so good he never experienced something so ordinary but gave maximum pleasure and calmness inside the mind.

"Shall we go?" Lingling asked softly, turning her head to look at Xuanyan. A gentle smile rested on her lips as if the playful tension from earlier had completely faded. She had already changed into her sect robes, the light fabric fitting neatly around her slender figure, the pale colors making her skin appear even brighter under the morning light.

Her long black hair fell smoothly down her back, still slightly damp from the bath, giving her an effortless beauty and making her look absolutely gorgeous in her sect clothes.

Xuanyan nodded and they both stepped out from their room and moved toward her Mother’s private chamber.

’Mei Lingyao’