Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 946 - 396: Spring Rain and Dew

In the flickering candlelight of the room, Zhiyu still kneeled on the stool by the table, intently prying at the gold embedded in the table.

By the bedside not far away, the tall figure of Dongfang Xinglan untied the golden hairpin holding her hair, bent over, and her right knee slipped onto the bed between Lu Jin'an's legs.

Her ink-black hair cascaded down like waterfalls, hanging over her graceful, smooth shoulders. As she bent over, the loose lapel slightly opened, revealing the two delicate dimples on her small collarbone clearly to Lu Jin'an.

The neckline of her gown, embroidered with a few rose patterns, slipped from her fragrant shoulders, exposing a large area of fair skin.

Lu Jin'an couldn't help but look, the snow-piled landscape propped up the originally loose long gown, creating a seductive curve at the neckline, the deep shadow seemingly capable of drawing in one's gaze.

Indeed, it rivals Nanzhi's grandeur.

Dongfang Xinglan lightly bit her cherry lips, a complexity flashed in those water-like starry eyes, but then softened into a tender gaze on the man in front of her, her breath fragrant as orchids: "Saint Lu~"

A hint of a smile flashed in Lu Jin'an's eyes, and suddenly he pulled Dongfang Xinglan's wrist, bringing her onto the bed.

Dongfang Xinglan let out a soft cry, her delicate body involuntarily pressed against Lu Jin'an's chest, the curves of her chest expanding, appearing even more veiled.

Lu Jin'an merely glanced, discovering how, in the haziness, more scenery could be seen, half-hidden, best stirring hidden desires within.

He observed minutely, his large hands reaching under Dongfang Xinglan's skirt for her legs.

At this moment, these legs wore no underpants, even though they hadn't moved, Lu Jin'an could feel the exquisite muscle structure through touch, indicating Dongfang Xinglan's beautiful body harbored a leopard-like explosive strength.

Lu Jin'an found it irresistible.

Dongfang Xinglan's pliancy differed from the one the Master had as a demon beast, it bore marks of rigorous training, if two words had to be used to describe it, it would be 'firm solidity.'

With little fat, great muscle density but no loss of beauty, it was firm solidity.

Just by touching, a thought flitted through Lu Jin'an's mind: how tight would these legs be if they wrapped around?

Then, his fingertips couldn't help but squeeze Dongfang Xinglan's thigh a bit harder, increasing its beauty.

"Hmph..."

Dongfang Xinglan lightly bit her lower lip, her hands propping up on the bed as she smiled with pursed lips: "Earlier, you said you had no feelings for me, but now that I offer myself up, you won't refuse."

"Do I look like an unflustered gentleman?"

"So... you won't refuse anything that comes?"

"Not exactly." Lu Jin'an lifted his left hand to grasp Dongfang Xinglan's chin: "I only consume 'fine bran'."

While speaking, he recalled Nanzhi's figure in his mind, when he was in the Nanzhuo Domain, he didn't refuse this little lady's drunken indiscretion.

It was rather similar to the way he interacted with Dongfang Xinglan now.

And thinking of Nanzhi's cold and pure face, Lu Jin'an couldn't help but study Dongfang Xinglan's face closely.

Her appearance, amidst beauty, carried a bit of heroic aura, with a melon-seed face's smooth lines, cheeks like fresh peaches, akin to apricot plums, glossy white like snow, paired with long lashes, heroic brows and eyes, a delicate qiong nose, and cherry lips like pink petals, embodied a kind of vibrant beauty entirely different from that of the Master and sisters.

Senior Sister Mu Qingyue's temperament was too high and cold, hence even as a Sword Cultivator, it was rare to see such dashing vigor similar to Dongfang Xinglan's.

"Do I look good?" Dongfang Xinglan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a hint of shyness in her eyes: "Zhiyu still isn't asleep?"

"No matter." Lu Jin'an nudged the floor with his toes, adjusting his position inward on the bed: "She is my... child bride."

"Isn't she your apprentice?" Dongfang Xinglan instinctively asked.

Lu Jin'an looked at her, eyes glinting, saying nothing.

Dongfang Xinglan opened her mouth, completely speechless, did the Taichu Peak of the Wandao Sect, to which Lu Jin'an belonged, prefer to raise disciples as 'husbands (or wives)'?

While pondering this, Lu Jin'an moved his hand away from Dongfang Xinglan's thigh, resting it behind his head: "So, Lord Qin knows how many kinds?"

Dongfang Xinglan's eyes flickered: "Back then, a nanny in the Palace taught me some things, but I didn't like listening, so she didn't teach much more, though I vaguely remember a few..."

As her voice trailed off, Dongfang Xinglan lightly untied her sash, and then her floor-length skirt was split open with her index finger, revealing a delicate, exquisite, unexpectedly graceful body like white jade in front of Lu Jin'an.

Lu Jin'an unabashedly glanced up and down, soon captured by a rice-grain-sized black mole on the inner side of her right thigh.

His eyes lit up, some moles, if appearing appropriately on the skin, could give off a sensual and enchanting vibe.

Like the beauty mole on Master's lower right lip, or the mole on Senior Sister's left chest, and now, the little black mole near the groin on Dongfang Xinglan's right inner thigh.

Very alluring.

Dongfang Xinglan noticed his gaze, her tight legs splitting slightly: "What... are you looking at?"

As she spoke, she softly tucked her long sleeves to shyly cover her legs.

"I've seen everything in the bathroom before." Lu Jin'an said unhurriedly: "Now, I just want a closer look, that mole is quite pretty."

Dongfang Xinglan's expression was stunned, looking at a mole?

What's so notable about a mole?

Under normal circumstances, wasn't one supposed to look at other things, how could one just look at a mole?