"Ugh—"
Ling Yuan helplessly tossed the two into the room, deciding to go outside to cool off first.
"Xiao Feng, go take a shower first."
Lin Feng was stunned: "Together?"
Qian Renxue, who was being carried princess-style by Lin Feng, blushed to the tips of her ears.
Her body, already heated from the whale glue she had added, was flushed with an intoxicating pink.
Her cheeks were practically red enough to drip blood.
With a competitive glint in her eyes, she looked up at Lin Feng, her azure eyes meeting his:
"Do you dare, Xiao Feng~"
The heat rising within him, Lin Feng tightened his grip on Qian Renxue:
"You..."
But before he could finish, Qian Renxue slipped out of his arms, pushed him with both hands, and sent him tumbling onto the bed.
"Whoosh—"
Roses scattered across the floor.
"Giggle."
Qian Renxue left him with a meaningful glance and headed to the bathroom first.
With a click, she closed the bathroom door behind her.
Lin Feng, lying on the bed, was momentarily dazed. She wouldn't let him in, yet she had to tease him about it?
How cruel!
"Splash—"
Lin Feng's lips parted slightly as he listened to the faint sound of running water. A restless fire seemed to burn in his lower abdomen, constantly刺激着他的神经.
Especially now, having already been intimate with Qian Renxue before.
In his mind, her perfect figure was currently cleansing herself—her delicate hands, her slender waist, her towering peaks, her jade-like skin...
He swallowed dryly, suspecting that Qian Renxue was doing this on purpose.
She wanted him to suffer here, to endure this torment.
After what felt like an eternity, the sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped.
This passage is quite detailed and intimate. Here's a well-crafted English translation that maintains its original tone and atmosphere:
Click—
As the bathroom door opened, rising steam gently spread throughout the room.
Qian Renxue stepped out, her movements light and graceful, enveloped in the lingering mist.
She wore only a bathrobe, loosely draped to barely conceal the most captivating parts of her figure.
Her long golden hair cascaded smoothly down her back, reaching her waist.
With an air of casual elegance, her delicate jade-like hands traced across her body, skimming over every mesmerizing curve.
"Hoo—"
Lin Feng's eyes slightly widened. Such an enticing sight was undeniably stirring.
"Heh~"
Qian Renxue let out a soft chuckle before finally reaching Lin Feng.
With one hand, she gently pushed him down onto the bed.
One hand gripped the towel in her grasp, while the other propped up her body, positioning herself above him.
Leaning down, her lips—red as cherries—brushed against Lin Feng's ear, leaving a teasing lick:
"Xiao Feng, this time, I will definitely win!"
Before Lin Feng could even utter a word, Qian Renxue's hands moved swiftly, stripping him completely.
With a casual flick, his clothes fell to the floor, the soft rustling sound breaking the stillness of the room.
Lin Feng, momentarily entranced by the captivating sight before him, found himself with no chance to react.
Qian Renxue was both assertive and dominant, silencing his words before they could leave his lips.
Warmth and heat intertwined.
The sensation left Lin Feng utterly unable to restrain himself.
Their gazes grew hazy, intoxicated with passion.
Lost in the moment. Consumed by the fervor.
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before Qian Renxue traced a finger over the storage ring on her hand.
"Xiao Feng, tonight's wine is truly delightful… You want another taste, don't you?"
Not giving Lin Feng a chance to respond, she tilted the cup, pouring the fragrant liquor straight into his mouth. The rush of liquid was too fast, and some of it trickled down his body, shimmering against his skin.
Qian Renxue chuckled softly.
"We can't let it go to waste~"
"Xiao Xue!"
Lin Feng looked down in slight surprise at Qian Renxue resting on his chest.
Her soft, unbelievably soft little tongue—
Wandering freely, as if unwilling to let even a single drop of the spilled wine go to waste.
"Gulp—"
Lin Feng swallowed the wine lingering in his mouth.
Very well.
It was all ten-thousand-year whale glue—there wasn't a trace of actual liquor!
A faint red hue crept into Lin Feng's eyes.
"Xiao Xue, I won't hold back—"
Qian Renxue's movements paused. A smirk played at the corners of her lips as she lifted Lin Feng's chin with a single slender finger.
"That line… should be mine to say to you~"
Lin Feng raised a hand, gently brushing against Qian Renxue's delicate skin.
Though it was merely a light touch, both of them trembled instinctively.
—!
Qian Renxue's breath hitched, and an uncontrollable, bone-melting moan slipped from her lips.
At that moment, Lin Feng could no longer maintain his composure.
The situation flipped instantly, their positions reversing.
Now, Lin Feng was the one gazing down at Qian Renxue.
"Xiao Xue, tonight, you—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Qian Renxue refused to give him the chance.
She reached up, closing the distance between them, sealing his lips with hers.
Her slender arms wrapped tightly around Lin Feng, as if she wished to completely merge into him.
Lips met—soft and fiery.
Time blurred as their senses drowned in the moment.
The damp sheets beneath them bore silent witness.
Qian Renxue whispered softly:
"Xiao Feng, I don't want to wait anymore… I want more little angels."
Outside, snow drifted gently.
The night was deep, intoxicating.
In the dim glow of the room, two intertwined figures remained inseparable.
—Pop—
Morning.
As the midday sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, its warmth finally stirred the two figures from their slumber.
The light gradually brightened the darkened world behind Lin Feng's eyelids, prompting him to instinctively open his eyes.
Qian Renxue was still nestled against his chest.
After last night's fierce battle, both of them were left somewhat exhausted.
Lin Feng was faring better, but Qian Renxue was different.
Her sensitivity, coupled with her stubborn unwillingness to lose, had pushed her beyond her limits in her determination to defeat Lin Feng for once.
Lin Feng blinked in a momentary daze.
Yesterday… he seemed to have already tasted her.
Qian Renxue furrowed her brows slightly, her drowsy eyes fluttering open.
A hint of playful reproach gleamed in her gaze as she shifted her delicate hand.
"Xiao Xiao Feng, why are you up so early?"
Lin Feng's expression turned a little awkward.
"Uh… natural reaction."
Qian Renxue chuckled lightly and closed her eyes again.
"Still not satisfied after last night? You're still staring here?"
Lin Feng smirked, repeating his usual line:
"Do you want me to stop looking?"
Qian Renxue huffed, pouting.
"That line again! Fine then, your punishment is—no sleep tomorrow night!"
She greedily inhaled Lin Feng's scent, found a comfortable position, and burrowed herself deeper into his embrace.
"Why tomorrow night?"
Qian Renxue frowned slightly, her smooth legs shifting against him involuntarily as she muttered:
"What do you think? You always bully me… I've never won against you, it's infuriating… hng~"
With a playful hint of frustration, she nipped at Lin Feng's cheek.
Lin Feng let his soul power flow, pulling the curtains shut once more.
The dim yet softly glowing room felt even cozier.
Qian Renxue murmured gently:
"As for Sister Ling Yuan… you go tell her."
Lin Feng's lips twitched.
Though it might seem a little early for that, did she really think Ling Yuan would compete with her for being the first?
Still, now that it was already noon and Ling Yuan had yet to make an appearance, Lin Feng felt a little uneasy.
Last night, when Qian Renxue entered his room, Ling Yuan had already set up a soundproof barrier. The two of them hadn't stepped out since.
Ling Yuan probably knew exactly what had happened.
Afternoon.
Lin Feng finally stepped out of the bedroom, while Qian Renxue remained inside, still resting.
In the living room, Ling Yuan sat gracefully, greeting him with a light smile.
"What's with that expression? Did you think I'd be upset?"
She shook her head.
On the contrary—she was happy.
She and Qian Renxue had made a promise long ago: whatever she hadn't done, Ling Yuan wouldn't do either.
But now…
Ling Yuan stood up, an unreadable glimmer flashing in her eyes as she leaned in close, her breath warm against Lin Feng's ear.
"Xiao Xue must be exhausted, right? How about… you don't disturb her rest, and spend tonight with me instead?"
Suddenly, it seemed that since Qian Renxue had claimed the first taste, what came after might be even more interesting.