Xiao Tian was slightly taken aback at first, but he still reached out and took the comb. With gentle strokes, he loosened Xiao Wu's scorpion braid, slowly combing through her silky hair.
Feeling the warmth of his presence behind her, Xiao Wu spoke softly, her delicate voice trembling like the night breeze.
"Brother… Mom used to say, a girl's hair can only be combed either by her closest family, or by the person she truly loves."
Her eyes reflected the soft moonlight as she whispered again, "Brother, do you think… we can really walk like this for the rest of our lives?"
Tonight, for some reason, Xiao Wu was unusually sentimental. Her thoughts drifted to her mother, to her tragic death, and fear slowly seeped into her chest. A suffocating thought rose—what if Xiao Tian also lost his life when he went to confront Bibi Dong?
Although Xiao Tian had analyzed countless times that there could be another explanation for why her mother's spirit ring and Spirit Bone had ended up on Bibi Dong, the doubt and fear remained. After all these years, Bibi Dong's strength must have reached an unfathomable height. Even with Da Ming and Er Ming's protection beside him, could Xiao Tian really suppress the current Bibi Dong? What if…
Sensing her unease, Xiao Tian turned her around gently, tilting her face up until her eyes met his. His gaze was tender, yet unwavering.
"Don't worry," he said, an edge of playfulness in his calming words. "Your brother… is very strong."
He smiled faintly, his confidence infectious.
"There's still a year until the Soul Master Competition. Who knows? Maybe by then I'll already have reached Spirit Emperor. I was able to injure Er Ming back when I was just a Spirit Elder. If I can reach Spirit Emperor and unleash one of my secret techniques, even a Titled Douluo would have need to tread carefully around me."
His words carried the warmth of assurance. Beneath the gentle glow of moonlight, the atmosphere thickened, the space between them heating gradually, like a tide rising too high to resist.
As Xiao Tian's fingers stroked her smooth hair, he leaned down slowly. Xiao Wu's eyelids fluttered as she consciously closed them, raising her head ever so slightly—waiting, expecting.
Right before his heart gave in completely, Xiao Tian instinctively sealed his spiritual sea. The three residing within it absolutely should not witness what was about to unfold under the pale moon. Some things were simply not meant for children's eyes.
Their shadows entwined under the moonlight, their breaths blending in the quiet night, a lingering fragrance of love hanging in the air. Finally, Xiao Tian pressed his lips gently against hers.
Her lips were soft, sweet, like honey he never wished to let go of.
Xiao Wu's body stiffened slightly, as if jolted by a current, but soon a warmth spread across her limbs. The strange tingling was new to her, yet it brought a blissful, irresistible pleasure.
Shyly yet wholeheartedly, Xiao Wu wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, and deepened the kiss. Passion flowed like a rising river, and slowly, Xiao Tian's hands grew restless.
At first, one hand held her long hair while the other rested modestly on her tiny waist. But as the fire of their emotions burned higher, his control faltered. Those hands, hesitant no longer, began to explore upward along her delicate frame.
"Mm—" Xiao Wu let out a soft sound, a thrill surging through her, running from head to toe. Her flushed cheeks were burning hotter by the second.
But suddenly, clarity struck. She remembered—they were still outside.
Her trembling hand pressed against his, stopping his further advance. Opening her soulful eyes, she whispered breathily, "Brother… this is outside. N-no… we can't…"
Xiao Tian paused. Her words, though reluctant, were resolute. He understood instantly. Without hesitation, he put away the comb, pulled her into his arms, and with a flicker of movement, carried her straight into his room. The door shut behind him with a soft but final sound of a lock.
Looking at her flushed cheeks and eyes like autumn water, Xiao Tian half-gritted his teeth, half-smiling.
"Xiao Wu, is it… alright? Brother seems a little too impatient tonight."
His body already strained with heavy restraint, but at this point—if he forced himself to stop, wouldn't that make him less than a man?
The air between them burst with tension. The atmosphere was perfect, the timing unavoidable.
Xiao Wu, panting, shyly averted her gaze. Her heart raced wildly, beating like a little drum. Finally, she gave a small nod, face glowing like an evening blossom.
These two months apart had nearly driven her insane with longing. She had numbed her nerves with endless cultivation every single day, suppressing the storm raging in her thoughts. The moment she heard that Xiao Tian had returned, she truly couldn't hold herself back anymore. Otherwise… would she have slipped into his room under the moonlight tonight?
Those months apart only deepened her clarity—her life held no meaning without Xiao Tian.
Xiao Tian's hand gently untied each layer of her robes. When her jade-like skin revealed itself under his gaze, flawless and luminous, he couldn't stop his Adam's apple from bobbing. His breathing quickened. His throat felt dry as dust.
Her skin shimmered like moonlit porcelain. She fumbled, bringing trembling hands to cover her chest and lower body, her voice a whisper laced with shame.
"B-Brother… why are you looking at me like that? Your eyes… it's like you want to eat me…"
Her modesty only deepened her allure. The image before him was no longer the mischievous Xiao Wu. She now carried the charm of a blooming woman, both pure and devastatingly tempting.
Xiao Tian couldn't help but laugh darkly, leaning closer like a hunter looming over prey.
"Hehe… Xiao Wu. Tonight, you're the little white rabbit. After tonight… even if you want to run, you won't be able to."
With a playful growl, he pounced like a hungry tiger.
Outside, endless leaves rained down with the rustle of the wind. Inside, passion surged like the Yangtze River, mighty and unstoppable.
That night, their 'cultivation' had nothing to do with spirit power—but left them both utterly enthralled.
By the time they drifted into sleep, the moon had long set.
Morning came.
Sunlight spilled gently into the room. Xiao Tian was the first to wake. But instead of rising immediately, he propped his chin on one hand, quietly gazing at the sleeping girl beside him.
Her little face was flushed with the lingering glow of last night, her beauty so pure and breathtaking that he was momentarily lost.
His mind wandered back to those hours of 'cultivation.' Yes, at first they both felt awkward, clumsy even, but soon they had been completely submerged in passion. Xiao Wu's extraordinary flexibility made her everything Xiao Tian could have ever dreamed of. Each moment with her had been temptation itself, impossible to resist.
Suddenly, her delicate brows twitched. Xiao Tian, quick on instinct, shut his eyes and feigned sleep.
His fake snores were exaggerated—hoo, hoo, hoo. But as soon as she stirred, Xiao Wu rubbed her eyes, gazing at him lovingly.
Her lips curved into a joyful smile. Carefully, her slender fingers brushed aside a lock of hair that fell across his forehead, lingering there as if unwilling to let go.
But soon her face turned dark crimson. A memory of last night flashed vividly in her mind, making her body hot all over again.
Her gaze darted suspiciously at Xiao Tian. Is Brother really asleep? Or just pretending?
Remembering the words he'd whispered the previous night—that afterward, he might feel "uncomfortable" if left alone—resolve formed in her shy little heart.
Unaware to him (or so she thought), Xiao Wu slowly reached out.
On the other side, Xiao Tian's lips twitched, nearly betraying his "act." He forced himself to stay silent, every muscle tense, so that Xiao Wu would believe his charade of deep sleep.
But her "cultivation talent" was clearly too amazing. In just a short fifteen minutes, Xiao Wu had completely resolved his discomfort, far more skillfully than he expected.
Finally, utterly relaxed, Xiao Tian opened his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore. Looking helplessly at the blushing girl, he asked, voice hoarse yet amused,
"Xiao Wu… what are you doing?"
Xiao Wu froze on the spot. Then, biting her lip, she whispered back, "Brother, you're awake? I… didn't you say it's good for the skin, that it beautifies the complexion? I… I believed you."
Her innocent sincerity almost made him choke.
Her cheeks flushed deeper as she added, embarrassed yet mischievous, "Brother… last night, did you feel it too?"
Xiao Tian could only laugh bitterly. Her words, her eyes—they were simply too much.
"Hehe…" Xiao Wu smiled shyly, her expression both mortifying and adorable.
And just like that, another day between them quietly began.
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