NFBE Chapter 1730
Chapter 1730
After some self-justification and a long conversation, Lin Yuqiong learned that Yu'er and the others were still in the dark, and immediately took his leave in a hurry—he dared not get involved in such private and troublesome matters of the inner palace.
Seeing his "desertion at the last minute" appearance, Chen Xuan shook his head helplessly, but a smile remained on his lips.
Instead of rushing back to his room, he sat down again and poured himself a drink. His gaze occasionally drifted through the window to the bustling streets of Tian Shu City.
With his powerful divine sense, he had already sensed that there were many cultivators hiding outside the tavern, taking advantage of the crowd to frequently spy in this direction.
“It must be people from those rival holy cities in Qilin City.” Chen Xuan’s fingers gently rubbed the rim of his wine glass, his brows furrowing slightly. “Once the second primordial spirit arrives in the Purple Mansion Realm, with the help of those inside and outside, these five holy cities should be destroyed.”
After finishing another glass of strong liquor, Chen Xuan put down the glass, got up, and walked away.
The door to the guest room was gently pushed open. Chen Xuan thought Lin Yuyao was still asleep, but as soon as he entered, he saw her groggily propping herself up on her arms and sitting up. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, and she looked a bit languid from just waking up.
Upon noticing Chen Xuan's return, Lin Yuyao exclaimed in surprise, hurriedly hugging her chest and shrinking into the black silk quilt. Her fair face instantly flushed red, even her ears turned bright red. Her eyes darted away, not daring to look at him, but her voice was filled with a sense of urgent panic: "Chen... Chen Xuan... last night we... nothing... nothing happened, right?"
Hearing the embarrassed question, Chen Xuan's lips curled into a mischievous smile. He walked to the bedside and sat down, deliberately keeping a straight face, and said, "Yes, nothing happened. The deal is done, and you should leave now."
"What?" Lin Yuyao immediately objected upon hearing this, no longer caring about modesty or innocence. She leaped out of the covers and pounced on Chen Xuan from behind like a cat with its fur standing on end, locking her arms around his neck tightly. Her tone carried a hint of spoiled threat: "Really? Are you sure you don't want to think about it again? Like... the promise someone made last night?"
Chen Xuan rolled his eyes helplessly and gently pinched her slender and soft waist with his other hand.
"Ah!" Lin Yuyao was extremely ticklish, so she immediately let go, but she was still not convinced. With a quick glance, she pounced on him again.
This time, Chen Xuan was prepared. With quick reflexes, he turned to the side, his arms slightly outstretched, and the delicate, cool body of the young girl fell firmly into his arms.
"You big bad guy! Let me go!" A familiar yet unfamiliar male scent filled her nostrils, carrying a faint smell of alcohol and a refreshing scent of herbs. Lin Yuyao's heart skipped a beat. She frantically pounded on Chen Xuan's chest with both hands, while the skin on her ears and neck turned as red as if it were about to bleed. Even her voice had a soft, nasal tone.
Chen Xuan looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms, who was almost naked, and a rare tenderness appeared in his eyes. He leaned close to her delicate ear and gently blew a warm breath: "Last night, you and I confirmed our feelings and became Daoist partners. How can you deny it as soon as you wake up, Yao'er?"
In reality, it was Lin Yuyao who attempted suicide for him last night and, in a moment of emotional breakdown, confessed her feelings to his face, which is why he nodded in agreement.
But she was, after all, a naive young girl, and Chen Xuan couldn't bear to let her feel that he was being presumptuous, so he deliberately spoke as if he had taken the initiative himself.
Lin Yuyao was incredibly intelligent; she immediately understood his thoughtfulness. A warm feeling welled up in her heart, and she immediately stood up, wrapping her arms tightly around Chen Xuan's neck and burying her face in the crook of his shoulder. At this moment, no words were needed; a thousand words were conveyed in this silent embrace.
Chen Xuan inhaled the unique fragrance emanating from her, a fragrance that was distinctly her Qilin Divine Body. The scent was crisp yet warm, lingering around his nose and stirring his heart. His hands involuntarily reached out to caress her smooth, porcelain-like back, and the touch of his fingertips sent a delicate shiver down his spine.
"You big bad guy...it's so itchy...hehe..." Lin Yuyao couldn't help but twist her delicate body, her soft breasts inadvertently touching Chen Xuan's chest frequently, bringing a heart-pounding tingling sensation.