Drunken Beauty (Complete) (Simplified Chinese)

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The Drunken Beauty (Complete)

Chapter 1

The Guanye Tower in Jiangnan and the Luoxian Manor in Jiangbei each occupy half of the land, evenly matched and unwilling

to yield an inch . However, after more than a decade of open and covert struggles, neither side has gained any advantage, instead suffering the loss of many capable men.

In recent years, Luo Yuntian, the master of Luoxian Manor, has grown old and his hair has turned gray, making him much more peaceful . He is no longer as

arrogant and disdainful of others as he was in his youth, and he no longer seeks to provoke his arch-rival, the Guanye Tower. Compared to the conflicts in the martial world,

the old master is more worried about his precious daughter.

Everyone in the martial world knows that Luoxian Manor has three unparalleled treasures: the Crimson String, the Empty Sound Sword, and

the third is Luo Yuntian's beloved daughter, Luo Qingrong.

Ancient zithers and precious swords cannot compare to the smile of a beautiful woman. Legend has it that Luo Qingrong possesses unparalleled beauty, gentle grace, and is proficient in

all A beautiful daughter like her has attracted countless suitors since she turned fifteen. However,

the old master Luo, who has no sons, has been meticulously selecting his sons, his old eyes weary from the search, yet he still cannot find a suitable heir to Luoxian Manor among the idle

young men . He often sighs deeply on moonlit nights. Looking back on

the tumultuous past and gazing at the uncertain future, for some reason, he thinks of Guanye Tower.

To be honest, although he harbored deep resentment towards his old nemesis Su Ji of Guanye Tower,

he greatly admired the new leader, Su Muqing. Among the rising stars of the martial arts world, Su Muqing's skills undoubtedly

ranked among the top three. His feat of conquering eighteen mountain strongholds in the year he mastered his skills was still talked about among martial artists. After

taking over Guanye Tower, his temperament had become much calmer and more reserved, but his innate arrogance could not

be concealed. In the past few years, Guanye Tower had dabbled in both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds, getting involved in everything from money and grain to martial arts schools and escort agencies.

Its business grew larger and larger, gradually encroaching on the Jiangbei area and posing a considerable threat to Luoxian Manor.

However, this was precisely why Luo Yuntian admired Su Muqing. Although

he was quite unbalanced that the old bastard Su Ji could have such a handsome, outstanding, and talented son, it would be a win-win situation for both Luoxian Manor

and .

Stroking his goatee, Luo Yuntian pondered deeply.

***

In early spring, February, willows sprouted a hint of green, the thin ice on the river melted at sunrise, and the wind still carried a damp

chill.

Su Muqing opened the invitation card, embroidered with gold-painted pine and crane designs, her thin lips slightly pursed, a faint smile curving her lips.

"Whose invitation is this?" her friend Nangong Ning, sitting beside her, leaned over and asked curiously.

"Master Luo of Luoxian Manor is celebrating his birthday on April 16th." Su Muqing tossed him the invitation and beckoned to her personal

maid, Xiao Shuang. "Prepare a generous gift and send it to Luoxian Manor."

Nangong Ning played with the invitation, seemingly lost in thought. "In my opinion, the birthday celebration is just a pretext; the

real purpose is to find a husband for his daughter. Muqing, Master Luo has asked me about you several times; perhaps he truly intends to give you a pearl."

Su Muqing raised an eyebrow at him and said, "With the power of Guanye Tower, there's no need to rely on others."

"Two strong forces joining forces is never a loss." Nangong Ning stroked his chin and said, "Besides, Master Luo has no sons.

After a hundred years, Luoxian Manor will be yours for the taking."

Su Muqing gave a curt "Oh," completely ignoring his words. Nangong Ning knew that continuing would be like

casting pearls he waved his hand and went back to his room for a nap.

After checking the accounts, Su Muqing saw that it was still early, so he ordered his servants to prepare a horse. Without any attendants, he

rode out alone through the side gate and galloped to the outskirts of the city.

Seeing that no one was around, Su Muqing yawned and stretched lazily, quite unceremoniously.

As the renowned master of Guanye Tower, he actually had many constraints and untold hardships.

For example, he couldn't yawn or stretch in public, he couldn't use foul language, his expression couldn't be frivolous, he had to be impeccable in his

manners couldn't be greedy when gambling, he couldn't be lustful when visiting brothels, he couldn't make noise while eating, he couldn't burp while drinking soup

, he couldn't grind his teeth or drool while sleeping, he had to always maintain a calm, composed, and awe-inspiring demeanor. Even when he was daydreaming, he had to adopt

a mysterious and enigmatic expression. All of this had turned a naturally lively and flamboyant young swordsman into a

repressed pervert , appearing dignified in public and acting strangely in private.

If Luo Yuntian were to take a liking to him, it would only be a sign of his senility and poor judgment.

As for the three treasures of Luoxian Manor, he had little interest. Firstly, he was completely ignorant of music; the Zhuxian sword

would likely end up in the kitchen as firewood. Secondly, his family heirloom sword, "Changxiao," was comparable to the Kongyin sword.

Thirdly, while Luo Qingrong was beautiful, marrying a handsome, wealthy, and still somewhat unrestrained young

master like himself at twenty-four would be asking for trouble.

Having completely forgotten about Luoxian Manor, Su Muqing rode his horse aimlessly through the desolate countryside, sighing with boredom.

He prayed to the Bodhisattva for something to amuse him! Otherwise, he might do something that would incur divine wrath,

be universally condemned, and punishable by lightning.

Having finished harassing the celestial beings, Su, who was enjoying his good fortune without realizing it, was about to turn his horse around and return home when he suddenly

noticed a cluster of emerald green things on an old locust tree with intertwined branches by the mountain path. It was particularly

eye-catching in the desolate early spring landscape. He immediately perked up, spurred his horse over, bent down to pick up a small pebble, and flicked it with his index finger,

hitting the cluster of green things with just the right amount of force.

A cry of "Ouch!" rang out, and the bundle of flesh tumbled down from the tree, kicking up a cloud of dust. Coughing and yelling in

pain, it cried out, "Which blind bastard dares to ambush me?! Don't they want to die?!"

Su Muqing was secretly filled with remorse. He had initially thought it was some clothing or bundle hanging up there, but instead, he

had knocked down a grown man. He quickly dismounted, helped the man up, and apologized repeatedly, "I'm so sorry, so sorry!

I was blind for a moment, I deserve to die! Are you hurt, brother...?"

The man brushed the dust off his clothes, looked up, and their eyes met. Su Muqing was momentarily speechless.

It turned out that a man could also be so stunning!

Su Muqing, who considered herself to have seen all the beauties in the world, unconsciously held her breath, carefully examining the man's

handsome and extraordinary face—his eyebrows were slanted upwards, and his slightly upturned peach blossom eyes were bright and clear, full of charm and grace . His

eyes were pure and innocent, untouched by worldly affairs, yet they also carried a touch of deep-seated tenderness that made one's heart itch unbearably. He was like

a spring flower just beginning to bloom on a branch, shy and ignorant, or like a mimosa tree in full bloom under the moon, alluring and seductive, but not as

delicate . His brows carried three parts arrogance, three parts languor, and three parts blatant anger.

Su Muqing, who considered himself utterly devoid of homosexual tendencies, was stunned. His gaze slid over the man's fair, jade-like face, his

straight nose, and lingered on his beautifully shaped, pale pink lips, his mind filled with thoughts of what those lips would taste like.

The handsome man in green straightened up; though tall and slender, he was only an inch and a half shorter than Su Muqing

. Those moist, soft lips were within reach of a simple tilt of his head.

What am I thinking?!

Su Muqing banished his fantasies, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and said in a deep voice, "I am Su Muqing. I made a mistake and

offended you, brother. If you don't mind, please come with me to my residence for a short while, and I will summon a physician to examine you."

Only then did he notice that the man's hair was disheveled and his clothes were in disarray, as if he had just woken up. But in this weather,

who would go to take a nap under an old locust tree by the mountain path? Su Muqing frowned. He had initially thought it was just some pampered

young master climbing a tree to play around, but his intuition told him it wasn't that simple. First, the man was a complete stranger; second,

he had never seen such a seemingly incompatible combination of pure innocence and alluring fragrance

in one person.

Seeing his verdant attire, could he be a tree spirit?

The handsome man seemed to read his mind, flashing a radiant smile, and said, "You're not far off,

are you afraid, Young Master Su?"

Su Muqing returned a gentle and elegant smile, softly saying, "Brother, please don't tease me. May I ask your

honorable name ?"

With such a beauty before him, he didn't care what kind of demon or monster it was; he simply couldn't bring himself to be rude or speak disrespectfully.

A pair of captivating peach blossom eyes lingered on his face for a long time before softly saying, "My name is Mo Yan."

Su Muqing repeated it, then smiled and said, "So, we've met. Brother, would you do me the honor of returning to my residence

so I can host a banquet to apologize?"

Mo Yan glanced at the sky and said, "Young Master Su, there's no need for such formalities. A storm is brewing; please return."

Su Muqing wanted to say something more, but Mo Yan smiled faintly and leaned closer, whispering, "I'll come to see you tonight."

Su Muqing's heart stirred. He gave him a deep look, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, mounted his horse, and rode away.

His green shadow, even more vibrant in the twilight, remained—

"Truly, I've searched high and low, only to find it right under my nose! Muqing."

***

Back in his room, Xiao Shuang helped him change. Su Muqing ate a few bites absentmindedly, then

plunged into his study, books in hand, his mind filled with thoughts of Mo Yan, whom he had just met.

Would he come, or was it just a casual remark?

The lamp wick crackled, and a damp atmosphere filled the room. The patter of rain, filtering through the curtains, grew heavier.

Su put down his book, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the window, a faint sense of disappointment in his heart. The weather was uncooperative; it seemed that the man

was destined to stand him up.

The door creaked open, and Su Muqing's heart leaped with joy, only to be met with a gust of cold wind carrying fine

raindrops dampened the threshold.

A hint of displeasure clouded the handsome man's brows. Su Muqing forced himself to stop thinking about the strikingly handsome

man , standing there for a while before feeling bored. He closed the study door and went back to his bedroom to rest.

Outside, the fine rain instantly turned into a downpour, washing over the carved railings and jade steps. Xiao Shuang helped him to bed and

then went , leaving Su Muqing alone, listless and unable to sleep.

He was always a man of boundless energy; even the most demanding tasks were a piece of cake for him. Guanye Tower

was at its peak , and sometimes its stewards were so busy they could barely breathe, yet the tower master showed no signs of fatigue

. After several all-nighters, he remained refreshed and sharp-minded.

Such a man was bound to have beautiful women by his side. Su Muqing had numerous confidantes throughout Jiangnan, and several

beautiful and talented concubines in his household. In recent days, amidst his official duties, he had been preoccupied with accompanying Nangong Ning on her travels, unintentionally

abstaining from sexual activity for over ten days. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become so infatuated with a man.

Thinking this to himself, he didn't summon anyone to attend to him. Su Muqing leaned lazily against the headboard, thinking of

his beautiful and graceful concubines, and for some reason, felt unusually listless.

Had he truly been bewitched by Mo Yan? And what was that man's identity? Su Muqing put on his robe, got out of bed, and lit

the lamp.

The rules of the manor dictate that once the master retires, no one can disturb him, not even if the sky falls. And if he himself falls asleep,

even if comes as promised, he won't be able to get past the heavy guard. 　　A strange surge of emotion welled up

within him. The long night was lonely, and he couldn't sleep. He decided to allow himself this moment of recklessness;

what did it matter if he waited for him until dawn? With his eyes slightly closed, Su Muqing calmed himself, focusing his mind and spirit. Outside, the rain continued unabated; after midnight, a chill seeped into his skin. 　　Amidst the wind and rain, a gentle knock sounded at the door—a few soft knocks, polite and gentle. 　　Su Muqing frowned. Even with his keen hearing, he couldn't hear the footsteps. The person's lightness skill must be no less than his own. 　　With a flick of his palm, a slight release of inner force caused a gentle breeze to ripple through the half-open door. The doors, under the force of his palm, lightly tapped against the threshold. Su Muqing calmed his breathing and watched as the doors silently opened. Mo Yan stood in the doorway, dressed in a blue robe, her long hair flowing down her back, smiling at him. 　　The night breeze seemed to warm, and a growing sense of affection filled the air. Mo Yan closed the door behind her , smiling softly, "Young Master Su, I apologize for disturbing you so late at night." 　　"Why be so polite, Young Master Mo? Greeting someone on a rainy night is a refined affair," Su Muqing said, a slight smile playing on his lips. " The wind and rain are fierce, yet Young Master Mo's clothes remain dry. Truly impressive inner strength. I admire you." 　　Mo Yan's peach-like eyes shimmered, and she extended her wrist, saying, "Young Master Su, would you like to test me?" 　　(Pretending to be righteous!) Their eyes and brows were brimming with ambiguity, yet their exchanges were nothing but bland, empty pleasantries. 　　Su Muqing was mesmerized by the long, slender, white hand with its distinct knuckles. The fingers were delicate and smooth as jade, unlike her own calloused hand, hardened by years of martial arts training. Unconsciously, she touched Mo Yan's wrist. The delicate touch carried a strange pulse, unusual yet devoid of internal energy. The skin against skin suddenly burned with heat. Her fingers traced a path , slipping into the sleeve, the provocation unmistakable. 　　Mo Yan chuckled softly, as if tickled, a warm blush rising to his cheeks, bathed in a halo of light, a pure yet alluring charm. Su Muqing felt a surge of heat rush to her lower abdomen. With a slight pull, she dragged him down in front of her, caressing his handsome face, her voice low and husky: "Coming alone, aren't you afraid I'll tear you apart ?"

His slender, tall body nestled in his arms, a slight tremor even through the thin fabric. Mo Yan

gazed at him intently, his voice barely a whisper: "I came for you, Mu Qing, I love you."

His parting lips were quickly sealed by a kiss. The man's hot lips and tongue entwined with his own, both domineering and tender. His tongue parted Mo Yan

's lips, venturing deep inside, exploring every corner, teasing his bewildered tongue. His powerful breath filled

the air, and Mo Yan was kissed until he was dizzy. His arms wrapped around Su Mu Qing's neck, his body too weak to

stand . This suited the man perfectly; with a strong arm, he lifted Mo Yan up. Mo Yan gasped,

clinging to Su Mu Qing, afraid he might throw him off.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, burning with desire. Su Mu Qing

pressed Mo Yan down beneath him, flicking out the lamp. In the darkness, another fire began to ignite around them.

***

After their lovemaking, Mo Yan buried his face in Su Muqing's shoulder, his black hair tangled and disheveled, his cheeks still flushed with a drunken blush.

Out of pity for his youthful shyness, Su Muqing didn't indulge in a passionate release, mindful of his feelings. He only tasted

the pleasure of their union briefly before stopping, holding Mo Yan close to calm his breathing, secretly thinking that there would be plenty of time in the future, and it wouldn't be good to hurt him.

Mo Yan's arms were around Su Muqing's neck, and he gently kissed his chin, whispering, "I thought... I

was going to die ..."

His throat was slightly hoarse from the moans and cries earlier, making him even more alluring in the darkness.

Su Muqing gently stroked his back, feeling a slight tremor beneath his hand. He chuckled softly, leaned in and nibbled at his

ear, asking, "Do you like it?"

"Mmm." Mo Yan was shy, but incredibly honest. "I like it. I like every

part ."

Long, warm fingers touched his lips, the man's deep, husky voice brushing against his ear, making his

bones : "Mo Yan, who exactly are you?"

Mo Yan nestled in his arms, giggling, and whispered, "I'm not human."

A hint of trepidation crept into his voice. Mo Yan held his breath, looking up intently at the other's expression. Su

Muqing said nothing, pushing him aside, putting on his robe, and getting out of bed.

His smile froze on his lips. Mo Yan stared helplessly at the man's tall back, a lump forming in his throat

, choking him and rendering him speechless.

With a soft "sizzle," Su Muqing lit the lamp, turned around with a smile, and said, "I want to

see what kind of little vixen has me so bewitched."

Mo Yan's flustered expression vanished instantly, and she smiled sweetly at him, propping herself up and looking at him languidly and obediently,

clearly an invitation.

Lifting the quilt, the body lying under the lamplight captivated his entire being.

Long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, partially obscuring her slender shoulders, her beautifully shaped collarbones, her slightly thin

chest, her narrow waist and hips, and her long, strong legs crossed. The piled-up quilt partially concealed the sleeping male features below her abdomen

, leaving a suggestive shadow, while the fair skin of her shoulders and neck was covered with red marks,

making her exceptionally pitiful.

"Are you a ghost?" A thick hand slid down his side, and Su Muqing shook his head and laughed. "I've heard that ghosts'

bodies are always cold, but you're so hot you feel like you're melting me."

His tall, muscular body loomed over him, and Mo Yan, embarrassed, curled up in a ball

, shivering under Su Muqing's shadow.

Noticing his coldness, Su Muqing took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, pulling him into his arms. He placed a hand on Mo Yan's right foot,

frowning he asked, "What happened here?"

An ugly scar stretched across

his thin ankle, clearly an old injury, quite unsightly. Mo Yan yawned, wrapping his arms around Su Muqing's waist, snuggling against him, and mumbled indistinctly

, "By a hunter... by bad guys."

He quickly corrected himself, his chin already captured. Su Muqing lifted his face, softly asking, "

Hunters ?"

Mo Yan wrinkled his nose, using both hands and feet to hug Su Muqing, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing his lower body, trying

to distract him.

Although the owner of Guanye Tower was somewhat of a womanizer, he wasn't so easily blinded by lust. Su Muqing flipped him over, pinning him down, his

large hand gliding over his flat stomach, gently caressing Mo Yan's gradually rising member, intending to repay him in kind

.

The handsome man, experiencing love for the first time, couldn't withstand such teasing; his breathing quickly became erratic, his eyes glazed over

like a dream , and he writhed uncontrollably.

"Tell me, who exactly are you?" Su Muqing refused to continue his caresses, his nimble fingers hovering

, never touching his trembling, burning member. Mo Yan bit his lower lip, his eyes welling with tears, struggling angrily,

but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape his clutches. In desperation, he simply closed his eyes, reaching for his burgeoning

desire.

Before he even reached his destination, a sudden wave of numbness washed over him, and he collapsed limply onto the bed, unable to move an inch.

He...he...he actually used a pressure point technique on him?!

Two tears welled up in Mo Yan's eyes, her gentle peach blossom eyes filled with grievance—how could someone be like this? She

had just taken advantage of him, and the next moment she turned on him and started interrogating him, using such despicable methods!

With a heart full of sorrow, Mo Yan sniffed a few times, then looked at Su Muqing's face—just like his own erection, showing

no sign of softening—a wise man knows when to back down. He rolled his eyes and began to make up a story:

Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was a temple, and in the temple lived an old monk and a young monk. The young monk was mischievous and restless.

To help him focus on his practice, the old monk gave him eighty-one scattered prayer beads to string together.

After stringing them, the young monk counted them and found there were only eighty beads. His master punished him by making him string them again, and so on, until there were still only eighty beads left. Fearing

his master's scolding, the young monk fled the monastery on a dark and windy night, but got lost in the mountains and forests and encountered bandits. He had no

choice to run for his life, but he was still wounded in the ankle by a willow-leaf throwing knife, leaving a scar.

"So, you're a little monk who grew his hair long and then left the monastic life?" Su Muqing asked thoughtfully. Seeing his expression

soften considerably, Mo Yan was overjoyed and readily agreed, begging him to release the pressure points. Su Muqing smiled wickedly,

calmly brushing against Mo Yan's burning hot body, saying, "How could a willow-leaf throwing knife injure your ankle? Were you

running through the air?"

Mo Yan was both anxious and angry, his mind becoming increasingly foggy. Just as he was racking his brains for a reason, Su Muqing pinched his...

A hand reached between his legs, pulled out something, and looked at him with a half-smile, saying, "Stop pretending,

little vixen, look at this thing."

Mo Yan stared wide-eyed, and was instantly struck dumb. He saw that what the hand held was a fluffy tail. Only then

did he belatedly feel a sharp pain in his groin. He cried out softly and pleaded, "Let me go."

"Let go?" Su Muqing's hand had just covered his manhood when she pulled away. Mo Yan was so anxious he was almost crying,

stammering, "No...don't leave...please...touch me..."

Seeing his pitiful state, Su Muqing felt a pang of pity and complied. Mo Yan gasped and

moaned softly, "Mmm...so good...ah...be gentle..."

Su Muqing chuckled, then moved closer to his intoxicated face with malicious intent, teasingly saying, "Little vixen,

your ears have grown too."

Mo Yan cried out softly, his burning desire instantly subsiding. He trembled with anger, saying, "You

scoundrel! I misjudged you! Release my pressure points now!"

Su Muqing shook her head, softly saying, "I added a fragrance to the lamp. Once the incense burns out, your true form will be

revealed. How could I miss that?"

Mo Yan's face turned deathly pale, and he cried out in alarm, "No...put out the lamp! I'll talk, I'll talk!"

Heavens! How could he be so unlucky?! The savior I finally found turned out to be

a hypocrite with a beast's heart!

Chapter Two

Picking out the unburnt incense stick, the lingering fragrance in the air faded slightly, making the pattering

rain outside the window seem even clearer.

Two pointed little ears perked up from Mo Yan's messy black hair, covered with a thin layer of downy hair that

felt incredibly soft to the touch.

Su Muqing teased his ear with one hand and twirled his tail with the other, smiling broadly. Mo Yan, remembering

his long-awaited arrival filled with anticipation, only to be seduced and then "deceived," lying naked on

the bed at his mercy, was overcome with sorrow. His gentle, jade-like face crumpled, and he sobbed a few times,

tears streaming down his face. The poor little demon choked out, "Let me go, I'll never bother you again ..." 　　Su Muqing smiled like a gentleman, but his actions revealed utter despicable malice. He reached his finger between Mo Yan's legs, dabbed at the remaining fluid, and said sternly, "You've already provoked me, taken advantage of me, and now you think

you can just walk away?" 　　It seemed the gods in heaven had taken pity on his loneliness and boredom, bestowing upon him this little treasure. He was unlikely to let go! 　　Mo Yan stammered, "What... I took advantage of you... It was clearly you... who... did this to me ..." 　　Su Muqing suppressed a burst of laughter, held up her fingers, which were covered in filth, and asked, "Whose things are on ?" 　　Mo Yan blushed, looked away, and answered awkwardly, "Yours." 　　"My things ended up with you, so naturally you got the better deal." Su Muqing was secretly laughing so hard she was about to cramp up, but her face remained serious. Mo Yan's eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "You're being unreasonable!" 　　"What makes you say that?" Su Muqing's expression hardened, startling Mo Yan into shutting his mouth as he listened to his nonsensical words. "This substance is the essence of a man's yang essence. If given to a woman of marriageable age, she can give birth to my child after ten months. Giving it to you is a waste." He pressed his lips to Mo Yan's cold, wet cheek and whispered, "For me, it's the hatred of killing my child." 　　Hearing him mention a woman of marriageable age, Mo Yan felt an unbearable pang of sorrow. He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, and sobbed, "Please let me go. I've loved you for so many years for nothing... I accept my bad luck ..." 　　Su Muqing paused, then reached out to wipe away his tears. He knew when to stop; if he went too far, there would be no more fun. He needed to think things through. 　　"Don't cry, Mo Yan." He released his pressure points, then pulled the trembling body into his arms— this little devil's cultivation was still shallow, and he seemed pure-hearted and a bit silly. Su Muqing couldn't bear to truly hurt him. He stroked his hair softly and asked, "You like me?" 　　"Mmm..." Mo Yan clung to him tightly, burying his tear-stained face in his chest. Su Muqing lifted his chin and asked, "Why?" His 　　clear eyes were now bright and transparent with tears. Mo Yan looked at him shyly for a moment and said, "You saved my life." 　　It was the old-fashioned hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress trope. Su Muqing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and said in a deep voice: "You offered yourself to me to repay my life-saving grace?" 　　Mo Yan shook his head, his face flushed crimson, his voice barely a whisper: "It's because I like you." 　　A soft, tingling sensation spread through his heart, like a gentle tickle. Su Muqing hugged him tighter, his eyes lighting up with a smile: "Really?" 　　Mo Yan nodded, rubbing his face against Su Muqing's chest, his expression and movements so similar— 　　"Are you a cat demon?" 　　Mo Yan stiffened, looking at him with a mixture of fear and love. Su Muqing tapped his forehead, saying, "What are you afraid of? If I wanted to take you in, why would I wait until now?" 　　The little demon nestled in his arms breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing against him with a look of infatuation, unknowingly igniting a fire in the man's lower abdomen. Su Muqing took a deep breath to calm himself, pressing down on his restless body, and asked: "When did I ever save you?" 　　Mo Yan smiled, her eyes crinkling, and shyly kissed his chin, saying, "Six years ago, in Broken Moon Valley, you saved a wild cat caught in a trap." 　　Su Muqing pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered that after completing his training, he had gone down the mountain and made enemies, only to be hunted down by them. He hid in Broken Moon Valley, and because he had run out of food, he found a trap in the hunter's hut and set it in the dense forest, hoping to catch a rabbit or a deer. However, after half a day, he only caught a small, jet-black wild cat that looked at him pitifully . Unsure if the cat meat was edible, Su Muqing released the silly cat with a look of dismay. What he had caught back then seemed to be— 　　"Hind leg...here?" Su Muqing held his ankle and gently stroked it. Mo Yan was pulled by one ankle , his legs spread wide, his lower body exposed to the cool air. He shivered and snuggled even closer to Su Muqing.

"Are you cold?" Su Muqing rolled over and pinned him down, his suppressed desire instantly taking over. One hand

slid down the other's beautifully sculpted shoulder and back, probing the deep, fiery secret place between his buttocks. Mo Yan arched

his body, his arms around Su Muqing's neck, his breath sweet and hot.

Hmm, although not the kind of savior this little cat considered, he had spared his life after all, so he was a

benefactor in a way. Su Muqing smiled, not intending to expose him—having been caught twice, it would be a real shame not to take advantage

of him now—Su Muqing lifted his slender, taut waist and began to savor the tender, juicy delicacy.

Spring rain pattered, the night was long.

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