The Young Zhang Wuji of Jiuyang Valley and the Two Heroines of the Snow Ridge, Part 12

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**************** ... Wu Qingying: "Ambiguous scenes best showcase a talented actress's skills. This role is perfect for me. Sister Zhen can only play drunken rape or drugged rape scenes." Audience: "Bullshit, hurry up and xxx!" Zhang Wuji: "I love hearing that! Ladies and gentlemen, long time no see, I've missed you all so much! This time we're going to act out adultery..." Audience: "Bullshit, you haven't left." Zhang Wuji: "I can responsibly tell you all, there won't be any adultery in these two episodes." Audience: "Get out! If you can't do it, find someone else!" Wei Bi: "I can do it, I can do it! Let me do it, I'll make sure there's adultery in this episode! Let me do it..." Wu Qingying: "Go to hell! Little brother, let's go inside and discuss the script. I have a lot of ambiguous scenes I want to work out with you." Audience: "Hurry up and xxx, hurry up and xxx..." ********** ... After eating the mutton, she felt a surge of heat throughout her body. Her clothes, damp with sweat from the day, clung uncomfortably to her skin. Annoyed, she didn't wake Wei Bi for food and instead went to bathe in the pool. As her small hands gently rubbed her body, Wu Qingying felt her delicate frame gradually grow hotter, a ticklish sensation spreading from between her legs. Suddenly, a desire to release arose within her. Her pretty face flushed as she looked around. Under the bright moon and sparse stars, only the gently rippling pool and swaying reeds remained, as if she were the only one left in the world. She couldn't help but bite her petal-like red lips, her small hands brushing over her smooth, white belly, moving towards her crotch. As her slender fingers pressed against that small red bud, Wu Qingying couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Suddenly, a thick, long, white object flashed through her mind, and her eyes became hazy. Like her private parts, the object was smooth and bare at its base… Under the nimble kneading of her small hands, the clitoris inside her vulva began to swell with blood, slowly growing larger, and ripples gradually spread across the pool of water surrounding her jade-like buttocks. … With a sharp cry of “Ah!”, Wu Qingying’s delicate body trembled violently. After a while, as the tide of desire gradually receded, Wu Qingying breathed a satisfied sigh of relief. Her legs felt weak, and she could barely stand in the water. Her jade-like skin was covered in fragrant sweat, glistening with moisture. She squatted down in the water, wiping away the vaginal fluid flowing from her vulva. After her climax, Wu Qingying felt her mind become exceptionally clear, and her mood became much more relaxed. As she wiped the sweat from her body, a sudden, strange intuition arose in her heart. It seemed... it seemed someone was spying on her. Slightly flustered, she didn't turn her head, but her eyes glanced towards the source of the gaze. Although she couldn't see anything clearly, Wu Qingying clearly felt a pair of eyes greedily staring at her from the reeds not far away, their gaze burning as if it were tangible. She was instantly filled with shame and anger, thinking to herself, "That damned man, he only drinks all day and never hunts, making me do everything, not only making me help him... but also spying on me..." Then she thought, "No, he was still fast asleep when I came out. Even if he was awake, he should have eaten something first. Besides, this place is far from the hut, he couldn't have found it so quickly... So who is this person? Could it be... that he actually... actually saw me molesting myself... What should I do?" Wu Qingying squatted in the water, thinking, her pretty face blushing crimson. She dared not get up, hoping the person would leave soon. However, the feeling of being watched seemed to linger, and Wu Qingying's heart grew uncertain. Wu Qingying waited for a long time, until her body felt numb from the icy pool water. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer. She glared at the source of the gaze, then quickly climbed ashore. Not daring to wipe the water droplets from her body, she hastily put on her robe and boots, then grabbed the rest of her clothes and ran towards the hut. Only when she approached the hut did Wu Qingying slow down. Looking at her smooth, rounded legs beneath her robe, her heart pounded with a mixture of shame and confusion. Because of the water droplets, her robe clung tightly to her firm, pert buttocks, swaying rhythmically with her movements. Her two smooth, shapely legs swayed back and forth like jade pillars under the moonlight. In the reeds, those lustful eyes greedily watched Wu Qingying's running figure, his genitals throbbing painfully, as if about to burst. Wu Qingying put on her trousers and went to the hut, finding Wei Bi sitting by the stove eating the mutton she had cooked. Seeing Wu Qingying return, Wei Bi said between bites, "This mutton has such a strong smell!" "If you don't like the smell, then don't eat it! Go catch some fish like Zhang Wuji!" Wu Qingying retorted angrily, then ignored Wei Bi and went into the hut. ... "Ooh..." With a low, hoarse roar, Wei Bi slumped limply onto the bed. Looking at the murky, fishy-smelling slime on her hands, Wu Qingying felt a surge of irritation. The next morning, Wei Bi reheated yesterday's mutton and ate it with Wu Qingying. Since there were enough lambs for several days, Wu Qingying didn't bother looking for food. She was just about to invite Wei Bi to go for a walk outside and pick some fruit. Unexpectedly, whether it was because he had a sore throat from eating lamb or something else, Wei Bi suddenly became very aroused after finishing his meal. He eagerly pulled Wu Qingying aside and begged her to use her hand to soothe him. Wu Qingying was quite annoyed, but remembering her anger at Wei Bi the day before and the fact that she hadn't let him caress her for many days, she suppressed her anger and half-heartedly gave him a handjob. However, in his excitement, Wei Bi accidentally ejaculated on Wu Qingying's hand. Knowing that Wu Qingying disliked semen, and seeing the look of disgust on her pretty face, he could only lie there dejectedly without saying a word. Wu Qingying looked at Wei Bi's limp, dark penis, covered in sticky, foul-smelling fluid, a truly disgusting sight. She hastily wiped her hands with the straw Wei Bi had laid out, then left the house to wash them by the pool. While washing her hands, Wu Qingying inexplicably recalled Zhang Wuji's thick, long, white penis, and felt a surge of desire. Remembering the burning gaze he had given her while bathing yesterday, Wu Qingying felt her body heat up. After washing her hands, she returned to the front of the house and glanced casually at the corner of the wall, suddenly noticing several large cracks in it.

Wu Qingying was startled and quickly went inside, only to find Wei Bi lying on the bed, half asleep. She quickly woke him up, saying, "Senior brother, wake up! The walls of this house are cracked badly. Should we find a way to repair them?"

Wei Bi lazily opened his eyes and said, "Are you alright?"

Wu Qingying said, "What if it collapses?"

Wei Bi said, "There's little rain in autumn, so don't worry. We'll deal with it next year."

Wu Qingying said anxiously, "What about winter? The cracks in the walls are letting in drafts; it'll be very cold."

"We'll deal with it when it gets cold. Junior sister, ah... I'm so sleepy. I'll take a nap. The weather is so nice; why don't you go for a walk?" Wei Bi said, yawning.

Wu Qingying was slightly annoyed, but ignored Wei Bi. Thinking that there was enough mutton for a few more days, she wasn't in a hurry to find food and began to stroll along the edge of the pool.

The autumn air was crisp and clear, the sky a clear, deep blue. Although the valley was no longer as hot as in summer, it remained lush and verdant, the green tinged with a hint of ink. The turquoise waters of the cold pool rippled in the wind, appearing even more profound and weighty.

"Autumn is slowly approaching. Aren't you and Minister Wei preparing some food for winter?" Seeing the occasional wildflowers among the lush trees, Wu Qingying felt a surge of anxiety. She hadn't stored any food yet, and her initial cheerful mood was now dampened.

"Clatter...clatter..." Just as she reached the south side of the pool, Wu Qingying suddenly heard the sound of something falling from the depths of the woods. Curious, she slowly walked towards it.

Deep in the woods, a tall tree shook violently, its branches laden with yellowish-green fruit. Wu Qingying had tasted the fallen fruit before; it was bitter and inedible. Looking up, she saw Zhang Wuji, shirtless, standing on a thick branch, shaking the trunk with both hands, fruit falling with each swing. Wu Qingying

quickly hid behind a tree, thinking, "What's he doing with all this fruit? Aren't these inedible?" Thinking this, she looked up again. Under the bright sunlight, dappled shadows of swaying leaves outlined Zhang Wuji's profile, his shoulder muscles bulging with each effort. His thick hair cascaded over his shoulders, giving his handsome, youthful appearance a touch of wildness.

"Yo-ho!" Zhang Wuji suddenly let out a long, loud cry.

Zhang Wuji's clear, resonant roar made Wu Qingying's heart skip a beat. She hesitated for a moment behind the tree, then suddenly gritted her teeth and stepped out as if making a firm decision.

Zhang Wuji was vigorously shaking the tree, and green and yellow fruits rained down from it. A cool autumn breeze brushed against his broad chest, and the unrestrained exertion of his power made him feel exceptionally refreshed, causing him to let out a whoosh.

"Little Brother Wuji, hello!" Wu Qingying stood under the tree, tilting her head up to greet Zhang Wuji in a clear voice.

Zhang Wuji looked down and saw Wu Qingying standing gracefully under the tree, her beautiful face upturned, bathed in sunlight, exceptionally charming and captivating.

Upon seeing Wu Qingying, Zhang Wuji's heart immediately surged with hatred. He coldly said, "What are you doing here? What wicked scheme are you plotting now?"

Wu Qingying was slightly taken aback, then smiled charmingly, "Little brother, are you still holding a grudge against me? I didn't do anything to you!"

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, and her pink lips parted and closed, as beautiful as flower petals.

Zhang Wuji's heart instantly burned with rage. He swung his arms and leaped down from the tree like a roc spreading its wings, standing in front of Wu Qingying. He shouted, "Didn't do anything to me? Tell me! How did you frame Grandpa White Ape that day?" With

Zhang Wuji standing in front of her, Wu Qingying realized that he was already half a head taller than her, and a sense of oppressive power washed over her. She took a step back and replied somewhat flusteredly, "It wasn't my idea."

"Then whose idea was it?" Zhang Wuji took a step forward and continued to ask.

Wu Qingying panicked even more, blurting out, "It was Zhu Jiuzhen." But as soon as the words left her mouth, she suddenly thought, "How did he know we harmed the white ape? Could it be that Zhu Jiuzhen told him? Or my senior brother?

Oh no, this is bad, this is troublesome..."

Wu Qingying then thought that she had just delivered herself into this mess, and she felt both ashamed and angry. She secretly pondered how to escape, but couldn't think of a good idea for a moment, and became even more anxious.

Zhang Wuji was taken aback when he heard Wu Qingying say it was Zhu Jiuzhen, thinking, "Could it really be Zhu Jiuzhen's idea?"

Wu Qingying glanced at Zhang Wuji and saw him standing there blankly, which made her slightly puzzled. Then she heard Zhang Wuji say, "Go away, I hate seeing you!"

Wu Qingying secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't understand the reason for Zhang Wuji's change of attitude, she knew that she had passed this hurdle.

"Little Brother Wuji, shall I help you pick some fruit?" Seeing Zhang Wuji turn around, Wu Qingying suddenly mustered her courage and said.

"No need. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Zhang Wuji turned around upon hearing this, stunned.

Wu Qingying's eyes flickered, and she said with a pitiful expression, "Little Brother, you're a good person, you won't kill me. If you wanted to kill me, you would have killed us long ago."

Looking at Wu Qingying's charming and delicate appearance, Zhang Wuji's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, and he said, "You should leave, I don't want to see you!"

"Don't want to see me? You don't want to see me, yet you... you still peeked at me while I was bathing?" Knowing that she was no longer in danger, Wu Qingying looked at Zhang Wuji's still somewhat immature and cold face, but for some reason, she had a teasing thought and blurted out. After saying that, Wu Qingying suddenly realized her slip of the tongue, her pretty face immediately turned as red as a spoon, and she quickly covered her petal-like lips with her two slender white hands, lowering her head, not daring to look at Zhang Wuji.

Upon hearing Wu Qingying's question, Zhang Wuji was instantly embarrassed and speechless. Suddenly, the image of her naked body from the previous night flashed through his mind, causing his heart to pound uncontrollably. His penis quickly hardened, creating a prominent tent in his trousers.

Wu Qingying glanced at Zhang Wuji's awkward expression and then stole a look at his erection. Her pretty face flushed slightly with embarrassment, but a hint of pride also welled up inside her. Seeing his hesitation, she quickly pressed her advantage, saying, "Little brother, since I have nothing else to do, I'll help you pick some fruit as a small token of my apology."

...

The two remained silent for a moment. One shook the fruit from the tree, while the other gathered it into his basket, both their hearts pounding, each lost in their own thoughts.

Before long, it was noon, and both of Zhang Wuji's baskets were full of fruit.

Zhang Wuji jumped down from the tree. Wu Qingying's beautiful eyes darted around, and she said to him, "Little brother, it's getting late, I'll head back now." However, she didn't move after saying that.

Zhang Wuji saw Wu Qingying looking at him with eyes as bright as spring water, and his heart skipped a beat again. He said, "It's almost noon, is Master Wei cooking for you?"

Wu Qingying was annoyed when Zhang Wuji mentioned Wei Bi, and said reproachfully, "Him? All he does now is drink all day long, he doesn't do anything. I wonder if he

's sober yet." Zhang Wuji's heart skipped another beat when he heard this, and he blurted out, "Then how about I treat you to fish for lunch? Otherwise, you'll have to cook when you get back, and besides, it's already past noon, and it's quite a distance back to the hut." After saying that, he looked at Wu Qingying with a hint of expectation.

Wu Qingying was secretly delighted upon hearing this; she had been waiting for Zhang Wuji to say just that. However, she pretended to hesitate for a moment before smiling and saying, "Then

I'll trouble you, little brother. It's been so long since I've had your grilled fish, hehe." Zhang Wuji was also secretly pleased and quickly replied, "No problem, no problem. I haven't even thanked you for helping me pick the fruit yet. Please wait a moment, Miss Wu, I'll go catch a fish." With that, he quickly walked towards the lake.

Watching Zhang Wuji's departing figure, Wu Qingying breathed a long sigh of relief, her heart seemingly at peace. A smug smile curved her petal-like lips, and her exquisitely beautiful face flushed.

Zhang Wuji caught a white fish, returned to the spot, skillfully scaled and gutted it, and placed it on the campfire to grill. The aroma of the fish slowly permeated the forest, making Wu Qingying's stomach rumble twice.

"Miss Wu, have you and Master Wei started preparing for the winter?" Looking at the exquisitely beautiful face before him, so delicate and innocent yet subtly alluring, Zhang Wuji felt his throat dry and asked Wu Qingying, trying to make conversation.

"Not yet..." Hearing the name Master Wei, Wu Qingying felt a surge of annoyance and pouted her petal-like pink lips. Not wanting to continue the conversation, she picked up a yellowish-green fruit from the basket and asked Zhang Wuji, "Little brother, what kind of fruit is this?"

Zhang Wuji glanced at the fruit, his gaze lingering for a moment on the smooth, jade-like hand holding it before swallowing hard and saying, "It's a walnut."

"A walnut?" Wu Qingying was puzzled, turning the fruit in her hand to examine it. In her memory, walnuts were dark brown and smaller than this.

Zhang Wuji took the fruit from Wu Qingying's hand and gently squeezed it. With a soft "snap," the fruit cracked open, revealing a dark brown peel inside.

"So walnuts have a shell on the outside!" Wu Qingying exclaimed in surprise, her round eyes wide with astonishment, her pink lips slightly parted.

Zhang Wuji smiled slightly, then pinched the walnut's thin shell with his thumb and forefinger, revealing the golden flesh. He handed the walnut back to Wu Qingying, who took it.

When Zhang Wuji's palm touched Wu Qingying's small hand, a soft and smooth sensation washed over him, as delicate as a baby's skin. Zhang Wuji felt a tickle in his heart and couldn't help but stroke the back of Wu Qingying's hand.

Wu Qingying's pretty face flushed slightly, and she glanced at Zhang Wuji with a look that was half-scolding and half-punishing, then put the walnut meat in her mouth and chewed it, finding the walnut meat oily and crisp, leaving a fragrant aftertaste.

Zhang Wuji had just touched Wu Qingying on impulse, and only after their hands separated did he realize his heart was pounding. He quickly lowered his head, continuing to eat the grilled fish while savoring the soft, smooth feeling that lingered in his heart. His interactions with Wu Qingying were far less than with Zhu Jiuzhen, and he didn't harbor the same hatred for her as he did for Zhu Jiuzhen.

Wu Qingying's beauty was no less than Zhu Jiuzhen's, yet she possessed a blend of innocent innocence and alluring charm. Every word, every action, every smile carried a captivating allure.

Wu Qingying ate a walnut, glanced at Zhang Wuji, and noticed his handsome face slightly flushed as he turned the grilled fish. A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. She took another walnut from the basket, examined it in her palm, and found that the top had slightly cracked, revealing a dark brown shell inside.

"Little brother, could you make me another one?" Zhang Wuji was impatiently grilling fish when he suddenly heard Wu Qingying's delicate, clear voice. He looked up and saw Wu Qingying smilingly extending her small hand, holding a walnut in her palm. Her small hand holding the walnut was as exquisite and delicate as naturally crafted jade.

Suppressing his racing heart, Zhang Wuji touched it, feeling Wu Qingying's hand tremble slightly. His blood surged, and he gripped her hand slightly tighter. Wu Qingying suddenly pulled away, whispering, "Little brother, could you make one for me?" Then she

handed him the walnut again.

This time, Zhang Wuji dared not presume, took the walnut, and made it for Wu Qingying. Vinegar-coated glutinous rice? He held a slender finger, white as snow, smooth as jade, beautiful as an orchid, in his palm. Just as he was captivated by her beauty, he suddenly felt a tickle in his palm; a slender finger was gently scratching it. Looking at Wu Qingying again, he saw her face like the morning glow, her lips like spring flowers, her beautiful eyes like autumn. Zhang Wuji's heart was instantly stirred. He quickly closed his fingers, enveloping her delicate hand in his palm, as if holding a small sparrow, as if it would fly away if he didn't hurry.

This time, Wu Qingying didn't struggle; she let Zhang Wuji hold her hand. The two were silent for a moment, heads bowed, feeling the strange touch on their hands and the intense pounding of their hearts.

Although Zhang Wuji no longer hated Zhu Jiuzhen, he had previously harbored a complex mix of love and hate;

he had been wary of Wu Qingying before, but now, knowing his skill far surpassed hers, he was no longer afraid of her.

However, Wu Qingying's unique allure stirred within him a surge of youthful infatuation. He hadn't expected her to actively flirt with him; his heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, an unbearable itch—a feeling he'd never experienced even with Zhu Jiuzhen. He held Wu Qingying's small hand, feeling a fine sweat slowly forming on his palm. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, yet he was also hesitant and unsure how to proceed.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Wu Qingying suddenly murmured, "Is the fish cooked?"

Zhang Wuji snapped out of his reverie, seeing the white fish already golden brown, its aroma filling the air. Reluctantly, he released Wu Qingying's hand.

...

Using a leaf to hold the fish, Wu Qingying took a small piece with the bamboo chopsticks Zhang Wuji offered and placed it in her mouth. It was incredibly smooth and tender, making her mouth water. She greedily chewed, her petal-like lips glistening with oil, a rosy and alluring red.

Zhang Wuji took out a jar from behind him, unsealed it, and the aroma of wine immediately filled the air. He poured the monkey wine into a bowl and said to Wu Qingying, "Miss Wu, would you like some?"

Wu Qingying glared at Zhang Wuji and said coquettishly, "Still calling me Miss Wu?"

"Then what should I call you?"

"Call me Sister Qing."

"Sister Qing..."

"Hmm." Wu Qingying glanced at Zhang Wuji with a half-smile and said, "I don't want any, you drink."

Zhang Wuji ate fish while pouring himself a drink, feeling his heart beating much faster than usual. The smoothness of holding Wu Qingying's soft hand was still lingering in his mind. He wanted to hold that fair hand again, but he seemed to lack the courage. He couldn't help but think, "Why am I so timid? Why am I not like that when I'm with Sister Zhen..." Lost in thought, Suddenly, Wu Qingying said, "Oh dear, it's already Mid-Autumn Festival, why is it still so hot?"

Zhang Wuji was taken aback, thinking, "Hot?" Then he heard Wu Qingying say, "Little brother, let me have some of your wine too, to cool down."

Zhang Wuji looked at Wu Qingying and said awkwardly, "But I only brought one bowl."

Wu Qingying's pretty face flushed slightly, and she said somewhat shyly, "It's alright, it's too hot to carry around." As she spoke, she picked up a leaf and fanned herself by her ear.

Zhang Wuji finished the wine in his bowl, poured half a bowl again, and handed it to Wu Qingying. Wu Qingying took the wine bowl, smiled sweetly, and brought the rough bowl to her lips. After taking a few sips, she said, "Although this monkey wine is brewed by monkeys, what other wine in the world can compare to it?"

Zhang Wuji took the wine bowl that Wu Qingying had finished drinking from and said with interest, "So, Miss Wu..." He was interrupted by Wu Qingying before he could finish speaking: "Still calling me Miss Wu?"

Zhang Wuji quickly smiled and said, "Sister Qing, please forgive me. I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about wine."

Wu Qingying glanced at Zhang Wuji with a flirtatious look and said, "No, it's just that my father loves wine, and I've picked it up from him, so I know a little about it..." As she spoke, she noticed Zhang Wuji staring intently at the rim of the bowl. Following his gaze, she saw a crescent-shaped water mark on the rim—

her lip print from just now, left from drinking. "Why is he looking at my lip print? Does he dislike me?" Just as this thought crossed her mind, Wu Qingying noticed Zhang Wuji casually bring the water mark to his lips, pretending to drink as he pressed her lip print against his own.

Instantly, a strange heat surged from her lower abdomen, quickly spreading throughout her body. Whether it was the aftereffects of the monkey wine or something else, Wu Qingying felt a dryness in her mouth. She drank another half bowl of wine Zhang Wuji offered, feeling even more intense heat within her. She stood up and said to Zhang Wuji, "This wine is very strong; it makes me even hotter. Little brother, I'm going to wash up by the pool." With that, she turned and walked towards the lake. As she walked, her heart pounded wildly, burning hot. She thought to herself, "This little devil isn't a good person either, actually… actually ate my saliva

… he must have learned bad habits from Zhu Jiuzhen…" Suddenly, she felt two gazes lingering on her back, their intensity as if trying to penetrate her clothes. A surge of shame and itch rose within her, but she didn't dare turn back, only quickening her pace towards the pool.

Wu Qingying washed her face by the pool, feeling much cooler. She took a deep breath, stood up, but found herself swaying slightly, her feet light. The heat slowly spread through her body again, and she thought, "This wine is very strong." So she washed again before turning back.

As Zhang Wuji drank wine and ate fish, he felt an unnamed fire burning and surging within him. The wine, chilled by the pool, seemed to only intensify the heat within him, rather than provide relief. He heard rustling footsteps, looked up, and saw Wu Qingying returning.

Wu Qingying wore a black silk robe, a stark contrast to her snow-white skin. Her beautiful hair was loosely tied back with a ribbon, her eyes like pools of autumn water, her pupils like ink dots. Her freshly washed face was clear and delicate, her jade-like white skin flushed with a hint of intoxication.

The autumn sun cast dappled light overhead, and Wu Qingying, petite yet exquisitely graceful, moved with the grace of a lotus flower, her hips swaying gently like a willow, exuding a captivating and alluring aura.

Her innocent, delicate face and the alluring, fox-like charm emanating from her very being combined... Zhang Wuji was dumbfounded, speechless.

"Aren't you infatuated with Zhu Jiuzhen? Watch how I make you lose your mind, let you know who's more..." Wu Qingying felt the warmth of the wine flooding her mind. Looking at Zhang Wuji's infatuated expression, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, a sudden, inexplicable sense of satisfaction and a strange desire to conquer rising within her. The Wu family

was a renowned martial arts family, a prestigious clan for generations, enjoying great prestige in the Northwest martial arts world. Although Wu Qingying was cunning, the Wu family had strict upbringing, and she had been taught from a young age how to grow into a refined young lady. Therefore, in everyone's impression, Wu Qingying had always been a virtuous and dignified figure. Even in front of Wei Bi, who would become her husband, Wu Qingying remained noble and elegant. With just a few subtle maneuvers of feigned indifference, she had Wei Bi completely under her thumb, making him eager to possess her while she remained chaste. However, bound by societal constraints, she dared only use these subtle tactics secretly and cautiously.

Zhang Wuji was no longer the servant boy outside the valley or the frail youth he had been when he first entered. In just over half a year, he had become tall, strong, handsome, and his martial arts skills had inexplicably improved significantly. Yet, the naiveté and awkwardness Zhang Wuji displayed before Wu Qingying today suddenly gave her a renewed sense of control and desire. In the secluded valley, freed from the constraints of family rules and etiquette, this desire took root in Wu Qingying's heart, sprouting and growing rapidly like wild grass.

Of course, Wu Qingying knew that Zhang Wuji had grown into a wild and untamed horse. Trying to tame him carried a great risk of disaster, potentially leading to self-destruction. However, this only fueled her excitement.

She gracefully approached Zhang Wuji, only to suddenly notice a large tent pitched between his legs. Her heart pounded, and she felt a surge of shyness, thinking to herself, "This little lecher..." Yet her beautiful eyes remained fixed on the erection, her long eyelashes fluttering as if captivated.

Reaching Zhang Wuji, she saw his handsome face flushed, his eyes burning with desire as he surveyed her body, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt as if her silk skirt couldn't shield her from his intense gaze, and her body grew even hotter, her breathing quickening.

As Wu Qingying walked past Zhang Wuji, she suddenly stumbled, as if drunk, and fell beside him. Her small hand inadvertently brushed against Zhang Wuji's crotch, lightly touching the erect tent. The hard, prominent erection sent shivers down Wu Qingying's spine, the intense sensation almost suffocating her. A thrilling excitement, like playing with fire, and a triumphant thief's pleasure surged through her simultaneously.

Zhang Wuji, despite the layer of his pants, felt a tingling sensation, like electricity, coursing through his spine and spreading throughout his body. He let out a low growl.

Wu Qingying gasped for breath, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears, and asked in a sweet voice, "What's wrong, little brother?"

Zhang Wuji was embarrassed and said, "Nothing...nothing..."

Wu Qingying seemed to only then notice the unusual height of his breasts, and asked with feigned surprise, "Eh, what's this?" As

soon as the words left her mouth, Wu Qingying regretted it, her pretty face burning hot. How could she have asked such a question? This was clearly teasing and flirting with Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji's handsome face immediately turned as red as if it were about to bleed. He quickly closed his legs and covered himself with his hands, stammering, "Nothing...nothing..."

Looking at Zhang Wuji's shy and flustered face, Wu Qingying felt a little smug, a mischievous smile appearing on her face, her petal-like lips curving upwards. Zhang Wuji's handsomeness was no less than Wei Bi's, but he appeared even more innocent and dashing, making Wu Qingying increasingly fond of him, her heart fluttering. She picked up the wine jar, poured half a bowl of wine, and said to Zhang Wuji, "Little brother, I have wronged you in the past. If you are willing to forgive me, drink this half-cup of wine." Saying this, she first took a sip herself, then held the remaining half-cup to Zhang Wuji's lips.

Zhang Wuji looked down and saw the lip print on her lips. How could he not understand Wu Qingying's thoughts? He was instantly captivated. He first glared at Wu Qingying with fiery eyes, then took the wine bowl and kissed the lip print.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's kiss, Wu Qingying felt a surge of anger, her reason gradually disappearing. Every word and action was controlled by an inexplicable emotion, yet she could not restrain herself. She looked at Zhang Wuji with a shy smile, her cheeks flushed, and said, "Little brother, haven't you said you forgive your sister yet?"

Zhang Wuji swallowed the wine in his mouth, feeling a sweet fragrance linger in his mouth, and couldn't help but say repeatedly, "Of course, of course."

Wu Qingying smiled charmingly at his words, rested her head on Zhang Wuji's shoulder, and said softly, "I'm so dizzy, maybe I'm drunk... Little brother, can I lean on you for a bit?" As she spoke, her small hand went to Zhang Wuji's crotch, as if casually resting on the edge of his erect penis.

"Oh," Zhang Wuji suddenly felt the strange sensation between his legs. He hadn't expected Wu Qingying to be so blatantly teasing him, and his body trembled. He let out a low growl, and the vague and itchy desire he had for Wu Qingying instantly became clear and restless. He mustered his courage, suppressed the wild beating of his heart, and quietly wrapped his hands around Wu Qingying's slender waist.

The extra hand around her waist made Wu Qingying both flustered and confused. She couldn't help but twist her delicate body, trying to calm the intense, throbbing pain in her heart. She felt like she was playing with fire, having fallen into a swamp of lust and sinking deeper and deeper, no longer able to control her words and actions. Her reason told her to struggle, but the stimulation of lust pushed her irresistibly to tease Zhang Wuji. She seemed no longer afraid of the potential danger, but even slightly yearned for it.

Although there was still a slight contradiction and struggle in her heart, the large and high thing in her hand brought Wu Qingying a criminal-like stimulation, like a devilish temptation. She felt her mouth dry, bit her petal-like pink lips, took back the wine bowl from Zhang Wuji's hand, her beautiful eyes moist as if about to drip water, glanced at Zhang Wuji, and said in a charming voice: "Little brother, then let me toast you again." As she spoke, she sipped her wine from the bowl.

Zhang Wuji was about to take back the wine bowl when he suddenly felt a fragrant breeze on his face, and instantly found himself in her arms. Wu Qingying twisted her slender waist and nestled into his arms, her pink and alluring lips pouting as she leaned in.

She pursed her small lips, moist with wine, and lightly rubbed them against Zhang Wuji's lips twice before slipping between them.

With a "boom," Zhang Wuji's mind went blank as if it had exploded. The extreme softness and moisture of her lips left him utterly captivated, and then a warm stream of wine flowed into his mouth.

The delicate body in his arms trembled lightly, and Zhang Wuji felt two soft mounds pressing gently against his chest. Though not as large as Zhu Jiuzhen's, they were still very elastic. He could hardly resist, and he enveloped Wu Qingying's lips in his own, greedily sucking.

Suddenly, something foreign entered her mouth. Wu Qingying was slightly startled, and her tongue entangled with the intruding tongue. Her tongue was even smaller and more agile than Zhu Jiu's, quickly becoming skilled after a moment of awkwardness, constantly teasing and tantalizing Zhang Wuji's lips and tongue. When Zhang Wuji withdrew his tongue, hers chased after him, probing into his mouth, igniting his burning desire; his erection felt as hard as iron, as if it were about to burst.

After a while, Wu Qingying's lips finally broke free from Zhang Wuji's mouth, panting softly, her beautiful eyes moist and glistening. Her long black hair, now unbound, was draped loose. She sat in Zhang Wuji's lap, panting heavily, and after a long while, she whispered to him with seductive eyes, "Little brother, what is this? It's so hard."

Zhang Wuji looked down and his blood surged; he saw that her jade-like hand had somehow covered the tent between his legs, gently caressing the tip.

Even through the cloth, Zhang Wuji felt an almost unbearable pleasure, letting out another groan. His right hand, no longer behaving itself, began to knead Wu Qingying's slender waist. He panted, mustering his courage, and asked with a smile, "Does Sister Qing like it?"

Wu Qingying's pretty face flushed, and she raised her beautiful eyes to glare at Zhang Wuji, scolding, "You little pervert, I've known for a long time that you have impure thoughts about me. Look at my eyes, so lewd..."

"Sister Qing is very beautiful!" Zhang Wuji chuckled, his heart pounding with a strange itch. Wu Qingying's alluring gaze, charming smile, and gentle reproach were captivating, far more alluring than the somewhat dull Zhu Jiuzhen.

"Then... do you know?" Wu Qingying had intended to ask, "Who is more beautiful, me or Zhu Jiuzhen?" but she abruptly stopped herself, changing the subject. She suddenly realized that she couldn't ask that question; Zhang Wuji probably still preferred Zhu Jiuzhen more.

"What?" Zhang Wuji asked.

"You know... we're the same..." Wu Qingying blurted out in a moment of quick thinking, though she didn't think twice.

"The same in what way?" Zhang Wuji asked curiously.

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