The Charm of That Night

He stood motionless amidst a cluster of blooming flowers and lush trees, his figure obscured by the shadows of the forest. Yet, the bright
moonlight, filtering through the dappled foliage, faintly illuminated his agonizing, struggling face. Clearly,
he was utterly bewildered and frantic, his handsome features distorted.
However, the moonlight, clear as day, revealed everything it had cleansed. His blue Taoist robe and the faint remnants of
his Taoist appearance made him easily recognizable as none other than
Yin Zhiping, the current leader and future head of the Quanzhen Sect, the foremost sect in the land.
He should have been cultivating within the Quanzhen Sect, but instead, he stood lost in thought, his expression one
of .
All this was because there was an open space before him, the grass lush and green, glistening with dewdrops, pink peach
blossoms falling gently, and in the center of the grass, a woman in flowing robes and flowing black hair could be vaguely seen, her face pure and beautiful, captivating his
soul ethereal as a fairy, seemingly ready to take flight.
A peerless beauty, standing alone, detached from the world.
Yin Zhiping was a man of reserved emotions. He had grown up in the Quanzhen Sect, which was his entire dream and life
. Although he was still dressed as a lay disciple, he knew clearly and firmly in his heart that he
had already dedicated his life to the Quanzhen Sect, and nothing could touch his heart.
Encountering Xiaolongnu, this white-clad
woman who , was undoubtedly a cruel joke played on him by fate. He didn't resent this joke, even though he vaguely knew it
might overturn his carefully constructed life.
But regardless, at this moment, there was only one woman before him, a woman of pure beauty and captivating allure.
A woman conscious yet powerless to struggle, yet still retaining her cool composure, which only added a touch of melancholy to her already unparalleled
beauty, making her seem like a dream, a sight to behold and evoke pity.
He gazed intently at her, watching her ethereal face bathed in moonlight, sometimes as clear and pure as jade, sometimes
flushed like cinnabar. He guessed that she was working hard to open her acupoints; the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra was no ordinary technique. He thought to himself that he would probably
never be able to look at her so quietly again, on such a beautiful moonlit night, at such a close distance.
To his surprise, a long time had passed, and although he was so engrossed in the moment that he had forgotten the passage of time,
Xiaolongnu still hadn't released her pressure points on her own. Seeing the fleeting sadness in her eyes, tinged with
a hint of painful sorrow, he felt a deep ache in his heart. While secretly cursing Ouyang Feng's vicious pressure point technique, he couldn't help but feel a touch of relief, knowing
he could spend a few more moments with the woman of his dreams. A moment was eternity, at this moment.
He had never seen a woman like this before, so ethereal and forlorn, her
aloofness and coldness seemingly innate. Even so close, she felt worlds apart, unapproachable,
and untouchable.
He first met her at the Quanzhen Sect. At that time, they were dealing with a third-generation disciple who had committed a crime
. He thought his name was Yang Guo or something like that. He had heard that Yang Guo was taken in through Guo Jing's connections. He didn't care about
such things. Yang Guo was just a playboy. Besides, Yang Guo's master was Zhao Zhijing, whom he despised the most.
But why is this Yang Guo so favored by Heaven, causing the fairy to
become an enemy of their Quanzhen Sect because of him, even taking him into the Ancient Tomb, spending every day with him, and now living together as a couple...
No, she is a pure and innocent fairy, there is absolutely no way she could have any connection with this
good-for-nothing Yang Guo. At most, she just took pity on him because he had no home and kindly took him in. Right, aren't they
master ? But how can they have such an intimate relationship?
He could never forget the first time he saw Xiaolongnu. She was dressed in white, her eyes as pure as autumn water, yet as
cold as frost. Although she was enough to ignite a deep and unforgettable love in him, her otherworldly beauty kept
him at a distance, never daring to entertain too many fantasies.
But now, she stood gracefully against the wind amidst fragrant grass and peach blossoms, her snow-white clothes and jet-black hair adorned with pink
petals , like a fairy descended to earth. Finally, she completely captivated his hesitant and struggling heart. He dreamed
of a moonlit night within reach, and he decided to no longer hesitate, even if it meant eternally falling into the cycle of darkness.
He stumbled out of the dense forest, walking towards the fairy of his dreams struggling in the mortal world. One step, two steps,
three steps … He slowly approached, the closer he got, the more nervous he became, the more powerless he felt. He couldn't turn back.
Finally, he reached her back, close enough to hear her breath. He could already smell her
natural .
Raising his trembling hand, he slowly but firmly reached for her shoulder, his fingertips finding the right spot. He lightly touched her, then
withdrew, his body following suit, graceful as a startled swan. Heavens—he had finally touched and felt the fairy of his dreams' skin,
even though a layer of snow-white robes still separated them.
"Huh? Why is she still standing there so quietly? Could it be that her acupoints are still not released? Impossible, right? With
the profound martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect, how could they not even be able to release an acupoint from a mere Ouyang Feng? Could it be because his excitement
just now made him lose his composure and misjudge his strength? Or is it because his thoughts and actions have offended
the spirits of the ancestors of the Quanzhen Sect?" After a long while, seeing that Xiaolongnu still hadn't made a move, he became suspicious.
Finally, he couldn't resist and approached her again, this time as swiftly as when he had retreated. The
snow
-white dress concealed her delicate, jade-like shoulders. The slender, thin fabric, easily swayed by the spring breeze, further accentuated
Xiaolongnu's slender and shapely white breasts. He was taller than her, and looking over her neck from the side and behind, he could vaguely see two firm, protruding nipples adorning
Xiaolongnu's long, beautiful peaks. These sights, like two points of longing recognition, flew into his eyes and settled in his heart. Desire, like a dream in the dark night, grew wildly within him; all his pent-up desire for her swelled rapidly . Yet, he was bound by something, not yet at the breaking point. As he reached out to touch that exquisitely beautiful face, as serene as water flowing through a clear breeze or a mountain forest rustling in the wind, he hesitated , filled with apprehension. An inexplicable emotion welled up within him; he tried to struggle and resist, but nothing could change it. He could only temporarily allow it to dominate his heart. Fortunately, it was like a fleeting, irresistible beauty, like a night-blooming cereus, appearing and disappearing in an instant . A night breeze blew, and a strand of black hair fell, brushing against his hand that was about to touch her smooth, delicate face. As if startled, he quickly withdrew his hand, as if unwilling to desecrate this sanctity. A gentle breeze stirred, and petals fell, adorning the ground.

The room was ablaze with pink, and her beautiful, rosy cheeks were strewn with loose strands of hair, like the tassels
dangling .
A bright red phoenix crown, black tassels. Tonight, she was his bride! She could only be his bride!
Having made up his mind, he reached out and embraced her slender waist from behind, his cheeks
rubbing her smooth hair, inhaling her fragrant scent.
He murmured, as if in a dream, "Long'er, you are mine. No one can take you from my arms. Tonight,
I want you to be my bride!"
As he spoke, a surge of passion overwhelmed him once more. He casually untied the silk
scarf and gently covered her face and head. Subconsciously, he didn't want his holy fairy to see
his "filthy" and blasphemous behavior.
The grass was long and soft, and there was a flower bed covered with fallen petals, so Xiaolongnu's
body, which had been laid down, didn't feel uncomfortable at all. However, her starry eyes, which had been closed as she circulated her inner energy, felt something gently touching them
. When she slowly opened them, she couldn't see anything, even though she could see in the dark as if it were daytime. It was clearly covered.
At first, she suddenly realized that someone had opened their arms and hugged her tightly. At first, the man was extremely timid when they embraced
, but he gradually became more audacious and bolder, even greedily kneading her soft and reserved waist. She
was utterly terrified, wanting to cry out, but her tongue was too weak to move, and she had no strength to struggle. She was truly
filled with fear, shame, and indignation.
But things didn't end there. Even though her face was covered by a veil, she could still feel the man
intensifying his actions, kissing her cheeks and even her lips. Her first thought was
that Ouyang Feng had suddenly raped her, but when her face touched the man's, she noticed his skin was smooth, unlike Ouyang Feng's
full .
A sudden fright swept over her; her fear subsided, replaced by a growing lust. She thought, "So Yang Guo is too mischievous; he
's actually teasing me.
No wonder he didn't release his pressure points first and covered his face with a silk handkerchief—he was afraid I'd
scold him. Guo'er, you don't know how much your aunt loves you. No matter what you want, your aunt will
ultimately … allow it. You're such a mischievous little devil."
Lost in her own thoughts, Xiaolongnu watched as his hands continued their
activities
. Lost in her own reverie, she felt the hands around her waist becoming increasingly unruly, slowly beginning to undress her. Unable to move due to her pressure points being sealed, she could only submit, feeling both surprise and shyness.
Even if her pressure points were released, Xiaolongnu would likely be too weak to struggle, as she felt those
large hands caressing her possess a strange power that made her weak all over. Fortunately, she was lying on the ground; otherwise,
she would have had no strength to stand. Aside from Xiaolongnu's bewildered state, Yin Zhiping was also dumbfounded, deeply shocked
by the sight before him .
Before him stood the woman he had always dreamt of, yet even in his sweetest dreams, he had
never imagined she would appear before him in such a way:
her upper garment and undergarments had been pulled down to her waist, revealing a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, and
her round, pale navel resembled a strange, lost dream. In the depths of that dream,
hidden beneath the thin silk undergarments, a clump of soft, velvety spring grass was faintly visible, tangled and intertwined
with the complex thoughts that filled his heart at that moment. Spring Grass was dark and alluring, her skin as clear and lustrous as jade. This contrasted stunningly
with the soft, flowing hair cascading down her fair face , creating a breathtaking effect that subtly revealed a captivating allure and charm that stirred his heart. Although she was lying on her back, her pert, full buttocks still accentuated her slender waist. In Yin Zhiping's eyes , she seemed so delicate and frail, as if she could be held in his palm, and he felt that no words could adequately describe her unparalleled beauty. Even now, though veiled by a light gauze, her features are still vaguely visible: in the half-opened brows and eyes, between her slightly pursed lips and fluttering nostrils, a hazy, dreamlike spring scene is already unfolding. The dream is about to end, but the play is about to begin. His desire burns wildly, and even in his ecstasy, he remains acutely aware that the two crimson nipples standing atop the two snow-capped peaks, swaying and erect in the cool spring breeze, are a breathtaking allure, a heartbreaking beauty, especially against that snow-white, crystalline naked body. Moreover, although Xiaolongnu's face is not clearly visible at this moment, her expression is unmistakably shy and delicate. Otherwise, when the breeze lifted a corner of the veil, there would be no way to find that lingering —the alluring, dreamlike blush born of shyness. A touch of blush against her snow-white skin made her exceptionally pitiful, giving her an otherworldly quality. And since only shyness was visible, not anger, because no tear stains were visible on the veil, then she, in fact, didn't completely reject him , right? With this realization, Yin Zhiping's heart was bursting with joy, yet his actions became . Holy fairy, would you truly allow me such recklessness? After tonight, even if she could still be so pure, perhaps even more radiant! But on a night of fierce wind and torrential rain, all the delicate peach blossoms on the trees must have surely fallen and withered. And her snow-white robes must now be covered with fallen petals—a scene of utter desolation! But amidst the swirling leaves and piling peach blossoms, does she remember how many times she indulged in pleasure in her dreams? And when the rain stops at dawn, or when she awakens from her midnight reverie, does she recall how many times the petals fell during the night? He stopped his frivolous actions, leaned down in front of Xiaolongnu, and gazed at her closely: When they first met, although she was a slender woman, her two emerald-green eyebrows, like distant, winding mountains, framed bright, autumn-water-like eyes, exuding a calm and composed demeanor, even possessing a gentle yet intimidating air of heroism. Now, lying here, she seemed more fragile than anyone else, like a piece of porcelain that one would think would easily shatter even if held in the palm of one's hand . A profound pity, though it could solidify into a tenderness bordering on pain, could also simultaneously ignite a wicked desire akin to destruction! He gazed at her again, at this woman with a beautiful face, so pure and clear that she was almost crystal clear, at this robes were half undone and whose jade-like body lay sprawled among the fragrant flowers before him, as if he wanted to deeply engrave this scene in his heart and keep it as a memory!

As beautiful as a flower, as alluring as water, her delicate curves whispered like a spring dream!
Pure as snow, her face as clear as jade, the passage of time had imbued her with a gentle melody!
He couldn't resist, carefully bending down, gently lifting a veil, and kissing those two
red lips he had longed for day and night. The soft, fragrant touch made him swoon, and he couldn't help but want
more.
Was it the deep longing etched in his dreams that had crystallized into a rich springtime feeling on his lips? Why did he feel a secret nectar gradually forming between their lips
, a subtle exchange of sweet fragrance?
Never mind, he relentlessly sucked at the fragrance of her red lips, his tongue trying to pry open the two neatly
closed labia, seeking the source of that fragrant nectar, to greedily and unrestrainedly absorb it—this was
the happiness he had dreamed of all his life.
"Hoo—" After a soft panting sound, he finally succeeded in breaching the fragile
defenses of , entering her paradise, and capturing her delicate pink lips. Their bodies intertwined passionately, the fragrance filling his mouth, the breath as sweet as orchids—all
enough to intoxicate him, igniting his desire!
After a long, lingering embrace, they reluctantly parted. Still wanting more, he gazed at her
lips, which he couldn't resist, and noticed she was pressing them tightly together, squeezing out a deep, luscious
red .
The veil lifted, revealing her flushed cheeks and deep dimples.
The breaths that seemed to emanate from the depths of her soul emanated from her delicate, moist nose—no wonder they felt so alluring
and captivating.
He leaned down again and kissed her, gently licking the tip of her nose through the veil with his tongue, while his head pressed against her
forehead, caressing it tenderly, unable to stop for a long time!
The faint fragrance emanating from Xiaolongnu was like that of orchids and musk, and her beauty, originally pure and ethereal, was enhanced by the allure of spring
in her eyes adding a captivating charm. Her exquisitely beautiful features revealed a
breathtakingly alluring grace, making her bloom like a rare orchid in a secluded valley.
This captivating charm made him want to gradually blush her face, a
smile like peach blossoms carried on the wind, transforming into a beautiful spring dream. Now, seeing her face as beautiful as spring flowers,
he wanted to see how her naked body would disturb the spring's blush.
With a thought in mind and actions in hand, Xiaolongnu's allure was growing wildly, blushing down her jade-like face, sliding down
her delicate neck, and spreading to her bare breasts
, turning them a fiery red. Her originally crystal-clear, smooth, and frost-like breasts were now faintly tinged with pink . The light-colored
areolas, instead of expanding outwards with the growth of her breasts, tightly encircled the center of each breast.
Those breathtakingly beautiful, bright red, and glistening nipples were imprinted on his heart like a cherished memory, impossible for him
to forget even for a moment!
The moonlight in the mountains was still bright, filtering through the branches and leaves
and casting its glow on Xiaolongnu's jade-like, alabaster-colored naked body. The dappled light perfectly outlined the curves of her
firm , highlighting the two cherry-red nipples, truly arousing the imagination.
Her bare arms hung at her sides, white and slender. Her ten delicate, jade-like fingers, like spring onions, still radiated a soft glow in the shadows where
the moonlight didn't reach. Her unadorned, rounded nails were a natural
rose-red, and a few, bathed in moonlight, exuded a seductive, alluring charm that stirred his heart!
Springtime was in the air. He couldn't help but lift her hand until her fingertips touched his face.
With a slight pressure and trembling, her smooth fingertips brushed casually against his face, making him
itch unbearably.
When her fingertips gently brushed his dry, burning lips, he couldn't suppress his surging passion. He reached out and grasped
her jade-like wrist, taking each of her five fingertips into his mouth, gently sucking and licking them with his tongue
. He found them fragrant, smooth, and tender, intoxicatingly delicious, and couldn't put them down!
"Mmm—" Feeling the slight itch from his tongue licking her fingertips, even though she couldn't open her mouth to groan because her pressure points were pressed,
Xiaolongnu couldn't help but let out a soft moan through her nose.
Who could resist the caresses and seductions of their beloved? At this moment, Xiaolongnu was convinced that
the one who was playing with her chaste and reserved body was Yang Guo, whom she secretly loved. Naturally, she was unable to resist his advances and was already panting softly,
her desire rising.
Yin Zhiping, of course, was unaware of Xiaolongnu's thoughts. In his eyes, he only saw that her face was flushed with a rosy blush, her beauty
captivating ! Although she was still as pitiful and charming as ever, the aloofness that had once made
her seem detached from the world was gone. She was like a fairy who had fallen to earth, no longer as isolated from the world as before, as if she were untouched by human affairs.
Comparatively, he was clearly more pleased to see this side of Xiaolongnu, but he wanted it to be shown only to him
, for him alone to appreciate!
His hand traced down her smooth, bare arm from her jade-like wrist, gently caressing and sliding down to her
delicate, slender shoulder. He paused there, feeling the soft, boneless touch of her rounded arm with his palm. At the same time,
he freed his other hand to grasp her jade-like wrist again, reluctantly
pulling her slender, delicate fingers from his mouth. He saw that her delicate, pink fingertips still had silky lines of moisture attached to them, making them appear even more glistening and lustrous, as alluring as dewdrops on
an orchid !
As he guided her delicate hand to continue caressing his cheek, he bent down, lowered his head, and
kissed her smooth forehead and delicate eyebrows. His tongue traced and licked along her long, slightly upturned, dark eyelashes
, gradually moving to her glistening, round earlobe. He gently nibbled at it with his teeth, his tongue probing the beautifully curved earlobe,
watching with satisfaction as the pink blush spread further, quickly covering her entire head.
Throughout all these actions, he subconsciously did not completely lift the veil, at least not letting it
leave her eyes, which were already tightly closed with shyness.
Yin Zhiping's burning lips swirled down, seeking her fragrant lips. As their tongues intertwined, their hearts
swelled with surging love and passion. Xiaolongnu was overwhelmed, her mind in a daze, her breath quickening. She couldn't help but let
her shy desire burn her cheeks, and even every inch of her exposed skin.
At the same time, his fingers, which had been resting on her shoulder, slowly moved towards her breasts, caressing her
virgin breasts that no one had ever touched before. He felt the tremor in his palms as he touched her breasts, and one could imagine the electric-like
tingling sensation that was sweeping over Xiaolongnu's sensitive and delicate virgin body, then spreading throughout her entire heart and soul,
engulfing her like a tidal wave.
His fingers continued to roam over her breasts, caressing every part of them, feeling their
large, protruding shape in his palms. From her fair chest, smooth cleavage, tender breasts, to the
rosy nipples...
her mouth and nose were filled with a fragrance like orchids and musk, yet her skin felt as soft and bouncy as cotton. It was strange that for someone as
pure , her skin was so soft and boneless, warm and sweet. Every unintentional
soft breath and moan was enough to drive one mad!
His hands continued to roam back and forth, each time
lingering on her breasts and the two rosy nipples, gently pinching and kneading them. But even this seemed insufficient to satisfy her burning desire.
He heard Xiaolongnu's rapid, heavy breathing beside him. After his previous exertions, Yin Zhiping
was no longer the clueless, unromantic man he once was. He now knew how to cherish a beauty, so he gladly complied with her
desires , using both hands to launch a relentless assault on her body.
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When his hands finally gently pulled away the disheveled clothes that had been tangled around Xiaolongnu's waist,
completely exposing her virgin body to his eyes, his mind went blank. He felt his mouth go dry, and for a moment he was speechless and
unable to move.
Xiaolongnu stretched out her long, beautiful legs, a few fine, black
strands of hair swaying between them in the spring breeze. A delicate pink peach blossom drifted down, landing precisely in the clump of hairy grass,
forming a striking black-red hue, exceptionally beautiful and alluring.
Yin Zhiping could no longer restrain himself. He bent down, his hands caressing the smooth inner thighs, while his lips
sought the delicate peach blossom. He greedily inhaled the fragrance of the peach blossom, gently parting it, his tongue licking
the black hairs that seemed to entwine with tender emotions. A strange fragrance filled his mouth and nose, intoxicatingly sweet.
"A gentle paradise, a heaven on earth," Yin Zhiping thought, but he wasn't in a hurry to explore
the fragrance of a daughter emanating from the depths of this dreamlike haven. He shifted his focus, using both his mouth and hands to caress and kiss her all the way down, until he reached Xiaolongnu's exquisite, moon-like
feet, where he lingered for a moment, reluctant to leave.
At this moment, Xiaolongnu was completely naked under the moonlight, except for her pair of perfect, delicate feet, which were still hidden in her three-inch golden lotuses,
never to see the light of day. Yin Zhiping naturally wouldn't waste such a precious sight, nor would he allow Xiaolongnu to be so smug.
He held Xiaolongnu's three-inch golden lotuses in his hands with great care, gently lifting them with his palms. As he stroked and played with them with
affection , he secretly praised them: "Exquisite golden lotuses, perfectly proportioned, like
Xi Shi holding her heart, her smiles and frowns natural. One cannot be without one, nor can there be two!"
Although Yin Zhiping was a Taoist priest, he was a lay disciple. He didn't know when it started, but he discovered that he had a
very peculiar fetish that had once made him extremely ashamed and that he had always tried to suppress. However, when he first saw
Xiaolongnu , this fetish that he had been struggling to suppress was finally completely aroused and became difficult to control.
"With light steps, her silk socks stirred up dust." Before joining the Quanzhen Sect, Yin Zhiping had read the ancient poem "Ode to the Goddess of
the Luo River ." At that time, he longed for the fairy's feet, which seemed to descend
to earth, and even wished to "make silk shoes to accompany her on her journey." For him, a Taoist practitioner, this was a feeling of "others may not praise it, but I alone know
how pitiful it is."
Now, the Little Dragon Girl lay before him, her jade-like body exposed, her jade feet within his grasp. Seeing his long-cherished
wish fulfilled, he was extremely excited. Originally, the Little Dragon Girl was no less important to him than the Goddess of the Luo River,
but now, he felt even closer to her.
Even with Yin Zhiping's limited knowledge of the three-inch golden lotus shoes he secretly gleaned, he could still tell that Xiaolongnu's
pair of golden lotus shoes were truly divine. They were designed with delicate cloud patterns, featuring grass-green soles, white slings, and uppers
densely covered with lotus blossom designs, symbolizing a fairy's graceful movements in the green fields, walking lightly on water, and emerging from the clear water like a lotus, pure and untouched by dust. He
played with them for a long time, reluctant to let go, before gently removing the pair of golden lotus shoes and placing them
aside. His greedy nature naturally prevented him from missing the opportunity to admire the spotless white silk stockings and the
exquisitely beautiful feet they concealed.
With a gentle flip of Yin Zhiping's hand, Xiaolongnu's pair of small golden lotuses gracefully fell to the ground. What came into view was a pair of
pure white , unadorned silk stockings. Having lived in the Ancient Tomb since childhood, Xiaolongnu naturally neither knew nor knew how to bind her feet. Yet,
the pair of jade feet held in his palms were so exquisite and delicate, truly three-inch golden lotuses.
The moonlight, like snow, filtered through the treetops, casting a hazy and dreamlike glow, perfectly showcasing the
exquisite curves of these natural feet, imbued with the spirit of heaven and earth. The thin, almost transparent silk stockings could not completely conceal them, and one could vaguely see the beautiful outline of her tender red toes intertwined. Through the pure white stockings, one could even see the toenails on each jade toe and the alluring gaps between them. Even more remarkable was that, with Yin Zhiping's movements, Xiaolongnu's naked body, lying on her back, swayed gently. Her legs, which had been pressed together, began to open slightly, revealing her pink paradise in a fleeting moment. Her snow-white stockings were gradually pulled down, revealing a section of her crystal-clear calves and her rounded ankles, which were white with a hint of pink. They possessed an irresistible allure ! As the stockings fluttered to the ground, Yin Zhiping took a deep breath, his gaze instantly fixed on Xiaolongnu's perfect feet, which were completely exposed to the air. They were a beauty that surpassed what should exist in this mortal world, just as the ancient saying goes: "Carved jade and entwined with fragrance, cut clouds and carved moon," like a new lotus petal shedding its petals and the moon emerging from its crescent, its delicate tips and slender curves like flowers on a flower's face. The delicate foot, gently cradled in the palm, was as white as jade, with a subtle, crystalline sheen. The gentle , perfect curve of the instep resembled a crescent moon, slender and exquisite, no more than three inches long, delicate and charming. The ankle was slender and rosy, the arch slightly high, the curve graceful, soft and boneless. The toes were even and neat, like ten slender white scallions, and the jade-like, reddish toenails were like pearls interlocked. Her heels, slightly protruding backward, were rounded and delicate, tapering inward at the ankles. Due to her long stay in the ancient tomb and limited walking, the skin there was not a trace of dead skin or calluses, but was incredibly smooth and delicate. The entire foot curved into a beautiful arc, exuding unparalleled allure. When Yin Zhiping first saw Xiaolongnu's graceful steps, she was so delicate and shy, slender enough to be a painting, like a willow swaying in the wind, so charming that she seemed to need someone to support her. At that time, he had already imagined what kind of breathtakingly beautiful jade feet this fairy-like beauty must have, but he never expected that she was born with three-inch golden lotuses, shaped like spring bamboo shoots, soft and boneless, and just the right size to be held in one hand. Overjoyed, Yin Zhiping couldn't resist turning his hand over, gripping the arch of her foot with four fingers and gently stroking the sole with his thumb, feeling the soft, supple skin of her feet. He imagined the beautiful circles that formed as her soles automatically contracted due to the slight itch.

The ripples on her skin caused countless waves to ripple involuntarily across his heart.
His greed wouldn't be satisfied with just that; he again cradled a pair of golden lotuses in his palms, his fingers gently pinching
her ankles. Looking at Xiaolongnu's delicate toenails, naturally adorned with a ring of rose-red nail polish, their slender, pink
appearance so endearing, he couldn't resist lowering his head and greedily sucking each nail into his mouth.
He carefully licked each one, even occasionally nibbling at the tender spring shoots with his teeth, feeling them
involuntarily curl and shrink cutely in his mouth. His heart pounded with excitement, and his hands involuntarily
increased their pressure, greedily kneading those slender jade feet.
Although the Little Dragon Girl's body was limp and unable to move due to the pressure points being pressed, waves of tingling sensation between her toes
traveled to her heart and spread throughout her body, causing her breathing to quicken, her whole body to flush with embarrassment, and her insteps to involuntarily
straighten, forming several cute wrinkles on the soles of her feet, exceptionally alluring.
Yin Zhiping savored the sweetness of the beauty's toes, inhaling their faint fragrance. He would
suckle them vigorously, then lick the tender flesh between her toes and soles with his tongue, and finally
spread them apart to lick the gaps between them. He continued until he had sucked every single one of her toes before reluctantly
putting them down.
Under his meticulous kisses and licks, and with the moisture of his saliva, the pair of jade-like feet in his hands displayed
a different kind of charm than before.
The skin on her feet, once as white and jade-like, was now flushed with a delicate pink. Her tightly clenched toes
stretched out, each one neatly arranged like a spring onion, slender and long, the tips hooked together like
a crescent moon .
Her still-moist toenails were crystal clear, adorned with rosy halos at the base of her toes, shimmering with a natural, healthy glow
in the moonlight battered arches curved slightly upwards, her insteps were high, and her slightly protruding
ankles were smooth and slender, the ankle bones almost invisible, making them irresistibly alluring.
In his emotional turmoil, he couldn't help but knead her feet vigorously, causing
faint red marks to appear on her originally fair and delicate feet. Especially on the insteps, due to the taut skin, the pale blue veins crisscrossed among
the red marks , a shocking sight that evoked feelings of tenderness and affection. It was as if she were afraid to hold them in her palms for fear of breaking them, yet worried that
they would melt away if she put them in her mouth.
Little Dragon Girl's heart, however, was filled with shyness. At this moment, her face was covered by a light veil, and she couldn't see anything. She could only vaguely see
a man holding her precious jade feet in his hands, lovingly playing with them and even kissing them. Although she believed in her heart that the one who
was caressing her so tenderly must be her beloved Guo'er, she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, so how could she not feel a little uneasy
?
Furthermore, her daughter's private jade feet were not something that even her lifelong husband could casually lick and play with
. Now, with her silk stockings removed, her jade feet were completely exposed to the slightly chilly spring night air. Although her delicate body could not move, her feet,
unable the stimulation, involuntarily stiffened, trembling like helpless flower buds in the night wind.
Extremely shy and unbearably itchy, Xiaolongnu felt her face burning and her heart trembling. Her naked body
felt as if it had been set ablaze, burning hot. Her most chaste and private parts felt as if
they were being burned, unconsciously overflowing with a large amount of hot nectar, soaking her clothes and the grass between her thighs.
She wanted to cross her legs and rub against him to comfort and cover up this embarrassing predicament, but she was powerless and could only helplessly
endure her lover's wanton ravaging and frivolity.
Gazing at Xiaolongnu's pair of crystal-clear, fair, and tender legs, Yin Zhiping couldn't resist the urge to kiss them. Finally ,
he released the beauty's long-abused jade feet, hoisting them onto his shoulders and around his neck. He turned
his head from side to side, his large mouth taking turns kissing her smooth and elastic calves.
In this way, Xiaolongnu's legs were forced apart, and her last barrier of chastity was breached. Yin Zhiping's gaze
followed his kisses, moving closer and closer to her trembling lips. Xiaolongnu, still feeling
the sensation in her dazed state, felt an electric shock-like tingling in the depths of her flower garden, and uncontrollably overflowed with more nectar.
Consumed by lust, Yin Zhiping kissed her while simultaneously tearing off his own clothes. His eyes were fixed on the two trembling petals between
Xiaolongnu's jade-like legs, his breath filled with the sweet fragrance of overflowing nectar. He felt
he could not bear it for even a moment longer, only wanting to be close to those two petals, which were even more pink and alluring after being moistened by nectar.
In an instant, his head was close to the beauty's flowing paradise. The two petals, wet from the wind and rain, were still
tightly closed, winding into a pink slit, guarding the last vestige of purity of the paradise, not allowing wanton invasion
or desecration .
Xiaolongnu was both shy and anxious, with a hidden, indescribable joy. In her most chaste garden, she
could even feel her lover's hot, rapid breath, bringing waves of tingling pleasure to the tender skin between her lips and legs. Although she knew she couldn't see
that extremely shameful scene, she still nervously closed her eyes tightly.
Her starry eyes snapped open again, and suddenly, an indescribable, tingling pleasure surged from
her lower body , making her heart tremble violently. She wanted to cry out but couldn't, and she couldn't resist. She could only let out a short,
rapid moan from her nose.
The trembling lips of Xiaolongnu were
captured seemed to melt into his mouth, a fragrant nectar filling his mouth.
His hands caressed her tender, white legs, and Yin Zhiping pressed closer, his tongue exploring her delicate
lips, gently parting them and licking the warm, soft flesh within. His eyes, however,
could not glimpse the beauty within, for as soon as his tongue withdrew, her lips responded instantly, closing tightly again, displaying
astonishing suppleness.
Lacking patience, he simply gave up. He relentlessly attacked, his tongue plunging as deep into the flower garden as possible,
galloping freely. Suddenly, his tongue touched something hot and slippery. Before he could savor it
, a soft, plaintive cry reached his ears. The soft flesh inside the flower garden immediately convulsed and trembled from the stimulation. As it contracted and spasmed,
a pair of long, beautiful legs, perched on his shoulders, straightened up. The flower branches trembled wildly, and nectar flowed freely. He had already
climaxed a little.
A large amount of thick nectar poured into his mouth, which Yin Zhiping accepted without reservation, swallowing every last drop.
He found it exceptionally sweet and delicious, and, still wanting more, he smacked his lips. He watched as the pair of pink lips unconsciously opened and closed,
oozing nectar, irresistibly tempting him to lower his lips again.
After savoring it several times, still not satisfied, he impatiently knelt down on the soft grass, legs spread apart.
He wrapped his arms around Xiaolongnu's waist and hips, and with a slight exertion, pressed his body close to her open thighs. Instantly, his
erect penis pressed straight against the gap between her two swollen and engorged labia, ready to be released.
Struggling to resist the tingling sensation from her labia as they gently sucked on the head of his penis, he breathed heavily and said in a rough voice, "Long'er, whether
you know who I am or not, I'm coming!" His voice was somewhat indistinct due to excessive excitement.
At this moment, Xiaolongnu was already immersed in an endless sea of desire, powerless to extricate herself. Her reason had been completely consumed by the burning flames of lust
, and she was utterly oblivious to everything else. Her entire being felt an intense thirst deep within her lower body, and waves of overwhelming
desire surged towards her. In her confused and infatuated state, she consciously responded in her heart: "This little devil, all I want
now is your care and pampering. Who cares who you are?"
"A meeting of minds," as if in perfect harmony, Yin Zhiping, unable to contain himself any longer, inhaled
and lifted his hips, thrusting his manhood straight into her, penetrating her last barrier of virginity,
reaching the very depths of her flower chamber, and completely possessing her sacred virgin body.
************
Perhaps because she had already experienced a small climax, or perhaps psychologically, Xiaolongnu was not fully aware that losing
her virginity inevitably involves pain; she only felt a slight sting, and then the emptiness deep within her flower chamber was
completely filled, an almost frenzied pleasure instantly overwhelming all her senses.
Unfortunately, her pressure points were pressed, rendering her completely immobile and unable to speak. This overwhelming pleasure had no
outlet, accumulating within her body and spreading everywhere, causing her entire skin, even
every toe, to spasm with pleasure.
A thick, irrepressible surge of desire welled up within her, and the shameful emptiness in her lower body was instantly
filled , transforming into a strange, unbearable tingling. With each thrust of her beloved, wave after wave
crashed against the edge of her flower chamber. The annoying, shameful sounds of their impact seemed to echo deep within her heart, and in her ecstatic state, she
felt blissfully happy.
The moment he was penetrated, Yin Zhiping felt a sudden
jolt in his mind. His dream had come true. All those days and nights of dreaming and daydreaming, his deep longing had finally been rewarded. At this moment, the fairy he had been yearning for was finally completely his
. Instantly, his heart was bursting with joy.
An unspeakable ecstasy raged wildly within him. In the midst of his surging emotions, he frantically thrust his increasingly erect
penis, recklessly roaming through Xiaolongnu's delicate flower garden. Fortunately, although the flower path was tight and secluded due to the arrival of a newcomer,
it was filled with slippery nectar, which allowed him to indulge in large amounts of pleasure. However, this also made the already muddy flower path even more
chaotic, with the surging nectar overflowing like a flood.
Yin Zhiping heard the increasingly rapid breathing of the fairy beneath him. Although constrained by form, the fairy could not
yield or cry out in response, the fragrant, hot nectar in the deep, secluded flower chamber moistened his penetrating
manhood. The path of the flower was muddy, and the trembling stamens gripped and squeezed him. Each thrust brought him a soul
-stirring ecstasy.
Moreover, although he could not see the fairy's aroused face at the moment, his gaze fell upon her naked
body lying in the moonlight, which swayed gently with his movements. Her two high, jade-like breasts, adorned with vermilion, transformed into twin lotus blossoms in
the spring breeze .
His gaze was hazy, and his heart was churning with turbulent emotions. His hands, which had been caressing the fairy's waist and hips
, moved upwards and grasped her two undulating breasts. They were soft, bouncy, and incredibly smooth to the touch, which made him
involuntarily soften and slow his movements. He gently caressed and stroked them, changing them into
the shapes he desired at will. A corner of the veil covering her face
was lifted by the wind, vaguely revealing half of the fairy's flushed cheeks and chin.
A strong impulse suddenly surged through Yin Zhiping's heart. He longed to lift the veil from Xiaolongnu's face and see the blushing fairy face that haunted his dreams, to etch it into his heart and cherish it for the rest of his life. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached his right hand to the veil covering her face. His warm, damp palm gently caressed the face beneath the veil. Finally, he made up his mind, gently pulled up the veil, and then released his fingers, letting it flutter in the wind and fall onto the grass. With her starry eyes tightly closed and cherry lips slightly pursed, if one ignored the rosy blush covering her cheeks, the Little Dragon Girl before him resembled a sleeping fairy, pure and untouched by the mortal world. However, her rapidly flaring nostrils betrayed her celestial secrets, and her faint, delicate moans whispered seductively, revealing that the fairy had fallen to earth and was filled with boundless desire. Gazing at the Little Dragon Girl's radiant face, far surpassing even the blush of fallen peach blossoms, Yin Zhiping was overcome with lust. His manhood, which had been tirelessly ravaging the virgin's flower chamber, swelled and lengthened even further. Suddenly, the large head of his penis pressed against something slippery, soft , yet incredibly elastic, a sensation beyond description. Intrigued, he naturally wouldn't let such a wonderful thing slip by easily. He attacked relentlessly, searching for the treasure hidden deep within the fairy's flower chamber. Once struck, his penis would instantly feel an electric shock, an indescribable pleasure that made him relentlessly pursue it, unable to stop. While he indulged himself, it was a torment for Xiaolongnu. The slippery treasure was actually the fairy's delicate flower core, usually hidden deep within her flower chamber. Now, with passion reaching its peak, it had only just begun to emerge. It had already been lightly licked by Yin Zhiping's tongue, causing her to experience a small release. Now, with her lover's forceful pluck, she was naturally even more unable to resist. But at this moment, there was no way to dodge it; she could only endure it bitterly. She felt an intense, tingling itch accompanied by electric shocks and tingling sensations that surged like a tidal shame, joy, and panic, this already extremely sensitive fairy could no longer suppress herself. She felt dizzy and her soul seemed to have grown wings and flown away. In that moment of disorientation, her tightly closed starry eyes suddenly opened, her gaze watery and hazy with spring tides. In her eyes, she vaguely saw a somewhat familiar face, but she couldn't tell if it was her beloved Guo'er. Perhaps she didn't care to tell, as the overwhelming pleasure followed and entwined around her. At this moment, Xiaolongnu felt completely weak and powerless. Her jade legs convulsed and spasmed, her flower bud trembled, and a large amount of nectar gushed out. At the same time, a soul-stirring moan escaped her nose, and she fainted from the unbearable stimulation. Yin Zhiping groaned. His erect penis, under the automatic contraction of Xiaolongnu's flower bud, was experiencing frequent and incredibly pleasurable sensations. Coupled with the large amount of hot nectar, he was also on the verge of climax. Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through his mind. He forcefully stopped his penis from climaxing and struggled to...

The dragon maiden's alluring virgin flower was withdrawn, bringing with it gushing nectar and delicate crimson petals, which withered in the wind like
peach blossoms.
Without a second thought, Yin Zhiping swiftly lowered the dragon maiden's legs, which
had been propped high on his shoulders. He cupped her glistening jade feet in his hands, moving them to his crotch, and used them to rub his already intermittently trembling
penis.
His engorged, erect penis throbbed between the dragon maiden's slender, verdant toes. Her curled, hooked toes
formed a winding, secluded path between her tender, red soles, allowing his large, burning penis to sweep across them, sending waves of tingling
pleasure making his blood boil and his breathing rapid.
Perhaps the brief interruption delayed the escalating desire, or perhaps the overwhelming urge to possess and violate Xiaolongnu's
beautiful feet, which had captivated him, overwhelmed everything else. Yin Zhiping manipulated his throbbing penis, repeatedly tracing its way between
her glistening, delicate toes, playing with them with abandon.
His erect penis spontaneously secreted glistening fluid, moistening her reddened toes. These
spaces between her toes, far less soft and tight than a virgin's flowerbed, frantically rubbed and accumulated the desire in his heart. He used both hands
, changing angles to let his penis ravage every inch of her skin, leaving behind his own unique
marks .
Her jade-like feet, when joined together, resembled twin lotus blossoms; when spread apart, they resembled two crescent moons. The soft, smooth edges of her soles,
with their arches upturned, outlined a perfect semi-circle. When joined, they met in a natural floral shape. His penis, inserted between them,
drew out glistening threads, much like the nectar flowing from a flower.
The large head of his penis struck her crystal-clear, jade-like ankles, yet they were surprisingly soft and bouncy, as if boneless. The slightly firm
texture brought a mild pain to his penis, but it was more than that; it was a strange tingling and itching sensation,
a bittersweet pleasure . A powerful, electric-like tingling sensation surged through him, threatening to engulf him like a tidal wave.
Knowing he was about to climax, he finally closed her slender and beautiful feet together, her smooth and delicate soles
clamping thick
and erect penis between them. As he rubbed it back and forth rapidly, Yin Zhiping finally couldn't hold back any longer. He roared, and his penis throbbed violently several times between the fairy's feet, which automatically curled up and created ripples, before his semen shot out.
The pent-up yang essence overflowed from a pair of feet, seeping through the gaps between them, splashing onto the fairy's rounded
navel, full breasts, and even touching her unconsciously parted pink lips...
************
The moon entered the mountains and forests, illuminating a naked young couple in the peach blossom grove. The man stood there in a daze, while the
woman lay sprawled among the fallen petals and fragrant grass. On her snow-white skin, specks of milky white crystals, mixed with spring dew
, glistened and shone under the moonlight, a dreamlike peach-red. Her dreamlike eyes shone brightly.
A gentle breeze swept by, and Yin Zhiping, jolted awake from his ecstatic reverie, stared blankly at the unconscious
Xiaolongnu . She had once been an inviolable fairy in his heart, but now he had defiled her in his madness
. Instantly, a powerful sense of guilt overwhelmed him.
Numbly, he slowly straightened Xiaolongnu's clothes and cleaned away the remaining stains. Suddenly, a
pristine white handkerchief caught his eye, adorned with vibrant, striking peach-pink blossoms. He collapsed to his knees, his hands
involuntarily cupping the handkerchief in his hands, gazing at it intently. In his dazed state, he heard hurried footsteps, which then
vanished in a flash, startled.
Yang Guo, having finally comforted his adoptive father Ouyang Feng, was preoccupied with his aunt and temporarily forgot about
the unparalleled martial arts his father had taught him. He hurriedly returned to the small thatched hut, only to find
his aunt fast asleep in the peach grove in front of the door.
The peach blossoms were beautiful, and amidst the falling petals, he saw Xiaolongnu lying on her side, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her hair piled among the flowers. The moonlight reflected in
the peach grove, illuminating her graceful figure. A captivating blush graced her snow-white cheeks, as dazzling as the sun
after , making her even more beautiful and radiant than spring flowers. She
was soundly asleep, a languid and contented smile on her lips testifying to it. Only a few faint tears seemed to linger at the corners of her eyes
, glistening and shimmering under the bright moonlight.
[The End]

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