Chapter 48

Xue Ming’s body had no warmth, and her skin was tinged with a slight chill. When Yan Yuhe placed his hand on her, the warmth of his palm seemed to scorch her, causing her to tremble lightly. She tilted her head back, leaning her back against the edge of the table, her lips being nibbled on. Although the intertwining of their lips and teeth did not have the effect of circulating yang energy, Xue Ming still felt a warm sensation gradually spreading throughout her body.

Yan Yuhe had a strong and sturdy body, and his figure was perfect without excess fat. His limbs were both soft and firm. Perhaps because he had always lived by the pond, or maybe he liked lotus flowers, Xue Ming could smell the faint fragrance of lotus emanating from him whenever she got close to him. It was very light and pleasant, mixed with a masculine scent. It engulfed and wrapped her, inexplicably generating a sense of tranquility in her heart. Liking this emotion naturally bred dependency, especially when Yan Yuhe enclosed her entire person in his embrace, holding her tightly. Xue Ming instinctively leaned against him and unconsciously stroked his arm, embracing his neck with both hands.

Yan Yuhe’s palm landed on her neck, caressing her ears gently as if it were an affectionate touch, his tongue teasing her little fangs. This completely relaxed her body and gradually made her limbs go soft. Their breaths intertwined, lightly brushing her face and falling upon her ears. His fingers lightly pinched her delicate waist, leaving only a slight pressure, quickly arousing desire within her.

Xue Ming’s body started to warm up as if a flame had been ignited from within, burning more intensely wherever Yan Yuhe’s fingers touched. As a result, her face finally showed a slight flush, like the glow of a sunset sky, lightly dyeing her cheeks and ears, embellishing her snow-white skin stunningly.

Yan Yuhe finally released his lips from her teeth and followed along her jawline, imprinting a dense series of affectionate pecks on her neck.

However, Xue Ming didn’t seem to be thrilled about it. She turned her head and leaned back, using some force to push against his lips as she said in a hoarse voice, “It’s dirty, not washed yet.” Her body was dirty everywhere, having crawled and rolled around for so long. Although she didn’t have a cleanliness obsession, she still felt a bit disgusted inside. On the other hand, someone with a cleanliness obsession seemed not to care as much right now. He held her hand and kissed the palm twice, leaving a faint red mark on her wrist.

Yan Yuhe must be an excellent student, as he quickly learned things. He could accurately find the techniques and practice them well. Compared to when he first pecked on her without understanding moderation and left small wounds, the current Yan Yuhe could skillfully control his strength. In a very short time, he could leave ambiguous red marks on her body that didn’t hurt.

Yan Yuhe, who was overwhelmed by the tide of emotions, seemed to shed the cold outer shell. When he lowered his eyes and raised them, rare traces of attachment could be seen. Even his gaze had warmth, falling on her, making people feel itchy in their hearts.

Yan Yuhe’s face was handsome, but not in the conventional way. His ink-dyed eyes occasionally reflected a glimmer of light, making his appearance fair and adding a touch of elegance between his eyebrows. Due to his usual aloofness, this touch of beauty took on an icy and snowy aura, making him extremely pleasant to look at.

Xue Ming felt that way every time she saw him. He was frank about his desires; instead, he never thought of hiding his desires. He also didn’t think that studying erotic literature seriously was embarrassing. When caught in the initial tide of desire, he didn’t resist, like an immortal crane free from worldly dust. Instead, he enjoyed being immersed in it.

Xue Ming suddenly became curious and finally faced the book on the table that Yan Yuhe had been studying. She reached out and took it, asking, “What do you usually look at in here?”

It wouldn’t be worth Yan Yuhe’s obsession if it were just a few pictures.

Xue Ming’s gaze quickly swept over the patterns and fell on the long passages of text in the book. Upon closer inspection, she discovered much more than she initially thought. The art of sexual techniques was actually a combination of ancient science and metaphysics, involving things like qigong, health preservation, and even longevity. There was a line that said, “Excessive sexual activity depletes essence, depleted essence damages the kidneys, damaged kidneys lead to depletion of the bone marrow.” Xue Ming was surprised when she read this, suddenly remembering the dream she had previously had, where the doctor in her dream diagnosed her with kidney deficiency. It was clear that engaging in intercourse too frequently could also be detrimental. Otherwise, when her yang energy recovered, the result would be kidney damage, outweighing the benefits. The book detailed various positions, with many techniques and nuances. For example, some incorrect positions would result in less contact between the two parties, while others would allow for deeper penetration. There were even some positions specifically for women during pregnancy.

Xue Ming couldn’t help but sigh, “What a beast.”

Yan Yuhe slightly leaned forward, his chest against her back, and asked, “What?”

Xue Ming did not respond and casually flipped through the pages. She saw her ghostly claws falling on the very eye-catching pages. She felt melancholy but still comforted herself, “This matter cannot be rushed; it must be taken slowly. Too frequent encounters will only harm the body and kidney, with no benefit.”

Yan Yuhe remained silent.

“Knock, knock, knock.” The sound of knocking interrupted their conversation.

Xue Ming was startled and got up from Yan Yuhe’s body. The hotel waiter was delivering water.

After the door opened, Xue Ming put on her outer robe and turned her back. She listened as the waiter brought the bathtub in and waited until the door closed again.

When Xue Ming turned her head to look, she immediately lost the desire to bathe. The wooden tub looked a bit old; she wondered if it was too dirty to clean or if the wood had that color. Some areas were dark.

Xue Ming walked closer to examine the tub and saw ripples in the water, vaguely seeing the same thing at the bottom. She immediately made a disgusted face, thinking that countless men and women had used this tub; it was too dirty.

Yan Yuhe stood by the side, and although he was silent, his eyes did not miss Xue Ming’s expression. However, he didn’t need to ask; looking at her expression, he knew what she was thinking. He put his hand into the wooden tub, his slender fingers brushing across the surface of the hot water. He suddenly raised his hand and drew a half circle in the air, and the water droplets were brought out, magically condensed, and stopped in mid-air, showing a ripple within the semi-circle.

Xue Ming approached and could vaguely see a room inside, but it was covered in white mist, making it difficult to see clearly. Just as she wanted to take a closer look, Yan Yuhe suddenly grabbed her waist and, with a forceful arm, flipped her into a wooden barrel. When Xue Ming entered the water, she instinctively closed her eyes and mouth. She felt the warm water surrounding her, gradually bringing warmth to her previously chilly body. The clear water seemed to seep into every pore, providing a comfortable sensation. However, before she could feel suffocated, she felt a force at her waist, and the next moment, she was lifted out of the water. Xue Ming opened her mouth to breathe air and wiped the water from her face. Opening her eyes, she realized she was in the water from Yan Yuhe’s hot spring. “Did you always bring this house with you?”

Xue Ming was amazed, thinking momentarily that she had returned to the temple. Xue Ming did not understand magic, but Yan Yuhe was not patient enough to explain. He simply said, “I created a domain that connects to the bedroom.”

Xue Ming was unsure if she had heard correctly, but regardless, her mind was not focused on that. She knew she didn’t understand and didn’t bother to ask further. She lunged forward and submerged herself in the hot spring, freeing herself from Yan Yuhe’s hands. However, without the support from her waist, her clothes became soaked and heavy, pulling her down immediately. Seeing this, Yan Yuhe sank into the water and embraced her, kissing her lips to provide her with air. At the same time, he skillfully unfastened her clothes. Xue Ming’s clothes were simple but had various buttons at different positions. However, Yan Yuhe seemed familiar with them and effortlessly unfastened her outer and inner garments. By the time he lifted her out of the water, Xue Ming was only left with her inner garment, with the neckline wide open, revealing patches of porcelain-like fair skin. Water droplets fell onto her skin, rolling along with her rapid breaths. Xue Ming choked and coughed a few times, brushed the water off her face and messy hair, and held onto his arm while treading water. She glanced at Yan Yuhe and asked, “Aren’t you taking yours off?”

Yan Yuhe undressed while Xue Ming swam away, lightly floating in the hot spring. Her inner garment was completely soaked, so she took it off and tossed it aside, earnestly washing herself. The living water hot spring carried a hint of spiritual energy, and soaking in it could relieve fatigue.

Xue Ming always felt refreshed after washing. She felt a scorching palm on her back as she enjoyed her bath, gliding along her smooth, jade-like skin. Immediately after, Yan Yuhe pressed his whole body against hers, embracing her in the water. Without clothes as a barrier, the sensation of skin against skin was very apparent, especially since Yan Yuhe already had a reaction, thrusting and poking smoothly.

Xue Ming turned her head and saw Yan Yuhe’s serious face, carrying her towards the bank. She swung her legs and splashed in the water for a moment, questioning, “What are you doing? I haven’t finished washing yet.”

Yan Yuhe didn’t intend to bring her out of the water. He only took her to the bank and pressed her against it, creating a small space to trap Xue Ming, supporting her so she wouldn’t slide down. The last time they fought in this position, Xue Ming returned to the same place, her face burning. She stammered, “I still need to wash first.”

“Yeah,” Yan Yuhe responded with a low voice. His expression remained serious as he said, “I’ll help you.”

He started helping Xue Ming wash. Xue Ming’s body didn’t have the usual temperature of an ordinary person. Even soaked in hot spring water, she could still feel the coolness emanating from her skin, like jade. Yan Yuhe gently caressed her slender waist with a calm expression. This made Xue Ming, whose emotions were gradually rising, feel embarrassed. If it weren’t for something constantly poking at her, she would have suspected she had a dirty mind. The hot air made Xue Ming’s head dizzy. Her body gradually relaxed, and she found a comfortable position leaning against the bank, enjoying the perfect pressure of Yan Yuhe’s massage. She directed, “Shoulders… left side… yes, that’s it, press more.”

Yan Yuhe remained silent all along. He first followed her instructions and rubbed and kneaded her, taking the opportunity to relax her before his hand slipped down slowly. This caught Xue Ming off guard, and she gasped while instinctively curling up her body. But Yan Yuhe seemed prepared for this. He pressed down, fixing her upper body and maintaining this position. Xue Ming took a few quick breaths, her waist gradually twisting, her red face becoming more apparent. Yan Yuhe suddenly withdrew and sank into the water while she enjoyed her relaxed state.

Xue Ming was shocked, stretching her neck to stand properly, but she felt a pair of hands submerge and adjust her position.

Xue Ming slid into the water, the spring water not reaching her collarbone, and she exclaimed, “Yan Yuhe.”

There was no response, and he didn’t emerge from beneath the water; she didn’t know what he was up to. Then, Xue Ming suddenly felt something forcefully pressing against her, wet and hot.

Xue Ming screamed, suddenly realizing what that thing was. It was Yan Yuhe’s tongue.

Xue Ming instinctively struggled in the water, twisting her slender waist like a water snake, but no matter how she dodged, she couldn’t escape from this series of sensations.

After a long time, Yan Yuhe resurfaced. She didn’t know how he managed to hold his breath underwater, but he showed no signs of breathlessness when he came up. His lips were rosy, making his fair and handsome face even more beautiful. Without saying a word, he pressed his body against her and kissed Xue Ming’s lips.

Xue Ming knew what his mouth had just been doing, and in her hazy consciousness, she felt some disgust, turning her head to avoid him. But Yan Yuhe held her chin and pressed her head, intensifying the kiss and chasing after her evasive movements with even more determination, intimately entwining his tongue with hers. Ripples formed in the water, the rising mist faintly obscured their figures, and the sound of flowing water drowned out the entangled sounds produced by the kiss.

Yan Yuhe continued to press against her for a while, then lifted her up, stepped on the stairs, and headed towards the bank, carrying her out of the water and into the bedroom. It was still the luxurious canopy bed, getting wet as they lay on it, making her feel sorry for the satin bedding.

Yan Yuhe got on the bed, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her towards him. He leaned over and continued the kissing from the hot spring room.

Xue Ming’s hand slid from his arm and encountered a hot, young body full of youthful energy and strength. The pleasure made Xue Ming lose track of time. Her head felt dizzy, and her ears buzzed. When she regained her senses, she had already shed a few tears. Her limbs were weak, as if she were a doll being played with by Yan Yuhe.

Yan Yuhe held her tightly, pressing his entire strength into her. It was a bit heavy but not unbearable.

Yan Yuhe narrowed his eyes, flushed his face, and held Xue Ming even tighter. He kissed her earlobe gently, biting it, and then grabbed her hand, clasping their fingers together on the bed.

Xue Ming seemed like an inexhaustible spring, with water flowing endlessly within her body. The surroundings were quiet and still. The window outside made no distinction between day and night. Several lamps were lit in the bedroom, casting intertwined shadows. Unbeknownst to them, the pull-step bed canopy had fallen down. Inside, the dim light highlighted the delicate and soft figure of the woman and the tall and slim stature of the man, projected onto the bed canopy like a shadow play full of spring colors. The pull-step bed shook violently, creating a squeaky sound in the room. At times, the squeaky sound fluctuated between being fast and slow, while at other times, it emitted a loud sound that persisted for an extended period. Later on, it became a whimpering cry, a coquettish plea, a soft reprimand. Nobody knew when the tranquility of the night would return.