Shen Qianying's heart raced. She could feel it thumping in her chest as Ye Xian's hand gently rested on her forehead.
His touch was soft and almost unsure, yet it sent waves through her body, stirring emotions she didn't know how to handle.
She didn't dare meet his eyes. But she could feel him looking at her, calm and steady, like he already knew what was going on inside her.
That hidden part of her she always tried to keep locked away was starting to wake up. The part that quietly wished for something more.
"Qianying," he said softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "You've always been kind to me. The only warmth I've ever known in this cold and distant house."
She blinked. The way he said her name felt different. He didn't call her aunt. He didn't say stepmother. Just her name, like it truly meant something.
She felt her heart flutter in her chest, and she didn't know what to do with it.
"I…" she started, but her voice faded. Nothing else came.
Ye Xian stepped closer. He was so near now that she could feel the warmth coming from his body. Slowly and gently, he took her hand again and placed it on his chest, right over his heart.
She could feel it under her palm. His heartbeat was strong and steady, and it made her own heart beat faster.
"Do you feel it?" he asked, his eyes locked on hers.
"It's not just the scar. It's everything… all the feelings I've been holding for you."
His voice carried something she had never heard before. Not just pain, but a deep longing. She couldn't look away.
Then, quietly, he pulled her into his arms.
For a moment, Qianying froze. Her body tensed, and her mind screamed at her to stop. But his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breath, and the gentle flow of Blissful Ki in the air made her feel like she was sinking into something soft… something she hadn't felt in a very long time.
She didn't even realize her arms had moved, slow and unsure, until they rested gently against his back. Her fingers curled just a little, and she felt him hold her tighter.
"I shouldn't…" she whispered, trying to hold onto reason, but her voice trembled. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, as if to push him away, but her strength was already fading.
"I know," Ye Xian said softly. "I know he's ignored you… for more than ten years."
Her eyes widened. "How… how do you know that?"
Her face turned hot. It wasn't just the Blissful Ki in the air. Something warm was spreading through her, rising from deep inside. Her legs trembled, and she couldn't stop the strange heat building within her.
The Blissful Ki that filled the room from Ye Xian was now flowing straight into Sheng Qianying, sinking into her body.
"It wasn't hard to figure out." He said.
"After he was injured a decade ago, the wounds were much worse than anyone realized. The physicians warned him. Just one moment of intimacy could drain his remaining life force.
He couldn't afford to waste even a drop of his yang essence. So, to survive, he shut himself off from everyone. He turned to pills and herbs to keep himself alive, locking himself in lonely cultivation… just to buy a little more time."
Qianying lowered her gaze. Her breath hitched slightly.
She knew the truth. She had known it deep down all along. But still...
"It's wrong," she whispered. It was the only thing she could say. The last thread trying to hold her back..
"But you don't want to stop," Ye Xian said softly. His lips were close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "You want this. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it."
Her heart throbbed. How long had she been lonely? How long had she been pretending to be strong?
"I love you, Qianying," he said, his voice full of feeling.
"Stay with me."
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her head felt light, her body warm and weak, as if the heat in the air had melted her thoughts. Then, before she could stop it, his lips touched hers.
A jolt shot through her, sharp and deep, like lightning striking still water. Her whole body trembled.
For one second, she thought she might pull away.
But she didn't.
She leaned in.
Ye Xian's lips were still on hers when, without warning, he gently lifted her into his arms. Qianying let out a soft gasp, her hands tightening around his shoulders as he carried her toward the bed.
Her body felt light, almost like she was floating, and her head was full of warmth and softness from the Blissful Ki around them.
As soon as her back touched the bed, she felt his hands move to the ties of her robe.
His fingers were steady and gentle, undoing each knot slowly, like he didn't want to rush, like he was touching something he truly cared about.
I should stop this…
Her thoughts scattered as the robe slipped from her shoulders, leaving only the soft, thin silk of her dudou hugging her body. His fingers found the ties. Just one gentle pull, and the light fabric loosened. Her milky pale skin slowly came into view, glowing softly in the dim light.
Ye Xian's breath hitched.
The silk dudou hugged her like a jealous lover, barely holding back her big, heavy tits. His fingers fumbled with the last tie, and the fabric slid down torturously slow, peeling away to show off her creamy skin. Her full breasts spilled out, bouncing free, her nipples already stiff—pink, tight, and begging under his sleazy, drooling stare.
She gasped, crossing her arms instinctively but he caught her wrists, drinking in the sight
Ye Xian gulped.
"Don't," he murmured, thumb brushing a peaked nipple. "Let me see you."
Her waist was so narrow his hands could nearly span it, leading down to the gentle flare of her hips, still wrapped in layers of translucent underskirts
His fingers traced her collarbone, then lower, brushing over one taut nipple her body trembled.
Qianying whimpered.
A soft shiver ran through her as he leaned in, his warm lips closing gently around her sensitive peak. His tongue moved in slow, teasing circles, sending sparks across her skin. Her back arched without thinking, and her fingers sank into his hair, holding on as waves of pleasure built deep inside her.
"Ah—!"
The Blissful Ki made everything feel more intense, turning every touch into a rush of pleasure that spread through her whole body.
His hands roamed lower, slipping between her thighs, feel the creamy skin and soft flesh he reached where she was already wet.