Chapter 8
Mo Xingyun held Wei Miaoshu's soft, warm body as he darted through the mountain forest. Wei Miaoshu's small hands were clasped tightly around his neck, and her inner energy flowed continuously from her palms into his body, allowing him to recover most of his strength. In the blink of an eye, they were already far from the Immortal Palace's sacred mountain.
With one hand holding her slender, soft waist and the other supporting her fair legs, he felt the ultra-thin, sheer stockings under his hand. The texture was smooth and delicate, her beautiful legs youthful and elastic, making him unable to resist the urge to stroke and caress them.
He looked down. The beautiful maiden in his arms had skin as smooth as jade, flawless and translucent. A rosy blush now colored her cheeks, and she was gazing up at the man holding her with a smile. Beneath her curved lashes, her misty eyes were hazy and enchanting in the night, her gaze filled with affection.
Mo Xingyun's heart fluttered. A blush of shame crept onto his face, and he quickly looked away, no longer daring to meet her eyes. He caught the faint, floral fragrance of the beautiful girl in his arms, wafting from her pink neck and flowing hair. He had never felt his heart beat like this before. It was racing, and his palms were sweating.
Soon, he found a secluded spot in the woods at the foot of the sacred mountain. The bright moon hung high in the sky, its light filtering through the gaps in the trees, and a pleasant breeze brushed past them.
After much thought, he stopped and gently set Wei Miaoshu's soft, graceful body down. He saw her waist was slender enough to encircle with one hand, yet full and graceful. Her long, straight legs were sheathed in white, transparent stockings. Standing there so vivaciously, they accentuated her flawless, snow-white skin. Her pink legs were faintly visible through the stockings, and on her feet were a pair of youthful, stylish blue high heels. A sweet smile graced her luscious lips, making her look as succulent and tempting as a ripe fruit waiting to be tasted.
He dared not look her in the eye. Instead, he raised a hand in a gesture of respect and said, "Thank you, Miss Miaoshu, for saving my life. I am endlessly grateful. We are still not too far from the Immortal Palace. Perhaps we should part ways here. You should return to the palace."
Wei Miaoshu's face, which had been full of tender affection, froze at his words. Her cherry-red lips pouted, and she said in a coquettish, chiding tone, "What? After I offended my brother for your sake and went to all the trouble of rescuing you, you're just going to abandon me here in the middle of nowhere?"
Mo Xingyun looked up at her willful, charming expression and gave a bitter laugh, not knowing how to respond. He could only say awkwardly, "I am but a mountain savage, accustomed to being alone. I stumbled into the Immortal Palace by chance. If you, Miss Miaoshu, don't return too soon, your brother and parents will be terribly worried."
Wei Miaoshu walked right up to him, placed her hands on her hips, and looked Mo Xingyun up and down. Her beautiful eyes stared at him as she said, "Oh, please. Spare me the formalities. You said your name was Duan Xing, right? You're not some mountain demon at all!"
She pointed a jade-like finger at his chest and said in a curious tone, "Out with it! Are you really from the Demonic Cult? Did you rescue me last time just to get into my home and gather intelligence?"
Mo Xingyun found it ridiculous. Wei Miaoshu had a playful smile on her face; she hardly looked like she was interrogating him. Her soft, beautiful face, illuminated by the moonlight, was as tender and red as a freshly picked cherry. Her full, rosy cheeks were delicate and radiant.
An impulse seized him, and his youthful nature took over. He grabbed her soft, jade-like hand and pressed it to his own chest. Wei Miaoshu let out a soft "Ah!" of surprise, blushing deeply as she tried to pull her hand away, but he held it firmly in his.
"Listen to my heartbeat. Not a single word I've said to you is a lie. I am indeed from the Demonic Cult. But I didn't rescue you last time to gather any of that so-called intelligence. I just thought it would be a terrible shame for such a beautiful young lady like you to fall off a cliff. Haha!"
Mo Xingyun wore a roguish expression, his large eyes fixed on Wei Miaoshu's blushing, stunningly beautiful face. He rubbed and caressed her small hand in his. Wei Miaoshu was overwhelmed with shyness from his words, and though her hand was held tightly, her heart was filled with joy.
She looked up into his eyes, pouting, and said, "Hmph! I knew you were no good. You had designs on me. Who risks their life to save a complete stranger out of the blue?"
Mo Xingyun, who had been enjoying their flirtatious banter, was jolted by her words, "complete stranger." He suddenly remembered her identity. He cursed himself inwardly for the unforgivable, unnatural thing he was doing. His expression darkened. He released her hand, took a deep breath, and said solemnly, "Miss Miaoshu, although I am from the Demonic Cult, I actually have... deep ties to the Immortal Palace. This time, I didn't go there with malicious intent. There are other reasons, but it's a long story."
Seeing his sincerity, Wei Miaoshu knew he wasn't lying. Looking at his handsome, resolute face, she said softly, "I... of course, I believe you. Actually, the moment I saw you, I felt you must be a truly good person. To risk your life to save me with such a righteous heart... even in the Demonic Cult, there can be men as righteous as you. What Father and the others say... it's all wrong..."
Mo Xingyun gave a bitter laugh and said, "Righteous... I am nothing more than a wandering ghost. But I am burdened with a sea of blood feud. This worthless life of mine still has a mission I must complete!"
As Mo Xingyun spoke, his emotions surged. Wei Miaoshu stood beside him, feeling his body tremble slightly and seeing his face flush. Though she was young and inexperienced with the ways of the world, she was naturally sensitive. For some reason, she felt a deep sense of closeness and affection for this man of unknown origin. Her heart pounded against her ribs, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.
Her pretty face flushed, she bit her cherry-red lip. Overcome with emotion, she threw herself into his arms, collapsing against Mo Xingyun's chest. She buried her face in his firm chest, her jade-like arms wrapping tightly around his powerful waist.
Mo Xingyun was at a loss, feeling the warmth and softness of her in his embrace, her fragrance enveloping him. He couldn't help but reach out and wrap his arms around her slender waist, pulling the beautiful maiden closer.
They held each other for a long time without speaking, only the gentle night wind blowing around them, the night itself seeming to grow tender.
Wei Miaoshu looked up, gazing at him adoringly from within his arms. Deep in her eyes burned a fiery love. Her slender, willow-leaf brows were slightly furrowed, and a captivating blush spread across her fair, delicate face. Her moist, rosy lips parted slightly, revealing her pearly white teeth. A hot, humid, orchid-like fragrance softly escaped with her breaths. She was the picture of a beautiful woman in the throes of passion.
"Brother Xing, why aren't you saying anything..."
Wei Miaoshu's eyes were hazy, her face flushed with desire. Her voice was soft, charming, and lingering. Hearing that alluring voice, seeing the passion swirling in her eyes and her slightly parted, tender red lips, Mo Xingyun, full of youthful vigor, felt a tingling sensation. The soft body in his arms, the intoxicating fragrance of a maiden, the fire in his heart seemed about to burst from his chest. Overwhelmed, he tightened his grip on Wei Miaoshu's slender waist and pressed his lips fiercely against hers, as red and ripe as a cherry.
"Mmm..."
Wei Miaoshu let out a soft moan, her body going limp as she melted against him. She threw her arms around his neck, parting her red lips to welcome his tongue. Her body pressed tightly against his burning chest, writhing restlessly.
Her lips were smooth and soft, her breath fragrant. As her lips parted, Mo Xingyun's tongue quickly slipped inside, like a small fish released into a river, freely exploring every corner of her mouth. Wei Miaoshu was also incredibly excited, eagerly extending her own fragrant tongue to respond, though clumsily and passionately.
The aroused young man and woman's tongues darted and teased, chasing and intertwining, matching each other perfectly as they kissed intimately. They were like thirsty desert travelers, greedily sucking the nectar from each other's mouths. The wet "smacking" sounds of their kiss echoed as their lips moved, and their excited saliva trickled from the corners of their mouths.
"Mmm... ah... Brother Xing..."
Wei Miaoshu's shy, seductive cooperation only fueled Mo Xingyun's desire. His hands roamed greedily and boldly over the passionate beauty in his arms, kneading and caressing. His large hands went straight to her full, proud breasts. The sensation was soft, full, and incredibly elastic. The large, round mounds rose and fell with her excited breathing, straining the fabric of her clothes until it seemed they might burst. The buttons were pulled taut, and the thin material of her shirt revealed the pattern and style of the pink lace bra beneath, wrapped around her full chest like a flower, a poppy bud full of temptation.
As Mo Xingyun kissed Wei Miaoshu's cherry lips, his excited hands moved from bottom to top, massaging her breasts. Even through her clothes, he could feel their full, soft softness. It felt as if his fingers were pressing into a smooth, slippery balloon. With each press, the tender flesh would yield deeply, overflowing between his fingers. When he relaxed, the elastic flesh would eagerly spring back. Combined with the silky, soft texture, he treasured the sensation, kneading them wantonly, his palms pressing harder and harder as if he were kneading two large, plump balls of dough.
As Mo Xingyun fondled her, Wei Miaoshu's body grew hot, and she felt dizzy. A vague sense of unease and impropriety washed over her. This was the first time a man's hands had so intimately and freely played with her breasts. Her round peaks were being wantonly shaped by his hands into various lewd forms. Her heart pounded like a drum, and she lay limp in his arms, yet she willingly arched her back to meet his palm, soft moans escaping her lips. The sound of a maiden in heat was exceptionally alluring.
While kneading her breasts, Mo Xingyun lowered his head to kiss her tender, glossy red lips, refusing to let go. She eagerly responded with her own smooth, fragrant tongue. Her red, full lips were licked and kissed by Mo Xingyun's mouth. The two of them were lost in passion, their delicate, soul-stirring moans unending.
"Rumble!"
Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder echoed across the sky, and the sound of drizzling rain began to patter around them.
The thunderclap struck Mo Xingyun like a bolt of lightning, jolting him back to his senses. He trembled and immediately pushed Wei Miaoshu away, staring blankly at her charming, flushed face and her limp, weakened state.
He cursed himself inwardly. He was a complete bastard. He quickly composed himself, gave a cold, formal bow, and said, "Thank you, Miss Miaoshu... for saving my life today. A great kindness requires no words of thanks. Let us part ways here. Perhaps we will meet again if fate allows."
Wei Miaoshu looked at him in disbelief. She was still lost in a haze of passion, and to see the man she loved change his attitude so quickly was more than her heart could bear. She said in a sorrowful voice, "Brother Xing... you... you're still saying such things to me? How... how can you be so cruel..."
With that, tears welled in her eyes, about to fall. She gazed at him with deep, unbroken affection. Mo Xingyun couldn't bear to see her so heartbroken. It had started to rain, and flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder could be seen and heard in the sky. He took off his thin shirt, pulled Wei Miaoshu's body to him, draped the shirt over her shoulders to shield her from the rain, then swept her up into his arms and turned, sprinting back towards the Immortal Palace.
Wei Miaoshu knew he was taking her back. Though she had a thousand things to say, she couldn't utter a single word. She could only bite her cherry-red lip, hold his neck tightly, and press herself against his bare chest, breathing in his familiar masculine scent. She stared at the man holding her, unable to look away for a moment, as if he would disappear if she did.
Mo Xingyun soon arrived at the entrance to the Immortal Palace. Getting any closer would risk alerting the guards. By now, the rain was pouring down, and lightning and thunder crashed across the sky. His bare upper body was drenched.
Even with his shirt draped over her and being held in his arms, Wei Miaoshu was soaked through. She was curled up in Mo Xingyun's embrace, her face streaked with tears as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her beautiful, silky hair was plastered to her snowy forehead, her heartbroken face a pitiful sight.
Mo Xingyun knew he couldn't linger any longer. He set her down, unable to bear the sight of her heartbroken expression. He bowed his head and said, "Miss Miaoshu, we part ways here. May we meet again someday."
With that, he took one last look at Wei Miaoshu's tear-streaked face, at her misty, sorrowful, and dazed eyes. He gritted his teeth, turned, and left resolutely. Behind him, the girl could no longer hold back her sobs, and she burst into loud cries. The sound, mixed with the thunder and rain, pierced deeply into Mo Xingyun's heart.
"You seem to care for her a great deal..." As Mo Xingyun ran, Long Yue's voice suddenly sounded in his mind. Her tone was flat, impossible to read, more of a simple statement.
Mo Xingyun's heart tightened. He didn't know how to respond.
"So intimate before, and now you pretend to be distant. Emotions are indeed so fickle," Long Yue continued.
Mo Xingyun remained silent. He didn't understand the purpose of Long Yue's words. The feelings between him and Wei Miaoshu were complicated and forbidden. He was heartbroken, his young, sensitive heart feeling a heavy blockage for the first time. Rain mixed with tears streamed down his resolute face. He wiped the water from his eyes and leaped forward, quickly disappearing into the mountain forest on the rainy night.
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