The atmosphere grew gentle and tranquil. Guan Xing himself did not know how much he had drunk; without realizing it, two bottles of red wine were already empty. He was not drunk—this amount of alcohol meant little to him—but Sun Yiran before him had clearly been intoxicated to the depths of her heart. The rosy flush on her face only added layers of seductive charm.
Wine does not intoxicate; people intoxicate themselves. Watching her lightly moisten her lips, the purple-red softness of her mouth, the faint glimpse of pearly teeth, and the glimmering light in her alluring eyes, a sensual tide rippled from her body like waves. A true beauty was a true beauty—when desire flowed from her so naturally, even Guan Xing found himself unconsciously drawn into the intoxication.
The fragrance of food, the richness of wine, the beauty of a woman—this was the life Guan Xing desired.
"Husband, am I beautiful?"
Her gaze, her body, her eyes—every fraction and every inch brimmed with the most stirring spring scenery. Sun Yiran herself was a woman born with blossoming desire. Now, buoyed by wine and mature allure, who could possibly resist her?
Guan Xing nodded, slightly moved, and said softly, "Very… very beautiful."
Even with his years of experience and countless women, none compared to her. It was not merely her stunning face, but the innate seductive aura that rose from the depths of her body and soul—as if she were born to enchant men.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
Step by step, she tempted him. No one could tell whether she was truly drunk or acting deliberately, and Guan Xing had no time to consider it.
"All men want to. I'm a man too."
He smiled lightly. This woman he had saved three times had truly left him powerless to resist—especially now, with springtime beauty unfolding before his eyes like the most intoxicating melody, igniting passion into a blazing fire.
"Giggle—"
A bell-like laugh slipped out as she murmured softly, "Then what are you waiting for, husband? Tonight, Yiran belongs to you."
She raised the glass to her lips, slowly lifting her delicate face. Her purple-red lips, like blooming fragrant petals, moved close to Guan Xing. The scent of wine, the warmth of lips—the person herself was even sweeter.
Any normal man would taste such sweetness. Guan Xing was a man—and a very normal one.
He lowered his head slowly, brushing against her lips, merging gently, gradually claiming that wine-scented mouth. Red wine flowed between them, mixed with a woman's fragrance—an entirely different flavor. Sun Yiran smiled, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, "Husband, is it good?"
Guan Xing did not answer. He opened his arms and pulled her fiery, full body into his embrace, seeking her lips again and claiming them completely. A tide of aroused desire surged. From her breath came faint, lingering moans—she was already moved beyond restraint.
Her body grew soft and weak, allowing Guan Xing's caresses and conquest. The spring desire she had suppressed for twenty-eight years erupted in that instant. When she felt a hand slip beneath her dress and reach her proud, trembling curves, she knew resistance was impossible.
Her eyes burned with passion, the fire raging as if it would reduce everything to ashes.
"Husband, hold me. I want to bathe. Tonight… Yiran wants to give you her most beautiful self."
At this moment, even if Guan Xing wanted to stop, he could no longer suppress the desire exploding within him.
Warm water cascaded down like mist, stirring waves of steam. One piece of clothing after another fell from their bodies, all sparked by a single gentle kiss. Sun Yiran shot Guan Xing a seductive glance and planted a light kiss on his firm chest.
Guan Xing lost control and pulled her tightly into his arms, wishing to merge her entirely into himself.
Her pinned black hair loosened and flowed straight down to her waist. Water streamed over her body, glowing softly, red and white blending harmoniously, radiating a sacred and elegant beauty—like the Goddess Luo emerging from water, breathtakingly stunning. Her peerless beauty melted into her smile, and even Guan Xing could not look away.
Her exquisite features needed no mention. Her neck arched gracefully, smooth and fair; her full, generous curves were white like snow lotuses from the Tianshan Mountains, crowned with rosy pearls beyond compare, swaying gently and tempting a lover's devotion. Her flat abdomen was like congealed jade, smooth and fragrant. The alluring mystery between light and shadow faded subtly between her long, shapely legs. Her rounded hips heightened the restless allure, while her delicate feet, painted with bright red polish, were irresistibly sensual.
This tender yet mature body was nearly perfect. Even Guan Xing, always demanding when it came to women, could find no flaw. He was utterly captivated, sinking into it, unable to pull himself free.
Her moans never ceased. Such unrestrained caresses burned hotter than their earlier kisses. In the surging passion of man and woman, there was only the endless pursuit of physical ecstasy. In this moment, the world itself faded away.
When Guan Xing carried the soft, powerless woman onto the bed, all preludes had reached their peak. Sun Yiran was even more overwhelmed than he was. She wrapped her arms around his neck, offering her lips. No words were needed—tonight was truly their wedding night.
A lingering springtime melody arose, mingling with the sounds of unrestrained desire, deepening the night's warmth. Amid the rising and falling rhythm, Sun Yiran gave herself completely. The vivid trace of red stirred even Guan Xing's heart as he sank into the sea of desire.
This mature, enchanting Sun Yiran was, astonishingly, still a virgin. Such beauty required profound life's refinement to possess. Though he had once resisted such thoughts, this time Guan Xing felt a quiet satisfaction. Toward a woman he truly accepted, a man always hoped for purity. Even after many years abroad, this belief had never left him.
Holding the captivating beauty tightly in his arms, Guan Xing felt spring return once more. Passion surged again; her soft, weak murmurs could not disperse the desire flooding his body.
"Husband… tired… be gentle—"
But the boundless pleasure quickly drowned out her voice. Their bodies intertwined, the melody of passion rising again.
Like a bursting flood, the climax fell at last. The surging impulse finally poured forth. On the bed, man and woman wove desire and emotion into a unique bond, slowly blending into one another.
Within Guan Xing, streams of vital energy roared and surged. A powerful yin essence spread through every corner of his body. His fiery internal cultivation method finally found a way to circulate. The heavenly bottleneck he had never been able to break through was unexpectedly reached at its peak through this woman's pristine yin essence.
He did not know why. He had been with virgins before, yet never had he gained such immense benefit. Perhaps it was because Sun Yiran was born with a naturally seductive constitution, he thought.
Feeling the boundless true energy surging within him, Guan Xing was filled with joy. With this power, he had taken another step closer to the ultimate realm of medical mastery—the Heavenly Dao.