Chapter 343: Chapter 227: The Blood Refining Array, The Disappearance of Ji Nanjue!_1
Although she wasn’t a man, she understood the hardship of such endurance. Feeling all the ways he treated her, she seemed to have finally made some resolution, biting her thin lips. Then she slowly slid off his body and, under his incredulous gaze, hid in the shadows beneath the bed.
Su Bei stared at her in shock. He suddenly understood something and took a sharp breath. "HISS—"
Gently stroking her snow-white hair, he also knew the predicament she was in. "You don’t have to do this..."
But Dan Wulan lifted her head, looking at Su Bei, her lips slightly parted, revealing her neat teeth. "Senior brother, you are my husband." She drew out the word "husband" for a long time.
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The midday sun shone brightly, its light descending bit by bit.
If Dan Wuque were to suddenly barge in now, it would surely be an interesting situation. I’ve already imagined countless scenarios. For example, that ditzy girl with the ahoge, staring with wide, innocent eyes, might look at me in confusion and ask, "Senior brother, what is sister doing?" Or perhaps her face would flush bright red as she stepped forward, took a deep breath, and declared, "Senior brother, I want to as well..."
Feeling Dan Wulan’s body trembling gently, Su Bei quickly shook his head, casting aside the confusing mess of thoughts. He gently stroked her cheek, and she calmed down considerably. However, while Su Bei enjoyed her tenderness, one ear perked up, guiltily listening for any sounds from outside the window. The slightest rustle of leaves would make his hair stand on end, and he would instinctively reach out to stroke Dan Wulan’s white hair.
After a long while— Su Bei reached his large hand around Dan Wulan’s waist, then slowly slid it up to her armpit, pulling her back into his embrace.
Dan Wulan wiped the corner of her lips, her cool eyes filled with a shyness too intense to meet directly, like winter plum blossoms emerging as the snow thaws. "I’m going to find Wuque..."
Struggling to get up from him, she was stopped by his strong arm. Her body went soft again, and she collapsed into his embrace.
Su Bei didn’t tease her but gently lifted her skirt all the way up to her thighs. Her slender, fair calves were revealed, as smooth as white jade, except for the two bruises on her knees, which were particularly jarring and drew the eye. Bright sunlight streamed in, passing through the bamboo window lattice, casting dappled light and shadows.
A long time had indeed passed. She was still recovering from her illness, so she must have been enduring considerable discomfort earlier. His large hand rested on her smooth knee, feeling its delicacy. A flicker of Spiritual Energy flashed, and the bruises slowly faded... "If you ever feel uncomfortable in the future, don’t just bear it." Stroking her cheek, his eyes filled with exceptional tenderness.
Dan Wulan lowered her head, avoiding his gaze. This was the first time she had done such a thing for him while he was conscious. But the earlier shyness and discomfort had now vanished, leaving only a faint sweetness in her heart.
Su Bei gently tapped her nose, gazing at the scenery outside the window; everything seemed warm and bright. A sudden thought struck him, and he asked, "Would you like to go horse riding?" An outing in early spring to enjoy the greenery was a joyful activity.
Dan Wulan’s eyes flashed, but she shook her head, her voice still a little quiet. "No, it wouldn’t be good if Dan Wuque saw us..."
Su Bei’s expression was a little strange. I’m talking about actual horses. What strange thing has this woman imagined?
"I mean actual horse riding."
Dan Wulan fell silent, realizing she had misunderstood. She coughed lightly to cover her embarrassment. Thus, with Su Bei’s encouragement, she no longer resisted.
A soft rustling sound was heard as the two of them, now neatly dressed, left the room, Su Bei supporting Dan Wulan. They found some Sacred Land Disciples. Although Su Bei’s request left them scratching their heads, they still managed to procure a tall horse for the pair. Worried that Dan Wulan might find it uncomfortable, they had even thoughtfully placed several layers of cotton padding on the saddle.
Taking advantage of this rare moment of leisure, Su Bei lifted Dan Wulan and placed her on the horse in front of him. His arms encircled her slender waist, and her fragrance filled his nostrils. Thus, they rode into the warm breeze, the horse snorting softly, heading east out of Wu City. That area, it was said, was carpeted with wildflowers and tender willow shoots—the perfect place for an outing to rejuvenate body and mind.
With such fragrant, soft jade in his arms, if his mind remained free of distracting thoughts, he would truly be a born saint. Even though he had just experienced a moment of post-coital clarity, Su Bei’s passion was instantly reignited.
Dan Wulan could clearly feel the change in Su Bei. Her cheeks flushed, and she leaned forward as much as possible to avoid contact, slightly shifting her position. However, she hadn’t expected Su Bei to use the arm around her waist to pull her firmly back against him.
Her white hair floated in the wind, mingling with Su Bei’s dark strands. Gazing at her pale, slender nape, Su Bei gently kissed it.
"Senior brother... don’t."
They were outdoors, and even though there weren’t many people around, she still felt somewhat uneasy in broad daylight. Su Bei, however, completely ignored her pleas, feeling the woman in his arms become even more intimate. Just one small taste was enough to transform a man into an insatiable beast, unable to stop.
Dan Wulan’s chest rose and fell unevenly, her figure seeming even more voluptuous. She turned her head to look at Su Bei, her cheeks suffused with a rosy blush.