CHAPTER 279: CHAPTER 155 PALACE MASTER XIAO: "IF THIS GOES ON, WHAT WILL I BECOME?"_2

She could endure Qingyue’s actions at this moment, but her body inevitably felt a feverish dryness in her mouth.

’What is Qingyue thinking? Although she is a half-demon, she doesn’t have a mating season like pure blood demon beasts, yet she’s still insatiable during her period, how ridiculous!’

Xiao Yinruo thought helplessly, how could this high and cold child be like this?

However, luckily, she gradually couldn’t sense Mu Qingyue doing anything more.

Xiao Yinruo looked at the chessboard, it was already the fifth game with Zhu Nanzhi.

After realizing Mu Qingyue settled down, she completely breathed a sigh of relief, feeling less heated.

Only, the long gown under her was somewhat not right.

’I’ll go wash up after this game.’

As she thought, she picked up the teacup and took a sip, but at that moment, her eyes suddenly widened, and she made a sound between a gag and discomfort, the tea in her mouth suddenly sprayed onto the tea tray.

"Cough, cough cough cough..."

Xiao Yinruo covered her elegant neck with both hands, her peach blossom eyes widened, filled with disbelief as a thick mist arose within them.

What was Mu Qingyue doing? What was she doing? What was she doing!?

This is that kid Jin’an’s... that’s right, this size...

Mu Qingyue actually, actually...

"Cough cough cough..."

A strong urge to gag surged in her throat, forcing Xiao Yinruo to turn sideways and bend over, her vision blurred by the rising mist.

But mostly it was discomfort.

This all-encompassing feeling, so uncomfortable.

Xiao Yinruo didn’t have the mental space to think about how Mu Qingyue managed it, she just felt a sense of torment, even wanting to retract the ’Empathy’ technique.

But this technique, like the insurance Zhi placed on her when Nanzhi entered the mortal world, could only be retracted face-to-face.

Xiao Yinruo’s red lips parted, tears streamed down her cheeks, she gasped for breath in large gulps, her cheeks growing redder.

Pa!

Zhu Nanzhi suddenly threw the teacup in her hand to the ground, Han Wu standing to the side turned pale.

Tea, there’s poison in the tea!?

That kind of poison that could make a Divine Presence realm cultivator unaware and in such pain... what is it?

Who poisoned it?

Who wants to harm the Palace Master!?

"Master, are you alright?" Zhu Nanzhi hurriedly ran to Xiao Yinruo’s side, crouching down, anxiously stroking her back, she looked up at Han Wu: "Don’t panic, you go out and see, see if anyone’s behaving suspiciously..."

Before she finished speaking, Xiao Yinruo raised her hand to stop Zhu Nanzhi’s words, her voice a bit hoarse as she spoke: "No, it’s not poison."

Zhu Nanzhi’s expression froze, looking at her master’s flushed and elegant face: "But you..."

"It’s nothing, just a bit of trouble in cultivation."

Xiao Yinruo quickly finished speaking, hurriedly got up, and walked towards the door: "Don’t bother me."

Covering her neck with one hand, as Xiao Yinruo took steps, she felt her legs turning weak, and even more terrifying...

She found herself uncomfortable, yet her body’s reaction... akin to that night peeping at Wanyu and Jin’an.

Very hot, and wanting...

Bang!

Xiao Yinruo closed the door and hurried to her bedroom, under the long gown, her fair and plump legs trembled slightly, faintly glistening with a crystalline sheen.

She held onto the wall with one hand, her moist eyes still filled with disbelief, can this really be done!?

Inside the room, Zhu Nanzhi stared blankly at her master’s departing back.

Since Master said it’s not poison, then it surely isn’t... otherwise, she would have figured out how to detoxify immediately.

And Master’s expression, actions, indeed didn’t look like poisoning...

Thinking back now, this coughing, why does it seem familiar?

"Holy, Holy Daughter, is the Palace Master really okay?" Han Wu asked worriedly.

Zhu Nanzhi shook her head, lightly pursed her cherry lips, subconsciously supporting the stool as she tried to stand, and then.

"Hmm?"

Her body paused, and she raised her left hand to her face, this sensation...

"Master..."

Zhu Nanzhi’s eyes filled with disbelief as she looked toward the door, was Master having a fever?

This... is too absurd?

······

Back in the room, Xiao Yinruo set up a soundproof, isolating barrier, then curled up on the bed.

She still held her throat, her peach blossom eyes brimming with moisture, yet amid the discomfort, a hint of alluring bewilderment gradually appeared.

Xiao Yinruo still felt enduring Empathy with Mu Qingyue was tough, so she used magic to alleviate the discomfort, but as the discomfort waned, it was replaced by an indescribable feeling.

She had experienced this while empathizing with Nanzhi, yet the Empathy with Mu Qingyue was different.

Because this Senior Sister Qingyue could embrace everything about Junior Brother Lu Jin’an.

As she gradually adapted to this unprecedented feeling, Xiao Yinruo began to restlessly twist her body, the feeling especially strong.

She sensed that Mu Qingyue’s emotions were extremely intense at this moment, she couldn’t understand why Qingyue was so delighted, but all these emotions were fed back!

Xiao Yinruo wanted to know what could make Mu Qingyue so excited, and why suddenly she was with that child Jin’an, but the emotions she felt left her mind unable to think much.

She writhed with unease, her shapely, evenly proportioned legs exposed fully from the split of her long gown, glistening with sweat, smooth as porcelain, almost as lustrous as a gemstone.

At the motion of her legs, the graceful tendon at the root strained slightly due to the posture, displaying a beautiful curve.

Xiao Yinruo lay flat on the bed, her lips slightly apart without deep lip lines, as if unable to breathe properly, yet within this discomfort, there was an inexplicable, melodious sound.

Suddenly, her foot arch tensed up, a row of perfectly round, jade-like pink toe pads crumpled the sheet into a somewhat messy vortex.

At this moment, Xiao Yinruo’s body radiated a fragrance much richer and more mellow than usual, a subtle and elegant skin perfume.

The scent of sweat permeated every corner of the room, Xiao Yinruo’s back arched slightly on the pillow, looking at the ceiling with wide, peach-colored eyes, her gaze involuntarily rolling upwards.

Her face was filled with incredulity and a flush of alluring charm.

Clearly, she had empathized with such matters from Nanzhi and Wanyu, but the sensations brought by Mu Qingyue seemed more intense.

Xiao Yinruo breathed, squeezing her body, her tall and winsome torso flipping restlessly like it had something on its mind, the neat sheets scattering into disorder under her hands’ repeated grasping and relaxing.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, nor her thoughts, only occasionally curling her seductive body and, for some reason, softly called out "Junior Brother".

Under the sparse moonlight and stars, Xiao Yinruo curled on the bed on her side, her pure white gown tucked to her elbows at some unknown point.

With her fragrant shoulders half-exposed, the sweat glistened like orchid mist.

Her exquisite, enticing collarbones rose and fell with her gradually calming breathing, Xiao Yinruo closed her eyes, tears seemingly at the corners, her mouth a bit crystalline too.

She clutched her collar, feeling her cheeks and jaw tremble slightly.

She opened her eyes a bit, a hint of confusion flashing in her gentle peach-colored eyes, did that girl Qingyue eat something, why does it feel like she’s jumping all around?

Xiao Yinruo pressed her legs together, her teeth lightly biting her lower lip, now in recovery of her thoughts, she couldn’t help but recall Pei Wanyu’s words.

Different people doing the same thing might even empathize with strength.

At this thought, Xiao Yinruo extended her right hand, the Empathy Technique flowed at her fingertips, she felt the power.

But at this moment, compared to the strength converted from this ’Empathy,’ the feeling in her body was far more intense.

Xiao Yinruo lowered her head slightly, her slanted collar open, the sweat droplets vanishing into the shadows.

Her pupils seemed to focus into two disoriented points, causing her to instinctively press her legs together.

’Why...’

’What happened with Qingyue was even simpler than that night with Wanyu, why did it turn out like this...’

’I even called Junior Brother along with her.’

Xiao Yinruo tightened her hands, unable to resist touching her throat again, when the discomfort was dispelled with magic, the residual strange sensation...

She halted her thoughts, yet myriad thoughts arose, recalling the scene with Wanyu in Qingyi Palace calling each other "roast chicken."

Her... the same as Wanyu!?

No!

Not the same!

All because of the unexpected reasons Qingyue caused, all because of herself turning out this way.

Xiao Yinruo gritted her teeth, held onto the bed to sit up, feeling her waist weak and exhausted.

She looked out the window, her beautiful eyes somewhat lost in thought.

Why is Qingyue, that child so cold, even doing a simple thing can carry such intense emotions?

Xiao Yinruo clutched her collar, suddenly regretting applying Empathy Technique on Qingyue on her friend’s advice.

If this continues, what will I become?

······

Author: Request for the end of month ticket!