Chapter 540: Chapter 527: What Flew Out

Tidal emotions surged into memories, and the hand clutching the soft bag of hot stones trembled ever so slightly, a quiet voice gently murmuring in his ear.

Plain little stories came vividly to life from his lips, carrying a hint of childish consoling intent.

Su Jing’s dark eyes softly met the candlelight’s sparkle, suddenly feeling a sour warmth in her heart, her pulse racing uncontrollably, even her fingertips beginning to warm.

She cherished and listened intently to a story, and he whispered in her ear, reaching out to gather her hair, “Jing, after the story, the ghosts have left, sleep well, I will take you down the mountain tomorrow to buy rouge for your little dark face.”

He fetched a Short Flute from his sleeve, handed it to her with a soft laugh, “Jing, don’t be afraid, the Divination Flute is for you, they won’t dare to hurt you anymore.”

It struck her like a lethal blow, Su Jing felt an unbearable pain rising in her throat that she could no longer hide.

She gently tilted her head back, her side profile shimmering with faint tears, a rare tender yet sorrowful expression congealing in her eyes, her body slightly trembling, she whispered softly, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… Baili An.”

The quiet wind stirred outside the window, fine rain falling on the leaves, a tranquil night.

Between the lightly dancing curtains, Baili An, whose eyes were drunken and puzzled, thought he could sleep peacefully now.

Listening to her tremulous apologies as if blaming herself continuously, his heart couldn’t help but sour and sadden, his eyebrows furrowing.

At this moment, both of their minds were a chaotic mess, unable to discern the passing of time and seasons.

Suddenly, Baili An felt a cold jade hand touch the back of his neck, and the woman beneath him tenderly and sorrowfully pressed a kiss.

Tears slid between their lips, leaving a slight bitterness.

A blue gauze curtain submerged their overlapping silhouettes, her delicate jade hand peeled away the layers of his robes, revealing a pale and slightly frail chest.

Tender, tearful kisses trailed downward, soft as a drizzle, rolling over his neck’s skin.

The porcelain white teeth opened the laces and buttons of the young man’s garment, and as her cool soft lips touched the fatal sword scar on his chest, her movements suddenly turned fierce and violent.

The skin under her teeth and lips stung sensitively, gnawed and lapped at, as if she carried a sad, resentful revenge.

Baili An felt all strength leave his body, his frame dizzy and heavy, overwhelmed by the complex emotions wrapping around him.

He was unable to resist, as if he was about to sink into her delicate, soft body.

Eventually, the skin where the sword scar was bit through and bled.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air, a trace of red sweeping through Baili An’s dark pupils.

A low, dangerous growl emanated from his mouth, suddenly he raised his hand to lift her chin, his gaze hazy and perilous as he stared at the faint trace of blood on her pale lips.

He aggressively returned the kiss, cleaning the blood on her lip corners, his slightly pointed teeth grinding her soft lips until they split, the sweet taste gradually making him lose control.

The quiet night began to turn into chaos.

The bonelessly soft body in his arms seemed unfit for his sudden forceful retort, her bare pale legs tangled restlessly on the aqua bed, moving everywhere as if a startled white crane in water.

Perhaps sensing her fierce struggle, Baili An let go of her lips, lightly biting on her slightly sweaty jade neck, “Don’t hide, it will hurt.”

A breathy, seductive sound came from below, whether genuinely fearing pain or for some other reason, her struggles seemed not so intense anymore.

His sharp Tusk slowly pierced the woman’s snow-white tender skin, the mesmerizing allure of fresh blood far surpassing all the world’s finest wines.

Human blood best stimulated the corpse demon’s primal desires.

Without much instruction, Baili An’s fingers deftly unraveled the ties around her waist, her white gown slipping down, revealing a shoulder of snowy white, her slender, long lotus jade arms under the night light and green lamp.

Cold jade is most fragrant, as they say.

Sea demon vines intricately intertwined around their wrists, the Emotion Slayer Sword forlornly thrown outside the blue gauze curtain.

Below the exquisitely butterfly-like collarbones lay a breathtakingly tempting scene of creamy whiteness, fully exposed.

The night wind suddenly picked up, two palace windows blown wide open, the cool spring rain invading the room, no one noticing the slender purple figure perched on the eaves outside, eagerly watching the romantic scene inside.

Baili An’s gaze intense, he suddenly leaned lower, his nose lightly nuzzling the tender fragrance, his blood-stained lips slightly parted, a pair of faintly visible sharp teeth looking quite aggressive, yet his actions were extremely gentle as he slowly enveloped her completely.

Su Jing gasped, her eyes red with tears, her voice choked and brokenly whimpering, “Baili An…”

All her usual hostility and coldness vanished, her cultivation useless, forced to turn under him, the clothes wrapped around her waist thus removed.

Her dainty waist, covered in enticing dimples, shed its clothes, revealing her narrow waist and pert buttocks, and surprisingly, a snow-white fluffy tail emerged, trembling delicately with the restrained shivering of her body.

Baili An slowly widened his eyes, the corpse demon’s nature inherently carrying a bit of a wild beast’s instinct.

Like a lone wolf overlooking its prey, the rabbit beneath it, the cuter it appeared, the more it incited his desire to tear and bully.

Forced into an attractively curved posture, Su Jing reacted much slower under the intoxicating effects of Sanqing Wine than usual.

Once her clothes were completely removed, the cold wind struck her skin, making her feel a chill, only then did she realize her body held not just the secret of those ears.

The ears were hard to hide, popping out unexpectedly, clearly seen by him, no amount of covering could sever his interest in those ears.

But he didn’t know, the side effects of the Divine Tree’s essence went beyond that.

Even more embarrassingly, it hid… that group of rabbit tails that no one should see.

Fortunately, it wasn’t a fox tail, small and easy to hide under clothing, perfectly concealed during their candid encounter in the lake earlier in the night.

Now… it was completely exposed, leaving nothing hidden.

Su Jing’s face flushed with embarrassment, and when the little corpse demon bit the tail, she finally lost her composure, her eyelashes fluttering, her eyes pitifully wet and red, she fiercely glared back at him, “Don’t touch me.”

Perhaps knowing the threat was futile, her two delicate white jade arms randomly scrambled on the bed, trying to escape.

In the midst of her frantic struggles, the scattered snowy white clothes were torn into disarray, the bellyband and jade belt dropping out.

At the same time, something hidden in the white sleeve also slid out, flung by the clothes, landing not too heavily on Baili An’s head.