CHAPTER 451: CHAPTER 451: IT’S ALL MO JIAO’S FAULT

"You... you really came over dressed like this?" Xiao Jinsheng spoke, covering her eyes.

Meeting the gaze that peeked through her fingers, Mo Jiao chuckled, "I am wearing a robe."

"Where’s the robe?" Xiao Jinsheng’s eyes fell on his belt and chain-wrapped, exposed upper body, feeling her ears turn hot with blush.

"I lost it." Mo Jiao faced Xiao Jinsheng’s continued stolen glances, directly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pressing her palm against his chest.

"If you want to look, look openly. Do I not know you?" Mo Jiao laughed softly.

"What!" Xiao Jinsheng struggled to break free from his hand, but Mo Jiao held tightly and teasingly moved her hand with each breath along his chest.

"Don’t move, don’t move, don’t ruin my heart of the way." Xiao Jinsheng shut her eyes tightly and shook her head repeatedly, "I just said today that I want to be pure and single-minded in my cultivation."

"Of course I know that." Mo Jiao smiled as he raised her other hand, pressing it against his abs.

Not moving her hand, he himself squeezed her hand, pressing forcefully on his abs.

"Female Master, I’m helping you here." Mo Jiao leaned closer, whispering gently by her blushing red ear.

Purple-black mist floated around Xiao Jinsheng and Mo Jiao, ethereal and real.

Though not embraced, Xiao Jinsheng felt completely enveloped by the fragrant heat from Mo Jiao’s body.

"If you want to cultivate single-mindedly, you must eliminate all distractions."

"Without temptation, how can you train your will to be firm?"

"Murmur..." Xiao Jinsheng cried out, covering her eyes.

Tears were heard but did not fall.

Mo Jiao chuckled mockingly, scooping her horizontally into his arms, heading toward the bedroom.

The black mist gently pushed the door closed.

Xiao Jinsheng was carefully set to sit at the bedside by Mo Jiao.

Just as Xiao Jinsheng expected Mo Jiao to cuddle close as usual, she found he moved away instead.

She cautiously opened her eyes, seeing Mo Jiao take out a book of calming incantations, spreading it open and placing it on her lap.

"Cultivate then." Mo Jiao laughed.

"But you..." Xiao Jinsheng was at a loss for words.

Her gaze was filled with reluctance, occasionally glancing at the enticing chest, abs, and fishtail line.

Soon her gaze was covered by Mo Jiao’s hand.

"Mo Jiao, you’re too much." Xiao Jinsheng accused.

Feeling Xiao Jinsheng’s eyelashes blink over his palm, tickling the heart with excitement.

Mo Jiao smiled, "I’m cooperating with you, you said you want purity."

"Then let’s test..." Mo Jiao leaned back beside Xiao Jinsheng, pressing a hand on her lower back, gently tapping with his fingertips, "See if you can go all night without acknowledging me."

"Or if I pull you into a pit of ruin."

"Then what if I win?" Between seduction and the bet, Xiao Jinsheng was curious about the prize.

"You decide, how about it?" Mo Jiao asked.

Xiao Jinsheng blinked.

She hadn’t thought of it before.

But tonight, Mo Jiao’s bold outfit gave her inspiration.

"If I win, for the next seven days your attire will be decided by me." Xiao Jinsheng eagerly proposed.

"Alright." Mo Jiao smiled in response.

His fingertip tapped on the book page, "Start cultivating."

The book provided by Lou Yan Zhi was common in the cultivation world, used for calming the mind.

Though she wanted to overcome Mo Jiao.

This bet still made Xiao Jinsheng want to challenge it.

But she found that the characters she could memorize with one glance previously.

At this moment, this knowledge wasn’t getting into her head!

Around her was all of Mo Jiao’s snake-like entwining scent, enveloping and seemingly bringing ’suffocation’.

The overheated large hands on Xiao Jinsheng.

Continuing to tease with fingertips on her body.

"Stop looking at the book." Mo Jiao laughed, attempting to snatch the book.

Remembering the rules of the bet, Xiao Jinsheng forcefully held the pages.

But could feel Mo Jiao leaning his whole weight lightly on her left shoulder.

Xiao Jinsheng silently repeated the bet and lowered her head to look at the page, only to feel a cold, smooth touch skim across her chin.

In her feverish state, she inexplicably wanted to chase after this coolness.

Looking down, she found it was a small snake formed from black mist.

With graceful violet eyes, it floated close to her.

The cold snake’s tongue lightly licking, inadvertently brushed against the corner of her lips.

"Mo Jiao..." Xiao Jinsheng tearfully called out to Mo Jiao.

As she turned to look, she met Mo Jiao’s purple eyes and could feel the icy snake winding around her neck.

"You’re too much." Xiao Jinsheng’s eyes welled up, even her eye corners showed a pink hue.

She was just kidding.

Who wants purity?

If she needs purity, how does she elevate her spiritual power?

Who knew Mo Jiao believed her, still thinking of ways to tease her.

The more Xiao Jinsheng thought, the angrier she got, the angrier she felt she couldn’t let Mo Jiao off like this.

She threw the book aside.

Grabbed the chains on Mo Jiao’s chest, forcing him to bend closer as she lunged for his lips to bite.

"Xiao Jinsheng, you’ve failed." Mo Jiao grinned with a hand on her lower back.

"I failed, you’re doomed!" Xiao Jinsheng spoke defiantly.

"I’m doomed?" Mo Jiao chuckled lightly, "We’ll have to test to know."

With that, he hugged Xiao Jinsheng tightly.

Black mist rose again, this time covering the entire room.

Early the next morning, Xiao Jinsheng awoke in Mo Jiao’s arms, tugging his long ink-purple hair in frustration.

"Not sleeping anymore?" Mo Jiao opened his eyes, amused by Xiao Jinsheng’s venting-like hair rumpling.

"Humph, don’t want to acknowledge you." Xiao Jinsheng snorted.

She couldn’t keep the promise of the pure challenge, let alone.

All blame lay on Mo Jiao always flirting with her!

So it’s all Mo Jiao’s fault.

Speaking of teaching Mo Jiao a lesson, but after an overnight of practice, Xiao Jinsheng found her Beast Husband, no matter his origin, had a frightening talent in this aspect.

She couldn’t succeed in getting revenge on Mo Jiao.

Could only wake up to pull at Mo Jiao’s hair in retaliation.

"You choose my attire for the next seven days." Seeing Xiao Jinsheng fuming, facing away from him, Mo Jiao hugged her from behind, speaking warmly.

"I didn’t last." Xiao Jinsheng replied with another hum, "All your fault, always dangling before me, seducing me."

"You won, as agreed, you’ll decide my attire for the seven days."

"You didn’t last, I won, but it’s also your win."

"We are husband and wife, what’s mine is yours, if I win it’s your win too?" Mo Jiao coaxed.

"Rare to hear you say nice things." Xiao Jinsheng smiled, turning around, "Where did you learn them?"

Mo Jiao said nothing.

He hadn’t mentioned that during Xiao Jinsheng’s time in the cultivation world.

The Illusion System was bothersome.

But it indeed had quite a few books on how to please the Female Master.

From those books, Mo Jiao gained greatly.

"Don’t be mad, alright?" Mo Jiao reached out, brushing aside the long hair on Xiao Jinsheng’s cheek, "Considering how hard I worked last night?"

"Humph." Xiao Jinsheng qualifiedly snorted, "Seven days isn’t enough, make it a month."

"Whatever attire I want you to wear, you’ll have to wear it."

"Alright." Mo Jiao agreed swiftly, promptly asking, "What should I wear today then."

"This schedule accumulates over time, counting as one day after wearing." Xiao Jinsheng replied blushing, "Besides, who’s wearing it for half a day."

"Only wear what I arrange on that day?" Mo Jiao realized.

He laughed, pinching Xiao Jinsheng’s nose, "And you say me, you aren’t thinking purely every day either."

"So what." Xiao Jinsheng retorted arrogantly.