CHAPTER 89: WA TI NING’S MOUTH.

After that, they hunted a few more groups and managed to plunder three grade 4 cores and around 11,000 points.

Even the little boy from before who was against the idea was revived.

"Let’s stop for now... We need to rest for now." Yi Xun Xue said while getting closer to Zhao Fan. They have burned their Qi so, it’s logical for them to sit peacefully and cultivate rather than to take any further action. The mountains are vast, can’t climb them all in one day.

To which, Young Master Zhao had no problem even though he himself was exhausted despite the fact that he could recover rapidly with the 3 Qi-gathering array, the mental toll was as heavy as the Kunlun mountains.

"Young Master, you have worked hard today... Do you want me to please you with my mouth?" Ling’er also went closer to Young Master Zhao.

"Sister Ling’er... You can’t do this, I was about to ask the same." Yi Xin Xue said, as a loyal maid it’s reasonable to warm Young Master after all his work, the plant only blooms when watered well. And it’s a perfect opportunity to cultivate the feelings and talk about the poetry of love Dao.

"Sister lotus, it’s your fault you couldn’t speak, also, I am a concubine and it’s my duty to make sure Young Master can be at ease." Both women glared at each other.

To think they were friendly just a moment ago and Ling’er had wished to learn more about the harmony of man and woman from Yi Xin Xue.

"It’s okay... You can go first, I have no problem going second, the stars may be too many but the only thing that matters is how long it can shine." Yi Xin Xue said while she looked at the young boy that was hanging from the tree.

"I have to say, Young Master, you have very bad taste... Not that I want to educate you, this maid dare not even in nine lives, but it seems you want that boy to suffer as you make love with Wa Ti Ning. However, Young Master, since we leave this place it might be that we will never meet this woman... " Yi Xin Xue said as soft as lotus, and as gentle as breeze knowing very well that Wa Ti Ning was a temporary member.

"Your concerns are valid and I am well aware that Wa Ti Ning is a guest for a few days. But don’t worry, if I really want I can find her easily... Once we leave this domain, if you want to make a good with her as Yin Sisters then you can do so." Zhao Fan said while he looked at Ling’er with his deep eyes.

"You know what, come here... I don’t want to feel your mouth but hers..." Young Master pointed at Wa Ti Ning, causing her emerald eyes to widen but she could only nod.

"Saintess... You can’t do this, you can’t do this... No, no, no... I want to duel with you... You there be a man, come and fight me, let’s have a life-and-death battle." the boy roared while still hanging in the tree with a rope.

As pathetic as he is, it’s his honor that he could witness the tender lips of the holy Saintess stretching while taking Zhao Fan’s Yang flute.

"Umm... " Ling’er nodded while looking at Wa Ti Ning with cold eyes before moving towards Young Master Zhao, and sitting right next to him.

Feeling helpless seeing Ling’er’s gaze, Wa Ti Ning made her way and knelt before Young Master Zhao.

Currently, they were sitting near the fire while roasting another boar.

"Young Master... Umm, what shall I do? Should I unribbuon your robe first?" She asked with flushed cheeks unable to fathom what to do.

"Hmph... Why are you acting innocent as if you don’t know how the world works. Stop acting and do as told." Ling’er said. As a woman, she knew another woman. Women aren’t innocent, women aren’t cute, Ling’er knew very well that despite the pure nature of Saintess, Wa Ti Ning knew what to do and how to do it.

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Wa Ti Ning’s slender fingers trembled as she slowly undid the ribbon on Zhao Fan’s robe, exposing his chiseled chest. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, igniting a spark within her.

Swallowing hard, she tentatively reached out and traced the outline of his Yang Rod, hidden beneath the silken fabric, It was very warm and pulsing.

"Young Master, your Yang Bamboo is so magnificent," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper trying to act composed and praise him.

Ling’er watched intently, her eyes narrowed as Wa Ti Ning hooked her fingers into the waistband of Zhao Fan’s Daoist pants, slowly drawing them down to reveal his throbbing member.

The Saintess’ eyes widened at the sight, her breath catching in her throat. The musky scent of his arousal filled her senses, making her head spin.

Tentatively, she wrapped her delicate fingers around the base, marveling at its girth and heat. With a shaky exhale, she leaned forward, her soft lips parting...

Her lips brushed against the tip of Zhao Fan’s Yang Rod, eliciting a shudder from the young master. She could feel the silky smoothness of his skin against her mouth, the throbbing pulse quickening with each passing second.

Her head was on the point of breaking from the strong scent and her eyes became watery. Slowly, reverently, she parted her lips wider, taking the head into her warm, wet mouth.

A soft moan escaped Zhao Fan as her tongue swirled around his sensitive flesh, tasting the first beads of arousal seeping from the slit.

Her tongue felt a little cold, the sensation of warm, wet, and cold... She must have ice spirit roots.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she savored the musky, earthy flavor, her heart racing with a mixture of nervousness and carnal desire.

Gripping the base firmly, she began to slowly bob her head, taking more and more of his impressive girth into her mouth.

She hasn’t done such things before but she has read a few erotic scriptures written by some scholars before as such things are popular among noble women.

And the feeling of his Yang Bamboo stretching her lips was both foreign and intoxicating. She hummed softly, the subtle vibrations sending tingling sensations of pleasure through Zhao Fan’s body.

Ling’er watched the scene unfold, her own Yin Garden throbbing with need. She ached to join them, to feel Zhao Fan’s hands upon her as well. But for now, she was content to observe.