Eternal Life from Taking Care of Master's Wife-Chapter 227 - 57: Celestial Fury Sword! Cultivation in the Trapping Array
It’s hard to imagine such hands existing on a human being; they should only belong to the Fairy Goddess of legend.
Her nails were crystal clear, bright, and delicate, like mutton-fat white jade. The more Zhou Chen looked, the more captivating he found them, and the faster his heartbeat became.
It’s often said that beauty lies in the bones, not in the skin.
The Beautiful Master’s bone structure was perfect, her aura impeccable, and her skin was exquisitely smooth, without the slightest flaw.
Seeing Zhou Chen’s unparalleled fascination with her, the Beautiful Master felt a sense of pride and satisfaction, but she was somewhat overwhelmed, unable to hold back her shy annoyance:
"Have you seen enough yet?"
"No!"
Zhou Chen shook his head and looked into the Beautiful Master’s bright, deep eyes, earnest as he said, "I could never see enough!"
"Such a sweet talker! Stop wasting time!"
Huangfu Yueyao shot him a teasing glance.
"Yes, Beautiful Master!"
Zhou Chen chuckled, his gaze falling on the silken belt around the Beautiful Master’s slender waist; his trembling fingers grasped the smooth belt as if holding the key to a priceless treasure.
"Whew!"
Zhou Chen took a deep breath and pulled hard.
The belt came undone.
The Beautiful Master’s robe fell open, revealing her voluptuous, fair figure.
Both of them drew in a breath simultaneously.
A bead of sweat trickled down the Beautiful Master’s forehead, the crystalline droplet slipping down beneath her delicate, white collarbone, as if about to slip into the valley below.
Zhou Chen’s eyes followed it.
"You mustn’t look!"
Huangfu Yueyao hastily raised her hand to block Zhou Chen’s view.
"Beautiful Master, I want to see the most beautiful scenery in this world!"
Zhou Chen gently moved the Beautiful Master’s hand away, feeling the strength in her soft jade-like hand, and grinned:
"Unless the Beautiful Master kills me, I’ll keep looking!"
"Better to die beneath a peony blossom, even as a ghost, it would still be romantic."
"To miss out on the most beautiful scenery in the world would truly be haunting, worse than death itself, a lifelong regret!"
"Empty words!"
Huangfu Yueyao looked helpless, truly wanting to punish this rebellious disciple.
Her heart was full of indescribable shyness, for having met such a shameless disciple, it was truly a challenge...
Her crystalline earlobes and snow-white swan-like neck had unknowingly turned slightly red, visibly deepening, blushing as red as blood.
Zhou Chen lifted his head, admiring the otherworldly beauty of the Beautiful Master at this moment.
The Beautiful Master’s face, as pure and celestial as a fairy goddess, elegant and ethereal, could only be admired from afar and not profaned, was already flushed with crimson.
It was as if a fairy had descended to the mortal world, falling into the vast realm of the Red Dust.
"Beautiful Master, you’re so beautiful!"
Zhou Chen stared straight at the Beautiful Master’s stunning beauty, causing her to feel a mix of shame and anger, ready to scold Zhou Chen to relieve her own embarrassment. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Yet, just as her red lips parted, Zhou Chen leaned down and pressed them hard against her soft lips, greedily savoring the scent of the Beautiful Master’s body.
"Mm!"
Huangfu Yueyao’s eyes widened, her body stiffening, her mind blank.
If not for instinctively maintaining the Divine Power of the Myriad Manifestations Divine Weapon, they might have been struck down by lightning.
"Beautiful Master, I want you!"
Kissing down Huangfu Yueyao’s cheek, Zhou Chen moved lower, kissing her snow-white swan neck, her delicate, fair collarbone, and then...
"Don’t..."
Huangfu Yueyao’s long, slender white hand pressed down on Zhou Chen’s head.
She knew Zhou Chen loved to drink beast milk the most.
She had been prepared long ago.
But when the moment came, she still felt shy and bashful.
"Beautiful Master, this is cultivation!"
Zhou Chen looked up and smiled, and Huangfu Yueyao froze, unable to summon the strength in her hands.
Zhou Chen buried his head, able to clearly sense the Beautiful Master’s heart pounding like drumbeats, tension reaching its peak.
All his attention was focused on this.
In the next moment.
Zhou Chen’s Lu Shan’s Claw took the opportunity to break through the defenses and slipped inside the skirt.
Huangfu Yueyao trembled, her pupils constricting, as if struck by lightning, her body going rigid.
A never-before-experienced, indescribable wonderful sensation surged up in her heart like a torrent.
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