Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 703 - 307: Milk Wine, Another Way to Drink It

When the snowflakes first begin to fall on the ground, they melt into water, thus obscuring the original color of the snow.

But as the snowflakes continue to fall and gradually accumulate, everything in sight becomes a sheet of white.

This snowy scene is more striking than skin, and also more captivating to the eye.

Just like the dark red lingerie that Lu Jin'an's gaze is fixated on at this moment.

After Pei Wanyu's words fell, he did not respond for a long time, until now.

"Master, this is the disciple's way," Lu Jin'an slightly smiled, his gaze hot and greedy.

He neither took the initiative nor let Pei Wanyu take the initiative.

The approach he chose was beyond Pei Wanyu's expectations.

Pei Wanyu lightly bit her lower lip and saw Lu Jin'an reach out to take the wine cup on the table, still half-filled with untouched rice wine.

He extended his hand, pressing the wine cup against the knee encased in black silk stockings, kneeling on the ground.

The exquisite wine cup, the hazy, jade-like skin beneath the stockings, and the dark red lingerie interweave at this moment to create a scene more beautiful than the snowy landscape outside the pavilion.

Pei Wanyu's cheeks grew even redder, the good disciple's actions once again caught her off guard, and this method caused her delicate body to be filled with a mixture of emotions, such as shyness, surprise, and nervousness.

Involuntarily, she tensed the tiptoe clad in black silk snow foot, her tender toes curling slightly, and as they slightly spread, the red nails resembled blooming flowers.

Pei Wanyu lightly pursed her red lips, the wind and snow howled outside the pavilion, visibility less than three meters, yet inside the warm pavilion, the sound of pouring wine seemed to suppress the sound of wind and snow.

Lu Jin'an brought the wine cup lightly to his eyes, looking with a smile at Pei Wanyu, whose head was shyly bowed: "Grape wine in a luminous cup."

This made him think of the song and dance he had seen before at Yun Meng Cliff. Wouldn't it be more beautiful if there were also song and dance at this moment?

But wouldn't that be too indulgent?

Thinking this, Lu Jin'an downed the splendid wine in one gulp.

Pei Wanyu watched his actions and also understood his implication, so she lowered her head even more, even more than when she had done something with her good disciple before, she had not been this shy.

But this shyness made every inch of her skin seem to delight, undergoing more and more uncontrollable changes.

As her nostrils flared, Pei Wanyu's breathing quickened, and as her knees gently rubbed against each other, the "swoosh" of the stockings seemed to become the most melodious music.

Lu Jin'an looked down, seeing the slightly plump line of the master's black silk snow foot, the foot's arch full and tender like condensed creamy jade, the toes delicate and slender, forming a graceful upward curve with the foot's arc, charming like bamboo shoots.

And at this moment, inside the warm pavilion, those snow feet seem to have exuded a bit of sweat, causing the sheer black silk to cling tightly to the tender jade-like feet, appearing even more silky and smooth.

But this enticing sight was far surpassed by the single droplet of sweat trickling down from the master's collarbone, disappearing into the shadow between them.

Lu Jin'an subtly glanced at Zhiyu, then bent down to lift the master's chin with the rim of the wine cup: "Does Master think I'm nervous?"

Pei Wanyu slightly parted her red lips: "Rebellious~ disciple~"

As the words faded, she felt her legs go weak, and she involuntarily began to lower herself to the ground.

Lu Jin'an quickly grasped Pei Wanyu's fair wrist, and during the pulling motion, he felt a few drops of spilled grape wine fall on the back of his hand.

He looked at Pei Wanyu, her face coquettish, clearly feeling each tremor of the master's snow-smooth skin, and her eyes filled with impassioned longing.

Every detail was so alluring.

Lu Jin'an's eyes flashed with slight surprise and a hint of a smile.

This time, he really hadn't done anything.

The ancient method that the master cultivated seemed to be useless after all.

Lu Jin'an glanced at her legs encased in dim black silk, about to gather her into his arms, when Pei Wanyu, whose breathing had slightly calmed, braced her hands on his knees.

Slightly raising her head, she gently parted her red lips: "This is not the way to savor such wine."

Lu Jin'an looked down at her alluring red lips and the charming beauty mark below her right lip, and heard her continue speaking as her fingers lightly pinched his trouser leg: "Master knows wine better than you, so this wine..."

Her voice halted with a pause, her hands lightly cupping, her body slightly leaning, her gaze unintentionally sweeping over the porcelain bottle holding cream on the table, thinking how uncomfortable the sticky cream must be.

"Can be savored this way too."

Pei Wanyu's voice disappeared amidst the raging wind and snow outside the pavilion.

The wind and snow outside could not penetrate due to the barrier, and though Lu Jin'an hadn't looked outside the pavilion, he could still enjoy the snow scene that belonged to him alone.

Though the master hadn't tasted cream, it seemed there wasn't much difference now.

Lu Jin'an unconsciously relaxed, his gaze traveling along Pei Wanyu's curvaceous line that spanned her hips over her shoulders, finally returning to her no-longer-dignified delicate face.

He could clearly see the glistening mist in her eyes and the uncontainable longing.

When his thoughts slightly focused, Lu Jin'an, who meticulously observed the master's emotions, once again had a thought flash across his mind.

The ancient method the master cultivated seemed to have its uses.

Otherwise, how could the master have persevered like this in the past?

Just now...

Lu Jin'an reached out to gently stroke Pei Wanyu's cheek, looking at her increasingly captivating gaze, yet he could feel her knees almost touching the ground.

He couldn't bear to let the cold hard floor bump against the master's knees.