Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 979 - 408: The Qin Lord Who Bites

The starry night sky, the night curtain pressing down the sky, birthing a deep and intense scenery.

A few drifting clouds half-cover the full moon, seeming like a veil over it, casting a soft halo.

By the babbling brook, Iron Hoof Cloud's speed slows once more, its limbs gracefully stepping forward. And on the horseback, Dongfang Xinglan's unrestrained allure, like piled snow, bounces with each forward motion of the horse, like ripples spreading in the stream.

Her hair, dark as ink, flies in the wind, brushing past Lu Jin'an's face and nose. Her elegant neck lightly sways and trembles, the waist between her back and hips arches into an increasingly enticing curve.

Suddenly, Dongfang Xinglan's jade-like body trembles, and amid the wind, a faint groan of discomfort escapes her lips, but her tense figure gradually relaxes.

For Lu Jin'an's hands wander every delicate fair skin, comforting her less-than-good emotions for the moment.

Lu Jin'an lightly kisses Dongfang Xinglan's neck and shoulders, watching her originally resting upper body suddenly straighten, his actions becoming more gentle.

In his view, several sweat drops trace down her neck, dripping sweatily over her sleek and glossy skin, finally splattering into the air amidst Iron Hoof Cloud's striding, yet perfectly falling back into those deep shadows.

In this moment, Lu Jin'an can even perceive the faint blue veins winding beneath Dongfang Xinglan's pale skin, not appearing abrupt but rather brimming with a proud youthful vitality.

After a while, Dongfang Xinglan's slightly furrowed brows gradually relax, but Lu Jin'an still frowns, focused, seemingly enduring something.

His foot on the stirrups, he momentarily thought it was like the first time with Senior Sister and Aunt Ruo, yet it wasn't.

Lu Jin'an couldn't figure out if it was due to Dongfang Xinglan being a Body Cultivator, as he hadn't felt this sensation with Master or Senior Sister.

Clearly, Master and Senior Sister are demon beasts and half-demon with inherently stronger physiques than ordinary Body Cultivation, yet lacking Dongfang Xinglan's… this… making him dare not move hastily.

Though not painful, the perception seemed magnified countless times.

A naturally special constitution?

Lu Jin'an was unsure; abruptly thinking about when Qiu Qingtang explained certain women's special constitutions, but her introduction wasn't extensive, so Lu Jin'an really didn't know if Dongfang Xinglan possessed such a special trait.

Nonetheless, in this moment, he distinctly felt a certain ethereal charm, cautious to move recklessly.

Hence, his body was even stiffer than Dongfang Xinglan's.

And just then, Dongfang Xinglan hooks his nape from behind, her arm slipping from the bend to the forearm, clearly showing the virginity mark on her left arm had vanished.

She slightly tilts her head, pressing against Lu Jin'an's face, mesmerizingly gazing into his eyes, then involuntarily chuckling softly: "Jin'an… Saint Lu, why does your expression look so grave?"

Speaking, she slightly clenches her airborne legs, closer to Lu Jin'an, taking a shallow breath.

Lu Jin'an's eyelids couldn't help but twitch, a feeling akin to being twisted by Dongfang Xinglan's arms instantly spread throughout his body.

He remained silent, while Dongfang Xinglan furrowed her brows, gently biting her cherry-red lips, birthing a peculiar feeling 'to kill a thousand enemies but lose eight hundred of oneself'.

Yet…

Watching Lu Jin'an's pursed lips in silence, a hint of amusement flashed in her tear-glazed eyes, seemingly having the upper hand~

Dongfang Xinglan tenderly caresses Lu Jin'an's cheek, her originally spirited beauty now exuding a soft allure: "No need to endure..."

Before the words fell, Lu Jin'an leisurely interrupted her: "Xinglan, are you feeling smug now?"

Dongfang Xinglan slightly squints her eyes, strands beside her temples sticking to his cheek: "Isn't that... natural?"

"Hehe..." Lu Jin'an raises his right hand, pinching her chin: "Only just a taste, boasting too early isn't good?

Besides, how long have I been abstinent, hmm?"

Upon hearing, a flash of confusion crossed Dongfang Xinglan's eyes: "What's abstinence length got to do with this?"

Lu Jin'an didn't hide: "If abstinent for long durations, it's hard to perform the usual length."

"Hehe~" Dongfang Xinglan teasingly laughs: "Aren't you just making excuses for yourself? You're a Body Cultivator~ after all~"

With these words, Dongfang Xinglan's poised yet uniquely feminine, stunning body gently shuddered; visibly, her abdominal muscles rhythmically pulsed like flowing water.

Lu Jin'an's eyelids twitched again, suddenly tightening his embrace of the beauty in front of him.

"Mmm..."

Dongfang Xinglan bites her soft pink lips slightly, her beautiful legs involuntarily softening a bit, her perfectly trained body curves were firm yet supple, her slender waist twisting lightly like a water snake.

She gently, almost reverently, fully sat on the saddle embroidered with Phoenix, her elongated fingers turning back to clamp Lu Jin'an's chin, gently swaying it: "Ah~ Saint Lu's breath is so heavy, but..."

Dongfang Xinglan turns back, kissing Lu Jin'an's lips: "Surely from too long abstinence, shall we continue, yes?"

Lu Jin'an chuckled: "What else then?"

After a pause, his hand gently caressing Dongfang Xinglan's distinctively abdominal muscles, there was a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Your control over your muscles is so precise?"