"Damn it, you’re actually serious?!"

Seeing Yao Rao wield the sword again, filled with killing intent, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but feel bitter inside.

Yao Rao’s face was flushed, unsure if it was out of shame or anger, as she sat astride Sun Zhe’s stomach, raising the sword to stab down.

Unexpectedly, the next moment her slender waist was embraced by two strong hands, and before the sharp blade could pierce down, her delicate body was pushed away by a tremendous force.

"Damn it, you really think I’m easy to bully, huh?!"

Sun Zhe’s anger surged, and after pushing Yao Rao away, he pounced again, forcefully snatching the sword from her hand.

To prevent her from grabbing the sword to cause harm again, this time Sun Zhe didn’t choose to throw it away but directly stored it in the Storage Treasure.

Seeing this, Yao Rao’s beautiful eyes trembled, she gritted her teeth and said, "Give me back the sword!"

"I simply won’t!"

"You..."

Yao Rao was beyond angry, her chest heaving in fury, as she reached out to choke Sun Zhe’s neck.

Sun Zhe was equally stubborn, reaching out to choke her neck.

"I would like to see what crazy fit you, this woman, are throwing today?"

"Come on, let’s just hurt each other!"

"..."

And thus.

The two tangled on the ground, akin to hooligans fighting in the street.

In the midst of their pulling and tugging, Yao Rao’s shoulder strap slipped down, revealing a large area of snowy skin, yet she was unaware, as she suddenly flipped over and pinned Sun Zhe beneath her, about to choke his neck once again.

Sun Zhe cursed furiously, unleashing a massive force all over his body, flipping Yao Rao back underneath. Just as he was about to take action, his gaze inadvertently lingered on the blush at the edge of her collar on that snowy patch, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"Damn... is this woman really this pink?"

Sun Zhe internally sighed, his Yang Qi stirring uncontrollably.

Last time at Celestial Prison Mountain it was night, and although the two had skin contact, the environment was so dark one couldn’t see their hand, thus Sun Zhe never seriously appreciated Yao Rao’s exquisite body.

"Smack!"

Just as he was dazed, a loud slap suddenly landed on his face.

Slowly lowering his gaze, he only saw Yao Rao’s face flushed, tears at the corner of her eyes, her expression filled with resentment.

"Sun Zhe, I must kill you!"

Until today, she had never suffered such grievances, and it was the first time she had wrestled on the ground with a man in such a tangled struggle.

Sun Zhe covered his face with his hand, the corner of his mouth carrying a sinister smile, "Is there nothing else you can say beside this? Can’t you think of anything else?"

"Can you actually kill me?"

"I see you as a woman, that’s why I’m holding back!"

Yao Rao did not speak, her delicate body quivering as she stared fiercely at Sun Zhe.

One above the other, the two stared into each other’s eyes as the air gradually turned quiet.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, Yao Rao slapped Sun Zhe’s face again.

"Let go of me!"

"Let go of you? Fat chance!"

Sun Zhe was instantly overwhelmed with anger, lunging forward and kissing those fresh, glistening red lips.

"Hmm..."

Yao Rao’s beautiful eyes widened immediately, desperately shaking her head to struggle, both slender hands flailing on Sun Zhe’s neck and shoulders like a frantic kitten.

Her sharp delicate nails left streaks of blood on Sun Zhe’s skin.

Yet Sun Zhe seemed immune to pain, letting Yao Rao scratch him, paying no mind to her, while continually trying to pry open her tightly closed red lips with his tongue.

No matter how he pried, he couldn’t open them.

Just as Sun Zhe was thinking of giving up and attacking somewhere else, unexpectedly at this moment Yao Rao ceased her struggle and slowly opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to invade.

"Sizzle..."

The sound of greedy swallowing echoed in the air.

Upon tasting that soft, sweet little tongue, Sun Zhe seemed to lose his sanity, merging into the moment completely, becoming both fervent and greedy.

At this time, Yao Rao too experienced a completely new sensation.

It was perhaps the secretion of hormones...

That pure and beautiful feeling was like the drizzle of spring, the breeze of a summer night, the fallen leaves of autumn, and the warmth of a winter stove, akin to the tickling touch of insect antennae... gradually enveloping her, leading her to lose herself.

Both her slender hands instinctively reached out, embracing the man’s neck and exploring unceasingly.

Time passed without knowing how long.

Until one of Sun Zhe’s large hands cupped the rounded fullness on her chest, she suddenly snapped back to reality.

"Don’t..."

Sun Zhe ignored her, urgently pulling down her already loose collar, forcing his fingertips within the soft, fragrant lilypad-patterned bra.

"Mmhm..."

As Sun Zhe’s hand reached in, an indescribable pleasure, akin to an electric current, caused Yao Rao to feel numb all over, weak and powerless.

When Sun Zhe pinched the pink Yin Zhu atop the peak between two fingers, she clenched her legs, her slender waist instinctively wiggling like a water snake.

Vague sensations led her to feel a warm, sticky substance secreting from between her legs.

Right then, Sun Zhe suddenly let go, a silvery thread trailing between their lips, as he gazed tenderly at her ashamed yet beautiful countenance and softly asked, "Do you want it?"

Yao Rao did not speak, quietly lying on the ground, her face turned away.

Sun Zhe took her silence as consent, thus he increased the intensity with his hands, molding the fullness into various shapes like kneading dough, while bending down again, tenderly nibbling her snowy neck.

"Mmm..."

Yao Rao didn’t decline, nor did she struggle, letting Sun Zhe act at will, embracing his neck with both arms, tilting her snowy neck while her mouth slightly opened, releasing a fragrant murmur.

Within moments, her skin, white as suet white jade on her snowy neck and her alluring collarbone, was drenched with Sun Zhe’s saliva, glistening and captivating.

At this time, Yao Rao seemed completely immersed.

She didn’t know what had happened, only feeling her mind blank and her body increasingly feverish, instinctively desiring to merge into Sun Zhe’s body.

In a haze, time slipped by without knowing how long. She suddenly felt her body becoming cooler, it turned out the layers of soft restraints she wore were being undone and tossed aside by Sun Zhe.

Yet she herself didn’t know what was happening, her body surprisingly cooperating in twisting, allowing Sun Zhe easier access to remove her restraints.

Until left wearing only a bra barely on her chest, Sun Zhe moved and knelt before her, grabbing her knees with both hands, and only then did she regain awareness, instinctively covering the swelling, shameful area with her hand.

Sun Zhe’s eyes blazed as he stared intensely at her, both hands pressing onto her knees and gradually exerting force, forcibly spreading her tightly closed silky white legs.

Yao Rao’s pretty eyes glistened with moisture, gazing at him shyly as if resentful, without resisting or struggling, only using her hand to cover that place tightly, seemingly seeking a piece of heart’s comfort.

Sun Zhe, after forcefully spreading the silky white legs apart, slowly leaned forward, causing her to clamp his waist with her legs. Then one hand reached down to grab her fair wrist, forcibly removing her hand used for covering.

Yao Rao’s breathing suddenly became erratic, and after her hand was forcibly removed by Sun Zhe, she found nowhere to place it, only reaching to her own shoulder, her jade fingers tightly clutching a lock of tangled hair, turning her face aside, not daring to meet Sun Zhe’s gaze.

Seeing her tacit consent, Sun Zhe directly commenced his attack, one big hand heading straight for the goal, fingertips pressing and rubbing the soft swelling through a layer of sheer Silk. Just with a gentle press, a "concave" shape would form.

Gradually, his fingertips sensed a moistness seeping through.

"Mm..."

Yao Rao’s eyebrows lightly knotted, releasing enticing soft moans, still turning her face away, not daring to face Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe breathed deeply, after rubbing for a while, he went to tear at the thin, translucent Silk layer.

No matter how hard he pulled, he couldn’t tear it.

Yao Rao stealthily glanced at him, softly saying, "It’s Silk, it won’t tear."

"Then take them off!"

Sun Zhe was unable to bear any longer, grabbing her slender waist with both hands and lifting her buttocks with force, then reached to pull the Silk veil-like fabric down to beneath her knees.

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