The sound of splashing water echoed from the bathroom. Yang Feilong sat cross-legged on the bed, his gaze unfocused, facing the wall in meditation.
"Demons, do not disturb my heart!" Yang Feilong chanted silently, reciting the Heart Cleansing Incantation.
Why was he doing this? Because he found his mind restless.
When the mind is not calm, one naturally seeks ways to quiet it, to prevent stray thoughts.
Yet, the more he tried, the more he found himself unable to calm down. This was the first time since cultivating the Heart Cleansing Incantation that he had encountered such a situation—a feeling of agitation and distraction.
He didn't even notice when the water stopped running. A captivating scent wafted into his nostrils, jolting him out of his chaotic thoughts. He opened his eyes and saw Yang Qingqing, clad in pajamas, lying beside him.
She was now lying on her side next to him, her long, fair legs casually draped outside the covers. They looked slender and long, as if they could squeeze water, and her delicate, fair face, washed by the steam, appeared rosy and tender. Her bright eyes were fixed on him, brimming with unspoken affection.
Her heaving chest seemed to declare, "Look how grand and majestic I am!"
"Ahem, since you've showered, let's sleep! Even with the air conditioning on, it's best to stay under the covers. You're just a normal person, after all; don't catch a cold accidentally," Yang Feilong said, stealing a glance and then quickly averting his eyes back to the wall.
"Husband, what are you afraid of?" Yang Qingqing asked with a playful chuckle, resting her chin on her hand.
"What am I afraid of?" Yang Feilong's expression was serious. "I'm someone who fears neither heaven nor earth! I've done my share of killing and arson!"
"You're afraid of me!" Yang Qingqing's foot nudged Yang Feilong's waist as she giggled, teasing him.
"Don't push it!" Yang Feilong gritted his teeth.
"Then look at me!" Yang Qingqing's voice was seductive.
"Why should I look at you? Alright, let's sleep!" Yang Feilong pushed away Yang Qingqing's alluring foot, his voice deepening, feeling an urge to flee the room.
"Do I look beautiful?" Yang Qingqing tilted her head, licked her lips, and said with a trembling,娇滴滴 tone, "Husband, just one glance, please?"
Yang Feilong truly hadn't expected his seemingly pure younger sister to transform into a little vixen at this moment. Her seductive tactics were overwhelming him, making his Heart Cleansing Incantation burn like wildfire, utterly ineffective!
"Just one glance..." Yang Feilong then looked, with immense willpower, and that one glance made his mind explode.
He realized that at some point, Yang Qingqing's clothes had loosened, her eyes inviting yet shy, her skin luminous. Though wearing close-fitting undergarments, she was even more alluring than if she had been naked.
Yang Feilong turned away abruptly. In his panic, he accidentally fell off the bed.
*Thump!*
A muffled sound.
"Husband, are you okay?" Yang Qingqing was incredibly embarrassed, as this was her first time doing something like this. Although she had read related literature, theoretical knowledge didn't equate to practical experience, and she was still nervous. However, she never expected that Yang Feilong, despite having had several girlfriends, would be even more nervous than her in this regard.
If Yang Feilong was nervous, then she wouldn't be.
But seeing Yang Feilong fall off the bed, she couldn't help but worry.
Yet, after her concern, she remembered that Yang Feilong was a brave man, and her worry dissipated. She giggled, "Husband, am I beautiful!"
"Beautiful, beautiful!" Yang Feilong replied with a dry chuckle, not daring to look at his sister again. He didn't get back on the bed but sat cross-legged on the floor, his back to Yang Qingqing on the bed.
He had resolved that no matter how sweetly Yang Qingqing spoke, he would never look at her again, nor would he get back on the bed. He feared he might truly turn into a ravenous wolf.
He used to think his willpower was excellent, but now he found that his so-called willpower was incredibly fragile in the face of such a huge test!
"Husband, come up!" Yang Qingqing's alluring voice sounded again.
"I'm not coming up. You should sleep quickly!" Yang Feilong coughed.
"Are you afraid of me?" Yang Qingqing huffed.
"No!" Yang Feilong declared righteously.
"Then why aren't you coming up?" Yang Qingqing's voice was amused.
"A man and a woman should not touch," Yang Feilong reasoned. "Besides, I still need to cultivate, and the effect is better when cultivating on the ground!"
Yang Feilong spoke words against his will.
He would never admit that he was afraid of this sister who appeared pure but had now transformed into a little vixen.
He couldn't handle it; he couldn't bear it.
The next moment, he felt a fragrant scent waft over him—not perfume, but her natural scent. Then, he felt a softness behind him as Yang Qingqing pressed against him, hugging him from behind.
"Qingqing, let go quickly!" Yang Feilong initially wanted to push Yang Qingqing away, but fearing he might hurt her, he didn't. His voice trembled as he said, "Don't play with fire!"
"Brother Husband, isn't Qingqing good?" Yang Qingqing whispered softly in Yang Feilong's ear. As she spoke, her warm breath brushed against his ear and cheek, igniting a fire within Yang Feilong, leaving him feeling weak and unable to exert himself.
"Qingqing, don't be like this. I, I have girlfriends, and not just one. I can't abandon them!" Yang Feilong gritted his teeth, speaking with immense willpower.
Hearing Yang Feilong say this, Yang Qingqing's expression became deeply resentful. However, she still whispered in a soft, tender voice, her breath like orchid fragrance, "Brother Husband, can't you abandon them and be with me? What they can do, I can do, and I will do it better. Husband, I want to give myself to you completely, is that okay?"
As she spoke, she subtly shifted her body against Yang Feilong.
A vixen!
Yang Feilong's reason was on the verge of collapse, but he maintained a sliver of clarity and said in a trembling, hoarse voice, "Qingqing, I cannot wrong you, nor can I wrong them. I'm sorry."
These words dealt a significant blow to Yang Qingqing. She stopped seducing Yang Feilong, rolled over, and lay on the bed, pulling the covers over her head, and began to cry.
When Yang Qingqing finally released him, Yang Feilong was unsure how he felt—was it relief or disappointment?
He couldn't answer.
"Qingqing." Watching his sister crying under the covers, Yang Feilong felt immense guilt and didn't know how to comfort her. "Don't cry anymore. It's all my fault, I'm sorry."
"Why are you still comforting me? Go comfort your girlfriends!" Yang Qingqing said, her eyes red, tears wetting her cheeks. She poked her head out from under the covers, looking pitiful. "You don't want me anyway."
"..."
Yang Feilong sighed. "Qingqing, between me and those girlfriends, there are many stories. We didn't get together on impulse. If you ask me to give them up, I truly can't."
Upon hearing Yang Feilong's words, Yang Qingqing, who had been quite displeased, spoke for the first time of her own accord, "Can you tell me about your stories with them? I want to hear them."
She wanted to know where she had lost.
Although she had confessed her feelings later, she believed that her relationship with Yang Feilong should be incomparable to other women's.
However, Yang Feilong was so insistent. While his inherent faithfulness played a part, the fact that he wouldn't even pretend to placate her for a moment also indicated that those girlfriends held a significant place in his heart. He hadn't falsely suggested temporarily abandoning them just because his feelings for her were the deepest.
"Since you want to hear, I'll tell you properly!" Yang Feilong took a deep breath, preparing to recount the stories between himself and his several girlfriends to Qingqing.
His girlfriends were not something to be hidden, and he would have to tell her eventually. Since Qingqing wanted to listen, telling her sooner was no big deal. If it could dispel her thoughts and make her give up, that would be even better.
Of course, whether he truly thought this way himself, he dared not delve too deeply into it.