However, having perhaps exerted too much energy, Qu Weiyin still felt a bit fatigued. She exhaled softly, swinging her two white legs down from the bed, her bare feet touching the floor.
She gently stroked Luo Jinxiao's hand before leaning down to collect the stray strands of her hair behind her ear. She grabbed the blanket that had been kicked aside and draped it over Luo Jinxiao's exposed shoulders.
Only then did she get up, her sheer garment flowing around her, cascading down to wrap around her ankles as she lazily moved about. She poured a cup of tea and set it beside the bed.
As she turned around, a hand unexpectedly seized her wrist, pulling her clothing. Qu Weiyin, caught off guard, tumbled back onto the bed.
The warm, graceful body of Luo Jinxiao landed atop her, wrapping her waist tightly.
Luo Jinxiao was still half-awake, her hair sticking up in a few rebellious tufts. She pressed her rosy lips together and rubbed her chin against Qu Weiyin's chest.
Qu Weiyin felt a ticklish sensation, softly chuckling as she raised Luo Jinxiao's chin, pretending to be vexed. “Awake now?”
Luo Jinxiao nodded, unable to resist glancing downward.
Qu Weiyin couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time, trying to control her movements. “What are you doing?”
A wave of heat rose to Luo Jinxiao's cheeks, suddenly reminding her of last night’s Qu Weiyin—so beautifully radiant, a perfect blend of restraint and fervor.
The blush on her face deepened as she recalled the way they led each other to the brink, the tears at the corners of her eyes, and the soft pleas that almost reduced her to despair.
Qu Weiyin noticed the growing redness on her face and knew she was lost in not-so-innocent thoughts. She couldn’t help but feel shy herself, instinctively adjusting her clothing.
“Get up; it’s too messy in here. I’ll tidy up,” Qu Weiyin said softly, avoiding Luo Jinxiao’s gaze.
Luo Jinxiao shook her head, stretching her neck to nuzzle against Qu Weiyin's cheek, before placing a kiss on the marking on her forehead. Qu Weiyin couldn’t help but let out a gasp, her body trembling lightly.
“Luo Jinxiao, have you had your fun?” Qu Weiyin said, feeling both angry and helpless. She thought to herself that exposing her weaknesses like this was truly not a good idea.
Luo Jinxiao’s lips slowly slid down, kissing Qu Weiyin’s moist ones gently, tenderly silencing the remaining words in her mouth.
Qu Weiyin felt her grip on her hand tighten, her breath growing erratic, and as she closed her eyes, she melted into the embrace, allowing Luo Jinxiao to take the lead.
Suddenly, a flurry of wings beating against the wind swept through the window, followed by a sharp scream that startled Luo Jinxiao, causing her to loosen her grip and nearly fall off the bed.
Qu Weiyin reacted instantly, springing up as a cascade of red light enveloped her from head to toe. In an instant, she was fully dressed, her crimson dress cascading from her waist, with the sleeves cut open to reveal half of her snowy white arms as she fluttered toward the edge of the bed.
She stood there wide-eyed, watching a woman tumble to the ground, coated in sand.
Then, a smaller version of Qiongqi flapped its wings, soaring through the window and transforming back into a girl. The girl shook off the dust clinging to her before bouncing onto the bed, eager to nuzzle against Luo Jinxiao.
Luo Jinxiao, startled, hurried to put on her clothes.
“Back already?” she asked, shaking off the flying yellow sand and coughing a few times.
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Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.
Fantasia(MTL)#2 Luo Jinxiāo had just been hailed as a genius in the cultivation world when she lost her life in a battle against the Demon Sect. When she woke up, she found herself two thousand years in the past, lying next to the Demon Empress who had caus...
