Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 95 - 86: White Silk on Shoulders

"Cough, cough..."

In the bedroom where dappled light and shadow intertwined, dark azure strands of hair floated gently like clouds at dusk melding with nightfall. The jade tassels jingled softly, and the half-tied long hair gradually loosened as it swayed.

Amid intermittent gentle coughs, Zhu Nanzhi’s long hair draped somewhat untidily over her shoulders, her body slightly bent forward, creating a small ’v’ fold at the collar of her Hezi skirt. Between the alluring fair skin, the edge of a light blue camisole peeked out faintly.

Shaa-shaa...

In the sound of clothing brushing against skin, Zhu Nanzhi used her free left hand to slip the outer garment off her shoulder, revealing the light blue strap of the camisole to the air and Lu Jin’an’s gaze.

Zhu Nanzhi’s right hand, which couldn’t fully grip, hung down naturally, allowing the outer garment to slide naturally onto the bed.

Seemingly feeling some fatigue in her right hand, this time she raised her left hand.

Lu Jin’an, looking down at her, hasn’t steadied his breathing.

Amid the intertwined sounds of breathing, Zhu Nanzhi knelt on the bed with her white silk beautiful legs beneath the long skirt, producing a sound of rubbing that echoed faintly in the silent bedroom, as if composing the most pleasing melody.

Lu Jin’an’s lips twitched, recalling that he initially intended to savor Nanzhi’s white silk jade feet more.

Like holding them with his hands, or using those jade feet to rub...

But Nanzhi surprised him with something even greater.

"I suppose Nanzhi doesn’t know the other uses of jade feet."

Lu Jin’an mused silently, as Senior Sister only helped him in a less intimate manner, whereas Nanzhi marked him with kiss marks right away.

A sickly desire to win...

But soon, he cast these thoughts aside, for he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Nanzhi’s speechless face.

Especially thinking about her identity as the Holy Daughter of Qingmiao Palace... a peculiar excitement spread within him.

He raised his hand and caressed Nanzhi’s dark azure hair, then... ruffled it vigorously.

Until the tassels fell and the long hair scattered into a charming chaos of disorder.

Zhu Nanzhi’s eyes lifted, yet in her moist pupils was not a trace of blame but rather a hint of joy.

Doesn’t she look more like a fallen yet cool fairy now?

And more importantly... husband is willing to have more interaction with her in times like these.

Her eyebrows curved gently, seemingly wanting to show her husband a smile, but in the current state, she couldn’t even manage to smile.

So she reached behind her to undo the Hezi skirt.

But her husband reached out first, pinching the collar of the Hezi skirt and pulling it down directly without concern for the little hook still clasped at the back.

"Mmph." Zhu Nanzhi felt a clear distortion at her chest, followed by a "snap" sound.

It wasn’t the Hezi skirt tearing, but ripples resonating.

Lu Jin’an licked his lips; even with a camisole still on, it couldn’t hide that it ranked second only to Master.

Zhu Nanzhi’s eyes lifted still, casting a charming glance at him, as if saying, "Husband is so naughty."

After the Hezi skirt slipped down, she gradually raised her long legs from the skirt opening, one knee at a time.

The beautiful legs wrapped in pure white silk stockings were slightly taut due to her kneeling position, outlining a perfect plush contour.

White silk is quite a test of leg shape, but for Nanzhi, it was unnecessary.

No one suited white silk better than her.

"Don’t you like it?" Lu Jin’an chuckled gently, pinching her cheeks, causing them to dimple a little.

After letting out a sigh, Zhu Nanzhi slightly parted her glistening red lips: "Not at all, it’s just that husband didn’t tease me like this before?"

"Of course, I didn’t dare." Lu Jin’an said, sitting by the bed, putting an arm around her fragrant shoulder, burying his hand into her camisole: "Think about what you’ve done to me, so my vigilance was warranted."

"Hmph~" Zhu Nanzhi’s tender body softened as she nestled into his embrace: "Then husband dares now?"

"Naturally." Lu Jin’an flipped her over, pressing her down on the bed: "Here is Taichu Peak."

The implication being that even if you poison, it doesn’t matter since someone will prevent you.

"I wasn’t planning on that, though ~" Zhu Nanzhi raised her hands to hook around Lu Jin’an’s neck: "This time, I just want to be thoroughly thought of by husband...

Husband, do you think of me?"

Lu Jin’an didn’t speak, immediately leaning in to respond through action.

Zhu Nanzhi’s beautiful eyes flew open, seemingly gasping, though no sound came from her instinctual hand-covering-mouth gesture.

Her slender, well-proportioned white silk legs tensed up, with the white silk glistening and the skin beneath it revealed due to the tightness from sweat, exceptionally stunning. freёnovelkiss.com

Lu Jin’an lowered his head, burying his face into the scented hollow of her neck, speaking softly: "I’ve been thinking of you too."

Zhu Nanzhi’s demeanor instantly melted into a pool of tender water: "I’ve missed husband even more, can you feel it?"

"Perfectly clear."

Lu Jin’an braced himself on both arms, looking down at Zhu Nanzhi’s flushed cheeks: "I’m curious about something; just now, where did you learn that from?"

Zhu Nanzhi giggled shyly: "I read some dual cultivation Magic Skills in the Library Pavilion of Qingmiao Palace, and they stuck in my mind."

"Qingmiao Palace still has such Magic Skills?" Lu Jin’an asked as he lifted her camisole.

"Mm...yes." Zhu Nanzhi’s voice was broken: "Be-because entering the world... desires are also a kind of emotion... so..."

"I see." Lu Jin’an nodded: "Then..."

"Husband!" Zhu Nanzhi shot him a teasing glance: "Could you stop talking, I really, really miss you."

"Alright." Lu Jin’an straightened up, taking hold of her white silk-clad ankles and lifting them together before him.

Upon closer inspection, because the thin white silk had been moistened by sweat, the flushed foot sole marks were apparent, intertwined with the white silk sticking to the foot, creating an exquisite sensual picture.

"Truly beautiful." Lu Jin’an couldn’t help but praise again.

Zhu Nanzhi bashfully averted her gaze, mumbling slightly: "I have so many pretty spots on my body, why does husband like to look at my feet? I can’t understand..."

Out of shyness, her ten delicately carved toes curled slightly, yet it seemed more like they were enticing Lu Jin’an.

Lu Jin’an’s breath heated up, and looking at her, Zhu Nanzhi struggled to move her legs: "Husband, you’re not allowed to kiss."

"Hmm?" Lu Jin’an glanced at her: "Why?"

"Dirty..."

"You are a fairy, after all." Lu Jin’an chuckled, just as he was about to continue, Zhu Nanzhi kept protesting while struggling: "Just not allowed... it’s weird."

"Alright then." Lu Jin’an didn’t insist, knowing there would be plenty of time for bolder acts in the future.

His gaze traveled from Nanzhi’s moist white silk jade feet, along her elegant leg line, finally settling at the over-the-knee white silk sock cuff with faint floral patterns.

The sock cuff had already slipped slightly, revealing a fine red mark, and as it traveled downward a bit, besides protecting the fair, slightly rosy pink skin, it also slightly embedded into the flesh of her thigh.

White silk biting into the flesh...

Lu Jin’an leaned down, leaving Nanzhi no chance to react, so she could only place her taut calf over his shoulder.

"Husband~" Zhu Nanzhi’s eyes were hazy, her delicate body trembling lightly.

She was looking forward to a different experience with her husband, but now that it came to this, she couldn’t help feeling shy, lightly struggling her legs as if wanting to put them down.

Lu Jin’an looked into her eyes: "Cooperate obediently with me, don’t move around."

"Mhm..."

Zhu Nanzhi’s moist eyes sparkled, conveying a compliant demeanour for Lu Jin’an to enjoy.

Lu Jin’an reached out to stroke her cheek, teaching the sickly Holy Daughter to adore him was a matter of seizing every possible chance.

Whether in bed or not, he had to thoroughly conquer her.

He patted her thigh, and in Nanzhi’s river of longing, her evenly proportioned long legs gradually relaxed.

With knees slightly bent, her calves were completely perched upon Lu Jin’an’s support.

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