Chapter 46 Reassurance

I do not know how much time had passed, but the storm gradually subsided.

Luo Li lay limp in Xiao Ming's arms, drenched in fragrant sweat, her hair disheveled, with a few damp strands sticking to her cheeks and neck, where the flush of passion had yet to fade.

Looking at the moon-white dress she had worn just moments ago, now tattered beyond repair, Luo Li shot Xiao Ming a resentful glare. She pulled the thin gauze quilt from the side to barely cover the intoxicating, seductive scene.

She buried her burning cheeks into Xiao Ming's solid chest, her mind swirling with a thousand thoughts.

Humiliation, shame, pleasure, and a sense of peace and satisfaction—which she now despised herself for—were all intertwined.

She had actually… succumbed to the Wicked Disciple time and time again… and those shameful words she had cried out in her delirium… It made her feel incredibly cheap.

"Wicked Disciple…" Her voice was hoarse with post-coital languor and a hint of resentment. She gave him a weak punch. "You dare to bully your Revered Master like this… one day… I will… I will…" She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

"You will what?" Xiao Ming chuckled strangely, his large hand slowly stroking her smooth back with post-coital recklessness.

Xiao Ming skillfully lifted her chin slightly, forcing her to meet his deep gaze.

At this moment, Luo Li no longer possessed the dignity of a Peak Revered Master or her usual coldness. Her peach-blossom eyes were shimmering with moisture, and the corners of her brows and eyes were filled with lingering passion. Her stunning Face showed only post-coital fragility and allure, making her more pitiable and heart-stirring than ever before.

Xiao Ming stared at her. Seeing his Revered Master looking like such an enchanting temptress, he nearly got aroused again, but in the end, reason overcame instinct. He did not want to have to hold onto the wall to walk out!

The playfulness in Xiao Ming's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a rare tenderness.

"Li'er," Xiao Ming suddenly called her name, his voice serious and gentle. "Remember, no matter how many women I have by my side in the future, you, Luo Li, will always be the most special one. Everything about you, and this place…"

His finger gently tapped over her heart.

"…can only belong to me, can only be mine!"

This near-tyrannical declaration strangely smoothed out most of the bitterness and unease in Luo Li's heart. In truth, a voice had been screaming in her mind: 'He just finds you fun and treats you as a tool for pleasure. One day, when he gets tired of playing, he will kick you aside, or even sell you off like a piece of merchandise!'

But at this moment, she felt at ease because she saw a tenderness and pity in the Wicked Disciple's eyes that no one else had ever seen. She stared at him blankly, her heart's softest spot seemingly touched.

This Wicked Disciple… although detestable, at least… he was willing to coax her and give her such a promise.

Luo Li slowly closed her eyes and nuzzled her Face into his chest, not forgetting to scold him coquettishly: "Get lost… how could you possibly lay a finger on me, this Seat? You don't even deserve it!" It was as if she could escape this dizzying reality by doing so.

Yet, the corners of her lips, slightly upturned, could not be suppressed.

Watching his Revered Master baby in his arms acting so tsundere, Xiao Ming knew she was completely at ease. He could not help but mutter internally: 'This silly woman, as expected, only becomes obedient after being "dealt with."'

He then sighed, rubbed his waist and abdomen, and quietly swallowed a few Medicinal Pills to replenish his blood and Qi. He lamented: "A small horse pulling a big cart really does not work, huh? I must quickly improve my cultivation, or find a Child of Fortune to take a few kidneys from!"

He lowered his head and planted a gentle kiss on Luo Li's smooth forehead.

"Alright, stop overthinking and get some good rest!"

Luo Li seemed sleepy and did not retort. She gave a soft "Mn" in his arms, her voice thick with nasal tones. Like a cat that had been stroked comfortably, she rubbed against him, found a more comfortable position, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Soon, the hall fell silent, leaving only the sound of their intertwined breathing.

The following afternoon, Luo Li woke up slowly in Xiao Ming's arms, feeling lazy and satisfied.

Feeling the solid, warm chest beside her and that reassuring scent, her brows and eyes were filled with contentment.

"Awake?" Xiao Ming's low voice, tinged with a smile, sounded. Luo Li gave a soft acknowledgment and slowly opened her dazed peach-blossom eyes. Catching sight of his teasing gaze, she immediately remembered her loss of composure in front of him several times and those shameful responses. Her cheeks burned even hotter. Embarrassed and angry, she raised her hand to lightly punch Xiao Ming and scolded coquettishly: "Wicked Disciple… keep looking, and this Seat will gouge your eyes out!"

Yet, the reprimand with her head slightly turned, along with her slightly evasive eyes, made the threat sound soft and completely devoid of intimidation—it sounded more like she was acting spoiled.

Xiao Ming did not argue with her, knowing that his Revered Master baby cared about Face. After all, she was his woman, so he had to accommodate her.

Feeling the Qi within his body surging, it seemed his cultivation had made a small improvement. He could not help but sigh internally: "Revered Master baby's Mystic Yin Body is truly infinitely wonderful!"

Afterward, he slowly got up. Once dressed, seeing that his Revered Master baby had no intention of getting up, he tucked her back in before slowly walking away.