42: Sister Leng, you started this fire, so you're responsible for putting it out.

Lu Yu reached out his hand and tentatively, gently grasped Leng Qingshuang's slightly cool wrist as it floated on the water's surface.

Leng Qingshuang's body trembled and her fingers curled slightly, yet she did not pull away.

Instead, as if finding something to lean on, she turned her hand and gently caught his fingers.

Her fingertips were icy, yet they carried a faint tremor.

Lu Yu no longer hesitated; he applied a slight force with his hand, pulling her gently toward him. With a soft splash of water, the two embraced and looked into each other's eyes.

The warm spring water enveloped their two equally burning bodies.

Leng Qingshuang closed her eyes, her long eyelashes wet and clumped together.

She tilted her head back, revealing the slender and fragile lines of her neck, allowing Lu Yu's scorching breath to fall upon her skin.

Lu Yu lowered his head and kissed her slightly cool lips, which carried the sweet scent of the spring water.

This time, it was no longer a necessity for healing and expelling poison, nor was it like the chaos and reluctant compliance in the Tingtao Pavilion.

The moment their lips touched, it was like a spark falling into boiling oil.

Leng Qingshuang's whimper was blocked in her throat, turning into a blurred nasal sound.

Her body first stiffened, then softened under the envelopment of that familiar yet strange scorching aura.

The icy outer shell completely melted, leaving only the softness and warmth belonging to a woman.

Lu Yu's kiss was initially a bit tentatively gentle, but soon, under the response of those slightly cool lips, it became urgent.

He pried open her teeth, capturing that soft and slippery tongue-tip, entangling with it wantonly.

The spring water was slightly salty, but it couldn't compare to the sweetness in her mouth.

His hand seemed to have a mind of its own, slowly wandering along her back, which was as smooth as satin.

Having Cultivated for years, Leng Qingshuang's body was not weak; its lines were smooth and tight.

But at this moment, this body containing terrifying power trembled slightly under his palm, incredibly soft.

"Mm..."

Leng Qingshuang finally couldn't withstand this kind of aggression, and a broken low moan escaped from between their pressed lips.

She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but her waist was firmly held by Lu Yu's arm, causing her to press even tighter against him instead.

The water rippled, pushing their bodies to rub gently against each other. Every tiny movement brought an electric, tingling sensation.

Lu Yu could clearly feel the fullness and softness below her collarbone.

His breathing suddenly grew heavy, and the Supreme Bone within his body quietly activated, blooming with supreme and terrifying power!

Leng Qingshuang clearly noticed it too; her body suddenly stiffened, and then a deeper crimson flush rose, spreading all the way below her collarbone.

She opened her misty ice-blue eyes and glared at Lu Yu with shame and annoyance. That look was less of a reproach and more of a seduction.

Lu Yu gave a low laugh, sucking and kissing the corners of her lips, his voice incredibly husky.

"Sister Leng... you started the fire, you have to be responsible for putting it out..."

"Who... who started a fire..."

Leng Qingshuang's words were stubborn, but her voice was so soft it could drip water.

She wanted to turn her face away, but Lu Yu's kiss followed, falling on the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, and finally taking her earlobe into his mouth.

Leng Qingshuang gasped in surprise, her whole body turning soft as if struck by electricity.

She couldn't help but raise her arms, encircling Lu Yu's neck and burying her face in the crook of his neck.

The warm spring water, the burning body, and that spiritual power wildly surging within her made her completely sink into it.

Lu Yu felt her response, and the fire in his heart flared up.

With one hand around her waist, his other hand moved down along that alluring waistline.

Leng Qingshuang's body trembled violently, and she suddenly arched her back like a startled shrimp, her toes curling up.

She bit Lu Yu's shoulder, letting out a muffled protest.

"Don't..."

"Wu—!"

Leng Qingshuang was completely unable to speak, only able to let out kitten-like whimpers. Her body tensed and relaxed, completely under his control.

Ice-blue spiritual power surged uncontrollably from her body, wildly intertwining with the golden-red Blazing Sun Spiritual Power overflowing from Lu Yu.

It was no longer just a simple, gentle resonance.

The two spiritual powers of extreme attributes found the most perfect way to achieve Fusion at this moment.

Like Yin and Yang fish, you are within me and I am within you, cycling repeatedly, endless and unceasing.

Pure power galloped and flowed through their bodies with this intimate contact. With every cycle, it became a bit more refined and a bit stronger.

Lu Yu only felt his Nascent Soul was more active than ever before. That purple-gold little figure seemed to be cheering and jumping for joy, greedily absorbing the returned pure spiritual power with the Profound Yin attribute, its own light becoming increasingly brilliant.

Lu Yu withdrew his hand and, under Leng Qingshuang's blurred gaze, gently lifted her up, letting her lean against the smooth wall of the pool.

The spring water just reached her chest. The water rippled, enticing one to pluck her.

Her ice-blue eyes were misty with vapor, staring blankly at the mist-filled night sky.

He raised his head, looking at Leng Qingshuang before him, whose eyes were blurred.

"Sister Leng?"

Everything was left unsaid.

The spring water gently supported the two of them, the ripples spreading out in circles. In this silent mountain hollow, they composed the crispest movement.

Leng Qingshuang tightly hugged Lu Yu's neck, her swan-like neck outlining a beautiful curve.

Water splashed everywhere, wetting the stones and grass by the pool.

Ice-blue and golden-red radiance completely enveloped the two, forming a huge, slowly rotating cocoon of light, suspended above the steaming pool water... Leng Qingshuang felt as if she were floating on the clouds, yet also like she was drowning in the deep sea.

All was silent.

There was only the sound of their intertwined breathing and the sound of the pool water slowly calming down.

He picked up the limp and powerless Leng Qingshuang in a princess carry, walked to the shallow part of the pool, and sat down, letting her lean in his arms.

The spring water was still warm, enveloping them.

Leng Qingshuang was like a lazy cat, curled up against his chest, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his chest.

After a long while, she finally spoke in a voice as soft as water.

"You Little Rascal..."

There was no anger in her tone, only endless languor and a hint of resigned complaint.

Lu Yu lowered his head, kissed her sweat-dampened temple, and then tightened his arms, holding her a bit closer.

His chin rested on the top of her slightly damp hair as he watched the outline of the distant mountains and the moon that was gradually tilting westward.

This moonlight seemed exceptionally beautiful tonight!