78: Chapter 78 Xia Jin's Grace

Outside, the heavy rain continued to pour without stopping.

In weather like this, all the members of the Tribe would huddle inside their homes.

Beside the fireplace, on a thick animal skin mat temporarily spread out, Qi Yun and Xia Jin lay side by side, covered with dry, warm blankets.

Ke Yun knelt to one side, her hands hovering above their bodies, her palms emitting a verdant green light.

"Student Qi Yun, don't let your hands wander."

Ke Yun said, watching the hand that kept wandering over her leg.

"Teacher, my hands are cold."

Qi Yun's eyes were filled with innocence.

Ke Yun sighed, tacitly allowing it.

Immediately after, Qi Yun's hand became even more unbridled.

Some time passed.

The injuries and stamina of both had recovered significantly.

Xia Jin stood up and stretched her body.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, she strode over with her long legs and came before Qi Yun.

Qi Yun also looked up at her, his gaze calm and questioning.

Xia Jin suddenly stepped forward, bent down, one hand passing behind Qi Yun's knees, the other supporting his back—

A standard bridal carry.

"?!" Qi Yun was caught off guard.

Xia Jin's arms exerted steady force, and she actually lifted Qi Yun up entirely in her arms.

"?!"

The room fell into an instant silence.

All the girls stopped what they were doing, staring at this scene in astonishment.

Xia Jin... actually bridal-carried the Clan Leader?

"Hey, Xia Jin, you..." Qi Yun was a bit dazed. What kind of maneuver was this?

Xia Jin ignored him, held him, turned around, and walked toward Qi Yun's room.

"Xia Jin, where are you taking the Clan Leader? He needs to rest!" Ke Yun was the first to react, standing up worriedly.

Xia Jin paused, not looking back:

"Some exercise."

After saying that, she didn't stop, walking straight into Qi Yun's bedroom, and then—

"Bang!"

The heavy door closed tightly behind her.

"Exercise?!"

"Could it be... the clan leaders blessing?! Now?!"

"But, but they just finished fighting, their injuries haven't fully healed yet!"

"Sister Xia Jin is too... too fierce! She just carried the Clan Leader straight inside!"

"They didn't finish in the rain, so they're continuing in the room?"

"My god... this, this is just too..."

The girls looked at each other, suspicious flushes appearing on their faces!

"As expected of Xia Jin..." Chen Xiaolin swallowed, her chestnut eyes flashing with a strange light. "Wild enough, strong enough! I like it!"

"I hope the Clan Leader... can hold up." Shu Qianxue muttered, her expression somewhat subtle.

Lin Le and Lin Wan exchanged glances, both seeing complex, unspeakable emotions in the other's eyes.

...

Inside the bedroom.

Xia Jin carried Qi Yun to the bedside, and without any gentleness, she loosened her arms.

"Thump!"

Qi Yun was thrown directly onto the soft, thick bed by her.

Xia Jin stood there, looking down at him from above.

The light perfectly outlined her tall, slender, and powerful figure.

Below her slender, supple waist with clear abdominal lines were two straight, long legs with smooth, taut muscle lines.

It was a body full of explosive power and athletic beauty—wild, dangerous, and filled with ultimate attraction.

Qi Yun's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he felt the blood that had just calmed down showing signs of boiling again.

"Have you seen enough?" Xia Jin spoke, her voice somewhat excited. "Don't disappoint me, Qi Yun."

Qi Yun's gaze slowly swept over every curve of her body, finally landing back on her blood-red eyes.

"This time, I will take the lead." He said slowly.

A woman like Xia Jin, who was extremely aggressive and proactive, was all the more capable of inciting the most primal desire for conquest and control deep within a man.

Xia Jin was slightly stunned.

Then, the corners of her mouth slowly curled into an arc.

"Oh?" She tilted her head slightly, her fiery red hair sliding down her shoulder. "How do you... want to do it?"

She took a step forward, closer to the bed, looking down at Qi Yun.

Qi Yun looked at her face so close at hand, and that intense desire for conquest in his heart surged up violently.

This was the feeling.

Conquering a woman who was proud, powerful, and accustomed to controlling everything.

"I want to..."

Qi Yun sat up and raised his hand, reaching toward the back of Xia Jin's head.

Then, with a sudden force, he pressed her head toward his own.

Their lips met, a domineering kiss.

"Mmm..." A very soft sound escaped from Xia Jin's throat.

Xia Jin's body slowly softened.

Qi Yun's hand wasn't idle either, lingering on her smooth back, feeling those supple and powerful muscles.

His kiss gradually moved down, kissing her jaw, then onto her delicate neck.

Then Qi Yun lifted his head, looking at her appearance at this moment.

Those proud red eyes were now misted with moisture, and her cheeks were dyed a moving crimson.

She, who was always proud and powerful, now presented a look of being at someone else's mercy.

His gaze locked onto her eyes, his voice low:

"Let me make you remember..."

"Who is conquering whom."

Xia Jin's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

And the dominance and possessiveness in his words didn't make her feel disgusted; instead, she actually liked it a little.

This feeling... was strange. Not unpleasant. Even... a little exciting.

Then, Xia Jin slowly closed her eyes.

She gave up the initiative.

Qi Yun smiled.

It was a smile filled with the endless pleasure of conquest.

He looked at this woman before him, who had once been as proud as a lone wolf, but now had her eyes closed, trembling slightly while waiting for him to take the lead.

He exerted a little force with his hand, pulling Xia Jin toward himself, while his other hand propped up his body, adjusting his posture to turn passivity into initiative.

The battle, in another form, began once again.

...

Outside the bedroom.

Although the stone house had decent soundproofing, the door wasn't completely soundproof after all.

The girls in the living room had long since stopped chatting, each of them pricking up their ears, their expressions colorful and varied.

Although everyone was no longer unfamiliar with the sounds of the "Clan Leader's exercise," Xia Jin's voice... was still too shocking!

"Xia Jin, she... actually makes these kinds of sounds too..." Lin Le held her burning face, whispering to her sister.

Lin Wan's face was also bright red, and she pinched her sister lightly; soon, they would be like that too.

Chen Xiaolin rested her chin on her hand, a "just as I thought" wicked smile on her face:

"Tsk, listen to that commotion... Qi Bao is really going hard this time. But then again, a wild horse like Xia Jin, if you don't use some ruthless tactics, how can you tame her?"

Shu Qianxue said thoughtfully:

"Why do I feel like... Xia Jin seems... to be heavily suppressed? This doesn't seem like her style."

"What do you know," Chen Xiaolin rolled her eyes at her. "This is called 'every creature has its match.' No matter how wild the horse, when it meets a true horse trainer, it has to be obedient."

The mechanical female voice sounded once more.

【clan leaders blessing effect has been triggered!】