142: Chapter 142 Call Me Young Master

Ye Yun carried Wen Yulan deep into the valley and gently set her down on a patch of soft grass.

The moment Wen Yulan's body touched the grass, it was as if she had lost all support, and her entire being went limp.

Her clothes, torn from the journey, were already in disarray; now, spread out on the grass, they almost slipped off her body.

The fabric at her shoulders fell away completely, revealing a vast expanse of skin as white as jade, with collarbones as exquisite as if they were carved.

Further down, her full curves were half-hidden by the tattered fabric, rising and falling violently with her rapid breathing.

The hem of her skirt had also been torn to pieces by her own hands.

Her two long, straight legs were completely exposed to the air.

The skin was blindingly white, glowing with a warm luster under the sunlight.

Wen Yulan lay on the grass, her black hair scattered, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes as hazy as if covered by a layer of mist.

Her lips were slightly parted from the heat, revealing the bright red tip of her tongue inside.

Fragments of groans continuously escaped from between her lips and teeth.

Her hands wandered unconsciously over her body, her fingernails leaving faint red marks on her snow-white skin.

Her entire being exuded an almost eerie, seductive charm.

"Don't... don't go..."

Seeing Ye Yun standing aside, she struggled to reach out and grab the corner of his robe, her voice hoarse and soft with allure.

It carried an uncontrollable sob.

"Please, don't leave me. I feel so uncomfortable... please~"

A tear fell from the corner of her eye, rolling down her flushed cheek and disappearing into her messy hair.

That appearance, both pitiful and enchanting, was like a Fairy fallen to the mortal realm being consumed by desire, making one's heart tremble.

Ye Yun crouched down and looked at her.

He was never a righteous man, and he never intended to be a Saint.

From the first time he saw Wen Yulan in the Fengyun Mountains,

seeing her explosive figure and peerless face, a thought had sprouted in the depths of his heart.

Just now, all along the way, she had been kissing him, rubbing against him, and touching him.

Ye Yun's body had long since reacted.

"Doing this is also my way of saving you."

He murmured in a low voice, as if speaking to Wen Yulan, yet also as if convincing himself.

He leaned down and kissed her lips.

Wen Yulan let out a satisfied whimper.

Her hands immediately wrapped around his neck, passionately responding to the kiss.

Her lips were as hot as fire, carrying the unique softness and fragrance of a young girl.

Her tongue clumsily poked out, entangling with his.

Her body pressed against him, her hands groping blindly on his back, desperately trying to pull him closer.

Ye Yun's lips moved away from hers, sliding past her chin and landing on her long, slender neck.

Her skin was burning hot, carrying a faint scent, and glowing in the sunlight.

His hands were not idle either, moving down from her shoulders, sliding past her arms, and returning to her waist.

His fingertips reached into the torn lapels, touching her burning skin.

Wen Yulan's body suddenly tensed, then went soft again.

An even more seductive groan escaped her mouth.

Her hands fumbled over Ye Yun, clumsily tugging at his lapels.

She wanted to strip the clothes from his body as well.

Garments slipped off one by one, scattering across the grass.

Ye Yun's robe was pulled open by Wen Yulan, revealing a lean, strong chest.

Her hands pressed against it, her fingertips wandering over his chest.

With a burning temperature, they left behind scorching trails.

Ye Yun's hand reached for her waist and gave a gentle tug.

The tattered dress slipped off completely, revealing the final covering beneath.

A pale blue undergarment.

The material of that undergarment was extremely thin, woven from the finest Ice Silkworm Silk, so light it was nearly transparent.

It clung tightly to her body, outlining every inch of her undulating curves.

The pale blue silk satin shimmered with a cold luster under the sun, forming a stark contrast with Wen Yulan's burning skin.

Those full curves were faintly visible beneath the thin silk, rising and falling violently with her breath, almost bursting through the fabric.

The ties of the undergarment were already loose, half-hiding and half-revealing, allowing a great deal of spring scenery to leak out.

That breathtaking scenery was dimly visible under the pale blue silk.

Dark desire surged in the depths of Ye Yun's eyes.

His gaze slid down from her flushed cheeks,

landing on her slender neck, on her exquisite collarbones,

and on the scenery half-hidden by the pale blue silk.

He reached out, his fingertips touching that thin layer of silk.

He could feel the heat of the skin beneath and the violent pounding of her heart.

Wen Yulan's whole body trembled; she grabbed his arms, but instead of pushing him away, she pulled him even closer.

Her eyes were so hazy they almost lost focus, her lips slightly parted as broken murmurs continuously escaped.

"Please, please. I want, I want..."

Her voice was hoarse and seductive, filled with uncontrollable urgency and longing.

It was like a feather gently scratching at the tip of one's heart.

Wen Yulan's body writhed restlessly beneath him, her hands fumbling over him, desperately wanting more.

Ye Yun's fingers hooked the tie of the undergarment and gave it a gentle pull.

That thin layer of Ice Silkworm Silk finally slipped away, like the removal of the last veil, revealing the spring scenery in full.

Wen Yulan did not dodge; she only tilted her head back, looking at him with hazy eyes, her mouth constantly repeating that word.

"Want, I want... I want it."

Ye Yun lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"Call my name."

Wen Yulan was stunned for a moment, a flash of daze appearing in her hazy eyes before being swallowed by desire once more.

She bit her lip, her voice trembling and carrying a sob.

"Please... please. I don't know your name~"

Ye Yun looked at her, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Then call me Young Master."

"Young Master..."

Wen Yulan spoke immediately, her voice so soft and seductive it could practically drip water.

"Young Master, give it to me. Quickly help me, come quickly... I..."

Ye Yun's hand stroked her leg and gently parted them.

Her legs were long and straight, her skin as white as jade, glowing with a warm luster under the sun.

Wen Yulan offered no resistance, allowing him to move as he pleased, though her body tensed further and her breathing became even more rapid.

He leaned down and kissed her lips.

Wen Yulan let out a satisfied whimper, her hands tightly wrapping around his neck.

Her body pressed up, pulling him into that burning tenderness.

In the valley, sunlight poured through the gaps at the top, spreading a layer of warm golden halo over the two of them.

The stream gurgled, the grass was soft, and the wind was filled with a faint fragrance.

Wen Yulan's moans echoed in the valley, becoming more and more rapid, more and more seductive.

Finally, they turned into a long sigh, dissipating in the wind.

Ye Yun held her, feeling her burning body gradually relax in his arms, feeling her rapid breathing gradually steady.

Her cheek was pressed against his chest, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his back.

Her mouth was still murmuring "Young Master," her voice as soft as spring water.

The sun was just right, and the breeze was not dry.

Only the sound of the gurgling stream and the intertwined breathing of the two remained in the valley.