109: Chapter 109 How come this person is so skilled in this area?

Ye Changge froze for a moment.

Immediately, a warm current surged in his heart, along with a bit of indescribable palpitation.

Since she had taken the initiative,

if he were to remain reserved, it would seem overly pretentious.

He stood up and took a step forward.

Xiao Caiyue subconsciously stepped back, but was gently supported by a warm palm on her lower back.

"Hus—"

Before she could finish, her two soft lips were already captured.

Xiao Caiyue's body suddenly stiffened.

She hadn't expected him to be so direct.

And she hadn't expected her own body to be so direct as well.

Her reason told her to push him away, at least... at least things shouldn't be progressing this quickly.

But her hand, raised in mid-air, only rested gently on his arm, without applying any force.

They were already Dao Companions; they had signed a Spiritual Contract and she had called him husband.

A kiss... was only appropriate.

Besides, it was she who had taken the initiative first.

She closed her eyes, and her stiff body gradually softened.

Ye Changge sensed the change in the person in his arms.

From the initial tension, to a slight trembling, then to a slow relaxation, and finally, she was almost leaning into his embrace, letting him lead.

Her lips were soft and warm, carrying a faint, cool fragrance.

Her response was clumsy, yet sincere.

He understood in his heart.

This Fairy Xiao was truly a blank slate when it came to matters between men and women.

Her slender hands didn't know where to rest; her breathing was rapid, yet she didn't know how to catch her breath; and even though she was so embarrassed that her ears were practically dripping blood, she forced herself not to pull away.

Ye Changge softened his touch, no longer deepening the kiss, but instead tracing and tasting her lips with the utmost gentleness.

After a long while, only when Xiao Caiyue felt as if her chest were about to burst and she let out a soft "mm," did he finally stop.

He pulled back slightly.

Xiao Caiyue lay in his arms, her forehead resting against his shoulder, gasping for air, her chest heaving violently.

Her hands had clutched the lapels of his clothes at some point, and she still hadn't let go.

Ye Changge did not rush her; he simply held her gently, his palm stroking her back slowly to help her catch her breath.

Outside the window, birds occasionally flew by, casting scattered shadows.

After a long time, Xiao Caiyue's breathing gradually calmed down.

She did not look up, remaining buried in his embrace, her voice muffled and carrying a hint of tenderness he had never heard before:

"Husband... why are you like this..."

She didn't finish her sentence, her earlobes flushed crimson.

Ye Changge chuckled softly, his voice gentle:

"Caiyue, although we have already signed a Spiritual Contract, before we officially engage in Dual Cultivation, we might as well spend more time together and get to know each other slowly."

He paused, his tone serious:

"I'm afraid that when the time comes, you won't be able to accept it all at once."

Xiao Caiyue lay in his arms, not speaking.

She naturally understood what he was referring to.

Those two secret techniques, whichever one it was, required unreserved intimate union. And she... was truly ignorant of such things, so it was inevitable that she felt uneasy.

She knew what he said was the truth.

After a long silence, she slowly raised her head.

The flush on her face had not yet faded, and the shyness from just moments ago still lingered in her eyes, but her gaze had regained its firmness and clarity.

She looked at Ye Changge and said softly:

"Please... guide Caiyue, husband."

Ye Changge looked into those clear, earnest eyes, and a corner of his heart softened.

"That is only natural," he said.

Then, he lowered his head.

This time, it was no longer a simple kiss, but an exploration meant to guide her.

He taught her how to regulate her breathing, how to relax her lips and teeth, and how to maintain a clear Divine Sense during intimate contact.

Xiao Caiyue learned very earnestly.

At first, she was still a bit clumsy and needed to stop to catch her breath from time to time, but she did not retreat.

She was naturally a clever person; if she could master such complex and exquisite systems of Formations, this was just a different way of learning.

Gradually, she began to be able to respond, and even occasionally, clumsily, took the initiative.

Ye Changge proceeded step by step, from their lips and teeth meeting, to gently stroking her waist, and then to his fingertips running through her hair to undo that simple jade hairpin.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, scattering across her water-blue palace dress, making her look even more elegant and moving.

He kissed her brow, her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally landed on the corner of her lips.

Xiao Caiyue closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, letting him do as he pleased.

But when his hand inadvertently touched her waist, she suddenly let out a soft "ah" and her body shrank back slightly.

Ye Changge stopped.

Xiao Caiyue opened her eyes, her gaze shimmering with moisture, but she shook her head.

"...I'm not used to it." She said it very softly.

Ye Changge did not take it any further, simply holding her tighter, his palm pressed against her lower back, slowly channeling a gentle stream of spiritual energy to help her calm her racing heart.

"Take it slow," he said.

Xiao Caiyue leaned against his shoulder and gave a soft "mm."

Then, he began to "guide" her again.

The difficulty this time was a little higher than before.

Ye Changge was not a lecherous man, but since the beauty had taken the initiative to entrust herself to him and trusted him completely, it would be hypocritical if he had no reaction at all.

He held her hand, guiding her to feel the rhythm of the Yin and Yang Qi flowing through her Meridians; he kissed the side of her neck, teaching her how to keep her spirit clear during intimate contact and not be disturbed by carnal desires;

Through her clothes, he pressed his palm against her Dantian, slowly channeling a wisp of spiritual energy containing the Origin of the Yin-Yang Dao Foundation, letting her personally perceive the profoundness of that "nourishment" and "symbiosis."

Xiao Caiyue was able to comprehend it earnestly at first, but gradually, she felt only Chaos in her mind.

She didn't know how he could do these things while still clearly explaining the essentials of the technique and the route of the energy flow.

She only knew that she could no longer even manage an "mm."

A long time later—Xiao Caiyue was almost limp in his arms; if Ye Changge hadn't been holding her, she likely would have slid onto the floor.

Her hair was disheveled, and although her clothes were not undone, they were in complete disarray. Her water-blue palace dress was wrinkled into a ball, and the wide sleeves had slid down from her wrists, revealing a section of her fair, slender arm.

She lay on his lap, gasping for air, her eyes rimmed with red.

It wasn't pain, nor was it grievance. She just inexplicably... wanted to cry.

She had lived for over twenty years, studying Formations since she was young, and later running a shop, dealing with all sorts of Cultivators, and had never shown weakness in front of others.

But at this moment, she inexplicably felt aggrieved.

Why was this person so proficient in such matters?

She had thought she was mentally prepared. But at this moment, she still wanted to cry.

It wasn't regret, nor was it resentment.

She lay on his lap, and after a long while, she gathered enough strength, her voice raspy:

"Caiyue... still has shop matters to attend to in a while."

She paused, struggling to prop herself up, keeping her eyes down, avoiding looking at him.

"Let's... stop here for today."

As she spoke, she tried to get up. But her legs were so weak that she only managed to stand halfway before falling back down.

Ye Changge steadied her, not speaking.

Xiao Caiyue kept her head down, and after a long time, she sniffled softly.

"...Thank you for your efforts today, husband."

Ye Changge looked at the person before him. Her hair was messy, tear stains still lingered at the corners of her eyes, and though she was clearly aggrieved to death, she was forcing herself to maintain a dignified and proper posture.

He knew in his heart that this matter could not progress too quickly. He said, "Let's stop here for today."