257: Chapter 257 The Fairy Has Been Offended!

Seeing that the time was about right, the hand supporting her began to slowly move down. From her slender waist, it moved all the way down, passing over her flat lower abdomen, and finally stopped at the base of her thigh.

Then, through that thin layer of her moon-white dress, he gently rubbed.

Xia Qingyue's body suddenly stiffened.

Ye Changge did not stop. His fingers moved with a rhythmic, unhurried pace through the fabric.

"Mm!"

A suppressed groan escaped from Xia Qingyue's small, delicate nose.

Her body tightened abruptly, and her legs instinctively pressed together,

happening to trap that mischievous hand in between. Her entire person went rigid, and even her breathing seemed to stop for a moment.

Her already flushed face turned even redder now, almost to the point of dripping blood. Her eyes were shimmering with moisture, filled with shyness, panic, and a hint of... confusion that even she hadn't noticed.

She had never experienced such a thing before.

Since childhood, she had been brought into the Lingxiao Sect by her Revered Master to practice. She had devoted herself entirely to her Cultivate, and let alone matters between men and women, even normal interactions between fellow disciples were rare.

She only knew that Dual Cultivation was a method of cultivation, a process of Yin and Yang converging and spiritual energy complementing each other. But only when she was actually in the midst of it did she understand that there was a chasm-like distance between theoretical knowledge and actual feeling.

Ye Changge felt her stiffness and tension, so he did not go any deeper,

but simply placed his palm over that spot and gently massaged it.

He lowered his head and softly comforted her in her ear:

"Qingyue, hold on. Feel the changes in the Cultivation Technique."

His voice was low and gentle, carrying a reassuring certainty.

Hearing this, Xia Qingyue bit her lower lip, enduring the waves of strange sensations coming from below, and refocused her attention on the circulation of the technique within her body.

With this look, her heart suddenly shook.

The Supreme Forgetting Emotion Art was currently circulating at an unprecedented speed! That cool spiritual energy was like a river bursting its banks, galloping and roaring through her Meridians. Everywhere it passed, the originally sluggish acupoints loosened one after another, showing signs of breaking through the barriers.

She could clearly feel that the Bottleneck that had troubled her for a long time was now as thin as a piece of paper, as if with just a little more effort, she could completely Breakthrough and step into a higher level.

And all of this was because of Ye Changge.

It was because of his kiss, because of his touch, and because of those... feelings he brought that she had never experienced before.

Xia Qingyue was both shocked and ashamed, but she didn't dare to be distracted. She could only desperately steady her mind, guiding that surging spiritual energy along the path of the technique,

washing over those unopened acupoints again and over again.

Ye Changge noticed her shift in attention and did not disturb her, simply maintaining his actions.

He could clearly perceive that with every gentle caress, the circulation of spiritual energy within Xia Qingyue's body would quicken by a fraction, and that Bottleneck would loosen a bit more.

This was an introductory technique of the Dual Cultivation secret method recorded in the Yin Yang Creation Art.

By blending and stimulating the Yin and Yang Qi, it would activate the spiritual energy within the partner's body, thereby accelerating the circulation of the technique and assisting in breaking through the Bottleneck.

Of course, this was only the shallowest method.

The deeper levels... required the true convergence of Yin and Yang, the union of body and mind, to be performed.

In this way, the time it takes for an incense stick to burn passed.

Xia Qingyue's body suddenly began to tremble violently.

She suddenly threw her head back,

her fair and slender swan-like neck tensing into a beautiful curve as an uncontrollable groan escaped from deep within her throat—

"Ngh!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried an unprecedented, heart-swaying tenderness.

Immediately after, her body trembled slightly, and she slumped down softly.

Ye Changge was quick-eyed and fast-handed, immediately reaching out to wrap his arm around her waist to steady her, then carefully helping her sit down on the nearby soft couch.

Xia Qingyue sat slumped on the couch, gasping for breath. Her hair was disheveled, and several strands of black hair were soaked with sweat, clinging to her fair forehead.

Her face was like a peach blossom, with a lingering flush at the corners of her eyes. Those beautiful eyes, usually as cold as frost, were now shimmering with moisture, blurred and hazy.

Although her clothes were not removed, they were in complete disarray. Her moon-white dress was crumpled into a ball,

and a dark patch was faintly visible on the lower part of the skirt, standing out particularly clearly against the white fabric.

Seeing this, Ye Changge secretly blamed himself, wondering if he had been a bit too fast.

He knelt down and looked into Xia Qingyue's eyes, his tone filled with concern and apology:

"Qingyue, are you alright?"

Xia Qingyue raised those hazy, beautiful eyes to look at him.

Those eyes, which were usually as cold as frost and seemed to contain no emotion, were now glistening with moisture, the corners slightly red, looking quite pitiful.

She shook her head gently.

Then, she lowered her head and glanced at her messy skirt, her cheeks burning again.

She could clearly feel... the wet sensation coming from below.

It was something she had never experienced.

She didn't understand what it was.

But she knew that it must be... very embarrassing.

Seeing her head lowered in silence, Ye Changge thought she was still shy, so he reached out to gently stroke her hair and said softly:

"I was too rushed. Qingyue, if you feel uncomfortable, we'll stop for now and try again another—"

"It's not that."

Xia Qingyue suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, yet carrying a strange certainty.

She raised her head to look at Ye Changge. The haziness in her beautiful eyes had gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented clarity and determination.

"Fellow Daoist Ye..." Her voice was still trembling slightly, but she spoke every word with great seriousness, "This concubine's technique... is already just a thin layer of paper away from a Breakthrough."

She paused and took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage.

Then, biting her lip, she continued:

"What happened just now... although it quickened the circulation of the technique, it was after all... just scratching the surface. To truly Breakthrough, I'm afraid I still need..."

She didn't go on.

But in those eyes looking at Ye Changge, three words were clearly written—

It's not enough.

Ye Changge met her gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.

She was telling him that she was ready.

It's just that... she needed him to give her one more push.

Ye Changge was silent for a moment, then reached out, took her hand, and squeezed it gently.

"Qingyue, I understand what you mean." His voice was low and gentle, "But... are you sure?"

Xia Qingyue looked at him and nodded gently.

"This concubine is... sure."

Her voice was light, but it carried an unshakeable determination.

Looking at her eyes that were as clear as ice but now seemed to be burning with fire, the last trace of hesitation in Ye Changge's heart vanished.

He stood up, gently lifted her from the soft couch, and took her into his arms.

He lowered his head and whispered a sentence in her ear—

"Then... Qingyue, I have offended you."