63: Chapter 63 Fellow Daoist is still lacking.

Her hand felt cool and smooth to the touch, as if holding a piece of fine cold jade.

Xia Qingyue's hand trembled slightly, but she did not pull it back.

Ye Changge held it gently at first, feeling the coolness of her fingertips and her delicate skin.

A moment later, his fingers moved slightly, and he slowly interlaced them with hers.

As a closer contact was made, Xia Qingyue trembled slightly, and the flush on her cheeks quickly spread to her earlobes.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and she exerted all her effort to circulate the Ice Heart Sentiment Forgetting Art.

Time flowed quietly.

After a long while, Xia Qingyue slowly opened her eyes, and a faint glimmer seemed to swirl within her cold, clear pupils.

She looked at Ye Changge, her eyes carrying a trace of realization, and also a trace of regret.

"Fellow Daoist, it seems... it is still lacking a little."

Ye Changge looked at her face, which was so close that he could feel her presence.

He steeled his heart, applied a little force to his hand, pulled her a step closer to him, and tentatively, gently, wrapped his other arm around her slender waist that could be held in one hand.

Xia Qingyue let out a soft cry, and she fell into a warm, solid embrace.

The masculine scent belonging to a man instantly enveloped her, making her cold body feel a comfort she had never experienced before.

Subconsciously, she rested her cheek gently on Ye Changge's shoulder.

She even unconsciously rubbed against it like a little cat.

This dependent little gesture was both innocent and alluring.

Ye Changge was so stirred by her rubbing that his mind wandered; the arm around her waist tightened involuntarily, and his breathing became slightly heavy.

With a beauty in his arms, her cool fragrance assailing him, and her appearing so defenseless, it was truly a test of his willpower.

A few incense sticks of time passed in silence.

Xia Qingyue finally moved slightly and stepped back half a pace from his embrace.

She looked up at him, complex emotions swirling in her eyes, which finally turned into a soft sigh:

"Fellow Daoist, it is still a little lacking... Let us stop here for today."

Ye Changge looked at the faint trace of disappointment in her eyes.

The heat that had been stirred up early in the morning and then forcibly suppressed was now making his heart difficult to calm.

Watching her side profile as she turned to return to her room,

He steeled his heart, thinking, "If I am to be executed for this, so be it!"

He reached out and gently took hold of her wrist.

Xia Qingyue turned back in surprise.

Ye Changge said in a low voice:

"Fairy, I apologize."

After saying that, under the gaze of Xia Qingyue's slightly widened, cold, and clear eyes, he lowered his head and gently took her two soft, cool lips into his own.

"Mmm...!"

Xia Qingyue's body suddenly stiffened, and her mind went blank.

A clear, cold scent like winter plums after snow, the unique fragrance of a woman, instantly flooded Ye Changge's senses.

At first, he only pressed gently against them, feeling their incredible softness.

But soon, the wonderful sensation of their lips and teeth touching...

Ye Changge followed his instincts, the tip of his tongue gently prying open her pearly white teeth, which were slightly parted in shock, and explored that cool, soft space where no one had ever set foot before.

"Mmm..."

Xia Qingyue let out a muffled, indistinct sound, her whole body feeling as if it had been struck by lightning, and a numbing sensation spread from her lips and tongue to her entire body.

She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the Ice Heart Sentiment Forgetting Art within her began to circulate at an unprecedented speed, making her whole body go limp until she could barely stand, and she involuntarily reached out to cling to Ye Changge's shoulders.

Ye Changge felt her inexperience. His movements could not help but become gentler, yet also deeper, guiding and entangling with her.

After a long time, their lips parted, a silver thread stretching between them in the air.

Xia Qingyue suddenly tilted her head back, pulling away a little distance. At this moment, her face was like peach blossoms, her eyes moist, her red lips slightly swollen and parted, breathing rapidly, her chest heaving.

That aura of being untainted by worldly affairs had dissipated quite a bit, instead adding a few parts of breathtaking charm and tenderness.

"Fairy Xia, I am truly sorry, I, Ye, could not restrain myself..."

Ye Changge looked at her appearance, his heart stirred, and he quickly apologized.

Xia Qingyue shook her head and panted.

"No... Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ye. This time... this time the realization was profound. The bottleneck of the Ice Heart Sentiment Forgetting Art... I have already had a breakthrough, I need to go into seclusion immediately to process it."

She looked up at Ye Changge.

"Afterwards, I will return to the Sect. Thank you for your help during this disturbance."

Ye Changge naturally understood that opportunities for cultivation realization should not be missed, so he quickly nodded, "Fairy, you are too polite. The realization is important; please take care on your way back to the Sect."

The two soon found Ye Bufan on an open grassy area on the main peak.

The little guy was surrounded by a group of younger siblings, "Bufan." Ye Changge's voice came over.

The children immediately cheered "Daddy" and gathered around.

Ye Changge smiled and took out the spirit fruits and candied treats he had prepared from his Storage Pouch and distributed them; for a time, the grassy area was filled with happy laughter.

After distributing the snacks, Ye Changge said:

"Daddy needs to talk to your brother Bufan about something, you all go play somewhere else, okay?"

The children were all very sensible and obediently scattered while holding their snacks.

At this time, Xia Qingyue also walked over and said softly to Ye Bufan:

"Bufan, Martial Aunt has gained some insights into her Cultivation Technique and needs to return to the Sect immediately for seclusion, so we are leaving."

The light in Ye Bufan's eyes dimmed, and he unconsciously pursed his little lips.

He had only just returned home, and Daddy had also returned; he had wanted to stay a few more days...

But he knew that Martial Aunt Xia was a true disciple of the Sect, and cultivation was the most important thing, so he had to suppress his reluctance and nodded sensibly:

"Mm, Martial Aunt, I understand. I will go tell my mother."

Looking at his son's little face, which was pretending to be sensible but could not hide its disappointment, Ye Changge's heart softened slightly, and he said,

"Fairy Xia, it doesn't matter if you go first. Let Bufan stay at home for a few more days, and in a while, I will personally send him back to the Sect."

Xia Qingyue heard this, her cold, clear eyes looked at Ye Changge, and then at Ye Bufan, who was looking at her expectantly, and she nodded gently:

"That is fine. Then I will trouble you, Fellow Daoist Ye."

She gave Ye Bufan a few more instructions about focusing on his cultivation, then did not linger any longer, turning into a moon-white stream of light, and left Longmai Mountain directly.

Xia Qingyue left so decisively that it made Lu Shiyin, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, somewhat puzzled.

She walked to Ye Changge's side, watching the stream of light disappear into the sky, and asked softly:

"Husband, what is going on with Fairy Xia...? Could it be because of what happened this morning..."

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she didn't have the nerve to finish her sentence.

Ye Changge withdrew his gaze and turned to look at his gentle, water-like wife beside him. The fire that had been unexpectedly interrupted in the morning and had not dissipated after being stirred up by Xia Qingyue, now, looking at his wife's delicate face, which carried a hint of shyness amidst her concern, began to rise faintly again.

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of his mouth; he wrapped his arm around Lu Shiyin's slender waist, pulled her into his embrace, and whispered:

"It is not because of what she saw; it is because she has gained insights into her Cultivation Technique."

"Hmm? How did she gain those insights?" Lu Shiyin nestled in his arms and looked up with curiosity.

Ye Changge smiled mischievously, "Do you want to know?" Immediately after, he lowered his head and directly took her two soft, delicate lips into his own.