206: full of pathos

Meng Jiang narrowed her eyes, her tongue lightly licking the corner of her lips as she looked at Shang Wan Ning with a faint, knowing smile.

She slowly extended her slender fingers and tilted Shang Wan Ning's chin upward.

The pad of her thumb slowly pressed against Shang Wan Ning's pink, soft lips—rubbing them gently!

This action was filled with flirtatious intent~

It caused Shang Wan Ning, who was already somewhat infatuated, to breathe even more rapidly. A charming blush instantly bloomed on her cheeks, like peach blossoms in full bloom during spring—delicate and dripping with beauty~

Shang Wan Ning suddenly reached out and grabbed Meng Jiang's wrist, her gaze burning as she stared at the other woman.

A trace of unconcealable desire flickered in her eyes.

She leaned forward, gradually drawing close to Meng Jiang's ear, whispering softly.

“Why don't you use... to help me relieve this~” Before she could finish her sentence, Shang Wan Ning impatiently took the initiative to kiss Meng Jiang's lips.

[I'm not Liu Xia Hui; there's no reason not to eat what's delivered to my door.]

In an instant, their lips pressed tightly together, their lily-like scents intertwining.

Their delicate bodies pressed closer and closer, as if they were about to merge into one. At this moment, the hall was filled with a rich, fragrant aura, making one intoxicated and unable to pull away... Hearing the sounds from the phoenix couch, the maids in the hall all blushed and lowered their heads to stare at their toes; they hurriedly retreated from the hall, fearing they would disturb Her Majesty's lingering affection!

...Meng Jiang had a mischievous smile on her face as she, with a bit of wicked humor, placed her small and exquisite toes onto Shang Wan Ning's coveted lips.

She felt secretly proud, taking advantage of the Empress's indulgence to boldly tap them a few times.

This act was not only extremely frivolous but also a blatant provocation.

Clearly, she was using this method to remind Shang Wan Ning.

‘She’ had already stepped on ‘her’—a subject under her skirt for a lifetime.

Sister Meng wore a light smile, her movements slow and elegant as she lifted her jade-like leg.

The instep of her foot rubbed against Shang Wan Ning's delicate, fair cheek, like a lazy cat teasing its favorite toy, appearing increasingly unrestrained and arrogant.

“Wanling, why are you so silent? Could it be that you were frightened by me?”

Sister Meng said with a coquettish pout, her tone carrying a hint of banter and provocation.

“Oh my! If that's truly the case, I am indeed guilty beyond reprieve.”

Shang Wan Ning bit her lip tightly, her eyes reddening slightly as if tears were glistening within.

[Where is my pure-hearted and ascetic Sister Meng???]

“The true eternal responds to things, the true eternal attains nature; always responding yet always still, always clear and quiet. Such tranquility leads into the True Dao; having entered the True Dao, it is called attaining the Way...” Shang Wan Ning's voice trembled slightly.

“Sister Meng, don't force me!”

“Hahahaha! Wanling, oh Wanling, you really are quite interesting!” Instead of restraining herself, Meng Jiang laughed even more uncontrollably.

“Is the Heart Clearing Incantation useful?”

She continued to tap the tip of her toe against Shang Wan Ning's chin, and slowly traced the instep of her foot across the other's neck, as if exploring some secret.

Meng Jiang became increasingly bold, attempting to use her jade foot to pry open Shang Wan Ning's inner garment, wanting to fully expose the wonderful scenery hidden beneath the thin clothes... Just when Meng Jiang thought she would succeed.

Suddenly, a burning palm gripped her ankle tightly like iron pincers.

The strength in this hand was immense, leaving her completely unable to move.

Shang Wan Ning lowered her head, her passionate eyes like an abyss that one could not see the bottom of with a single glance.

Her two delicate, thin lips parted slightly and gently pressed a kiss onto Sister Meng's instep.

“One, two, four, twelve...”

She left behind a series of faint, shimmering hickeys.

Meng Jiang was instantly stunned, staring blankly at the kiss marks of varying depths on her instep.

For a moment, she didn't know how to react. Her mind went blank, her entire ‘person’ seemed petrified, unable to recover for a long time.

[No way!]

[Did I take the joke too far!!!]

*Rip...*

The clothing, like fragile thin paper, was shattered into dust by the Empress's majestic divine power... Before meeting the Secretary-General, Shang Wan Ning's understanding of love was almost a complete blank.

At that time, she was not only extremely stingy and petty but also spent her days in a state of utter decadence, having lost all passion and motivation for life.

From the moment the White-Haired Loli appeared in her life, everything on the couch began to undergo a world-shaking change.

Shang Wan Ning was like a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect who originally strictly observed the precepts, but under the temptation of this charming little vixen, she broke them repeatedly.

Gradually losing herself, her mind was hooked by the other party, and she became addicted to lust, unable to extricate herself.

And after encountering Lin Ran, Shang Wan Ning transformed even further into a cold and heartless capitalist.

She ruthlessly and crazily exploited Chief Assistant Lin's labor to obtain the maximum profit.

Following that, Sister Meng's appearance was like opening a door to a brand-new world.

By this point, Shang Wan Ning had completely broken free from her past conservative and introverted self, revealing an unprecedented side.

Every one of her impulses and losses of emotional control was without exception because of 'their' existence.

If time were to flow back, that pure and green Shang Wan Ning would absolutely never have been able to make such frivolous moves toward any girl!

“That's right! How could I possibly be a ‘foot-fetish’ pervert?” Shang Wan Ning shouted inwardly.

“It must be them who corrupted me. Yes, that's the truth.”

...In the depths of Ma Mian's eyes, a 'spear' seemed to have condensed, faintly carrying a murderous aura.

“This General has never easily raised a hand against a woman, but today I'm afraid I must break that rule.”

Jiao Xiao lazily lifted her eyelids, glancing at him nonchalantly. Her lips suddenly curled up slightly as she let out a low, soft laugh.

“Hmph, I, this Patriarch, have lived for thousands of years and have never feared anything.” She held the Blood-Coagulating Halberd in her hand, her aura suddenly surging. With a powerful swing toward Ma Mian, a sharp halberd shadow cleaved straight through like lightning.

Ma Mian appeared exceptionally calm and composed as he gripped the serpent spear with one hand. With what seemed like a casual sweep, he easily blocked Jiao Xiao's full-strength strike.

In an instant, the collision of demonic power and spiritual energy produced a shockwave that sent dust flying in the surroundings.

“Late stage of the Sixth Rank!”

Jiao Xiao's pupils couldn't help but contract. Her right hand suddenly reached into her robes, pulling out a formation jade slip treasured by her clan and crushing it with force.

With a loud "Boom," billowing smoke and dust rose, instantly obscuring everyone's vision.

Jiao Xiao knew she couldn't be careless at this time, so she immediately crushed several more jade slips in succession.

For a time, various strange lights and runes interlaced and flickered in the air, forming a series of~ Mist Formations.