638: She just likes it

After thinking for a while, An Yuexi gritted her teeth again:

"And you, that damn Chen Xuan, I didn't expect you to still be unrepentant after coming here. I might as well not have brought you over. At least in 'now', there's only that fox spirit and Luo Menglan, that woman..."

"If you don't give me a perfect explanation this time, then just go be with your other women! Hmph!"

......

In Purple Spirit Goddess's bedchamber, light gauze curtains swayed gently with the breeze, imbued with a dreamlike, ethereal aura.

After catching Chen Xuan, she resumed her languid posture.

She lightly raised her right foot, her toes gently tapping, and the exquisitely embroidered silk shoe, adorned with intricate patterns, flew off as lightly as a butterfly, landing on the carpet nearby.

Immediately after, her left foot followed suit, revealing her jade-white feet without reservation.

Her feet were delicate and small, her toes round and full, like meticulously carved pearls, radiating a soft luster.

The arch of her foot was gracefully curved, like a new moon, exuding a deadly allure.

Chen Xuan stood dumbfounded beside her.

Purple Spirit Goddess lay down on the soft couch in a languid and comfortable manner. The soft couch was piled high with soft brocade quilts and pillows, making her figure appear even more graceful.

One of her hands was casually propped behind her head, a few playful strands of purple hair entwining her fingers, while her other hand rested on the edge of the couch, her slender fingers gently caressing the rim.

Chen Xuan stood dumbfounded beside her.

She half-closed her eyes, her gaze shimmering with languor and haziness, her rosy lips slightly pouted, as if in anger or resentment, like a vibrant peony blooming in spring, dazzlingly beautiful, yet carrying a noble air that kept others at a distance.

Inside the bedchamber, the glazed lamps emitted a soft glow, and the light and shadows danced freely over her, outlining her graceful figure even more captivatingly.

Chen Xuan stood dumbfounded beside her.

That year, at eighteen, he stood like a mere minion.

At this moment, he only felt that his Zi Ling's beauty was truly stunning, with every gesture full of charm.

And Purple Spirit Goddess seemed to notice Chen Xuan's gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips, her voice soft and sweet yet carrying the authority of a superior:

"Idiot, have you looked enough? Hurry up and come massage my legs."

Although Chen Xuan was filled with "helplessness," he dared not disobey and could only quickly walk forward.

He squatted beside the soft couch, his hands gently gripping Purple Spirit Goddess's jade feet, and began to carefully massage them.

Purple Spirit Goddess leaned languidly on the soft couch. Chen Xuan's touch made her body tremble slightly. Her breathing involuntarily quickened, and an unprecedented feeling of strangeness spread from her feet to her entire body.

Having grown up, she had never had such intimate contact with any man. At this moment, Chen Xuan's hands applied just the right amount of pressure, massaging her jade feet, the warm sensation penetrating her skin, as if directly drilling into her heart, disturbing her usually calm heart.

Her half-closed eyes widened slightly, a hint of panic flashing in them, but it was quickly masked by feigned composure and languor. She bit her lower lip slightly, trying to remain calm, but her slightly reddened earlobes betrayed the turmoil within her.

"This idiot, his technique is quite good," she thought to herself.

At the same time, she felt a bit annoyed by her own reaction. After all, as the high and mighty Immortal Emperor-level Purple Spirit Goddess, she had long been accustomed to everyone's awe and reverence, and had never imagined there would be such a scene today that would make her heart flutter.

Hmph, it's all Chen Zier's fault!

As Chen Xuan moved, she felt as if all the strength in her body was drained, waves of comfort washing over her, making her almost hum aloud.

But she held back, only occasionally frowning slightly, then quickly relaxing, trying to use her seemingly calm expression to hide the pounding of her heart, like a frightened deer.

"Hmm, exert more force," Purple Spirit Goddess softly instructed, her voice tinged with a languid petulance.

Chen Xuan increased his strength as instructed.

After a while, Purple Spirit Goddess spoke again:

"Just massaging my legs isn't enough, massage my shoulders too." Chen Xuan had no choice but to stand up, walk behind the soft couch, place his hands on Purple Spirit Goddess's shoulders, and begin to rhythmically knead them.

Purple Spirit Goddess leaned back slightly, resting against Chen Xuan, enjoying his service.

She had to get back all the losses she would suffer in the future now!

"This technique is much better than those maids in my palace," Purple Spirit Goddess teased.

"How about you just serve me from now on?"

"It's not impossible," Chen Xuan said indifferently.

"However, at this stage, I still have many important matters to attend to."

"Important matters? Hmph, can anything be more important than serving me?"

Purple Spirit Goddess raised an eyebrow, "Go, pour me a cup of tea, it should be warm, and use my treasured Dao Enlightenment Tea leaves."

"Oh my, oh my."

Chen Xuan reluctantly let go, walked to the tea table nearby, brewed the tea as Purple Spirit Goddess requested, and brought it to her.

Purple Spirit Goddess did not reach out to take it, but merely parted her lips slightly: "Feed me."

"Thump! Thump!"

Chen Xuan admitted that he was indeed stirred by this woman. After a moment of hesitation, he picked up the teacup and gently brought it to Purple Spirit Goddess's lips.

Purple Spirit Goddess took a shallow sip, and the tea trickled down the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her fair neck.

"Oh, look at you, so clumsy," Purple Spirit Goddess chided.

"Get a handkerchief and wipe it for me."

Chen Xuan had no choice but to put down the teacup and fetch a handkerchief.

Purple Spirit Goddess watched Chen Xuan's flustered expression, and a unique emotion quietly grew in her heart.

But when Chen Xuan's hand, holding the handkerchief, lightly touched her neck, her body stiffened abruptly, and her cheeks instantly flushed with a blush like an evening glow, spreading from her earlobes all the way to her cheeks.

She instinctively turned her head slightly, wanting to avoid Chen Xuan's touch, yet it was as if she was pulled by some invisible force and did not dodge.

Her eyes blinked rapidly, her long eyelashes fluttering like startled butterflies, her gaze filled with panic and shyness, completely devoid of her usual high and mighty, cold and noble demeanor.

She lightly bit her lower lip, leaving a shallow mark on her rosy lips, making her already delicate lips appear even more alluring at this moment.

At the same time, her breathing became erratic, and warm breaths gently sprayed onto Chen Xuan's hand, carrying traces of sweetness.

"I say, Da Zi, if you can't do it, don't force yourself!" Chen Xuan chuckled.

"You... you hurry up! And what's with Da Zi?!"

She tried to use a chiding tone to hide her shyness, but her slightly trembling voice still betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

She secretly raised her eyes, glancing at Chen Xuan out of the corner of her eye. Seeing his face also flushed, for some reason, a hint of secret joy welled up in her heart.

Although she also secretly blamed herself for being so flustered in front of this man, the pounding of her heart, like a frightened deer, simply could not be calmed.

She just liked it.