48: Chapter 48 I'm sorry!

The night breeze swept past the high, upturned eaves of Tingjian Pavilion, swirling a few fallen leaves and creating a faint rustling sound in the silent air.

Gu Yi lowered his gaze, looking at the lazy Liu Qingwan, who was leaning in his arms, her fair, delicate index finger still aimlessly drawing circles on his chest.

The sweet, cloying aroma of wine, catalyzed by the immortal brew, mingled with the unique, mature fragrance of powder on Liu Qingwan, forming an invisible net that tightly enveloped the two of them on this small patch of blue tiles.

"Since Liu Qingwan says I am bad..."

Gu Yi let out a low chuckle, his voice carrying a husky, magnetic quality in the cool night air.

He reached out, grabbing Liu Qingwan's soft hand that was still causing trouble, and pressed it against his own warm, solid chest, which rose and fell with his breathing.

"If this Disciple doesn't do something bad, wouldn't I be bearing this false reputation for nothing?"

Liu Qingwan's body trembled slightly.

She tilted her head back, her peach-blossom eyes, shimmering with watery light, meeting Gu Yi's gaze, which was as deep as an abyss.

Under the catalytic effect of the immortal brew, the so-called "seniority and hierarchy" and "Sect decorum" that usually constrained her in her mind were now like withered lotus leaves in the rain, precarious and crumbling.

She did not break free from Gu Yi's hand; instead, emboldened by the slight tipsiness, she curled her rosy lips into a charming, bone-deep smile, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

"Little rascal, you dare..."

These two words were spoken softly and weakly; rather than a warning from an Elder, they were more like an open, tantalizing invitation.

Gu Yi answered her with action.

He lowered his head, precisely capturing those red lips stained with the rich aroma of wine.

Unlike his usual gentle and polite demeanor, this kiss from Gu Yi carried an irresistible dominance and aggression.

He forcefully pried open Liu Qingwan's teeth, wantonly tasting the sweetness lingering with the aftertaste of the immortal brew, stealing the remaining air from her mouth.

"Mmm..."

Liu Qingwan let out an unexpected, soft moan.

She instinctively wanted to retreat, pressing her hands against Gu Yi's broad shoulders, trying to push away this mountain of overwhelming pressure.

Just as she retreated, Gu Yi's large hand wrapped around her waist tightened suddenly, the muscles on his arm bulging slightly, squeezing away the last sliver of space between the two of them.

The boundless vitality and scorching body temperature of the Primordial Limitless Creation Immortal Body were continuously transmitted to Liu Qingwan's skin through her thin, plain Daoist robe.

That slight resistance quickly melted into a pool of spring water under Gu Yi's absolute suppression of power and the aphrodisiac effect of the immortal brew.

The hands Liu Qingwan had pressed against Gu Yi's shoulders gradually lost the strength to push him away, slowly climbing up his shoulders to his nape, responding to this deep kiss that crossed the boundaries of status with awkward yet fervent passion.

Clouds in the night sky drifted quietly by, obscuring the bright, clear moon.

The temperature on the roof ridge, however, was climbing steadily.

Gu Yi's fingers slowly moved up along Liu Qingwan's slender waist, his long joints nimbly unfastening the ties of her already loose Daoist robe.

The silky fabric slid down her rounded shoulders, piling up in layers on the cold blue tiles.

The night breeze blew against her bare, fair skin, evoking a series of fine shivers, only to be completely covered by Gu Yi's scorching chest in the next breath.

"Don't... not here..."

Liu Qingwan managed to break free from the long kiss for a moment to catch her breath, turning her head and burying her burning cheek into the crook of Gu Yi's neck.

Although she had let down her guard under the influence of the immortal brew, the lingering sense of shame in her bones still made her feel flustered about the open-air roof.

This was Sword King City; if any passing expert noticed, her reputation as an Elder of the Xuantian Sect would be completely gone.

"Rest assured, Liu Qingwan, I have already set up a sound-isolating and concealment Formation; apart from the stars in the sky, no one will discover us."

Gu Yi whispered softly against her ear, soothing her unease.

His warm breath sprayed onto Liu Qingwan's crystalline earlobe, and he opened his mouth to gently bite the rounded ear bead, causing her to tremble uncontrollably again.

"Liu Qingwan, my apologies."

With this whisper, Gu Yi gave her no more room to retreat or think.

He braced his hands on the tiles, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerting force, and with an invincible, domineering posture, he pushed this absurd entanglement completely into the abyss.

Liu Qingwan's body arched upward suddenly, like a fully drawn longbow.

Her originally hazy peach-blossom eyes widened instantly, and a complex watery light mixed with pain and pleasure flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Sweat dripped down Gu Yi's defined jawline, hitting the fair skin on Liu Qingwan's chest, splashing into tiny droplets.

The night breeze blew past, but it could not disperse the amorous atmosphere on the roof that was so thick it was about to drip water.

Time lost its meaning in this absurd entanglement.

The white jade wine pot lay quietly on the tiles not far away, the half-drop of immortal brew remaining at the spout refracting the cold moonlight.

It is unknown how much time had passed.

Until a faint, fish-belly white appeared on the eastern horizon, and the morning bell of Sword King City rang faintly on the distant mountain peak.

The faint light of dawn shone through the transparent light curtain of the Formation, spilling onto their bodies as they held each other tightly.

Liu Qingwan was like a pool of spring water completely drained of its bones, lying limply on Gu Yi's chest.

Her stunningly beautiful face was covered in a heavy flush that had yet to fade, and a crystalline tear, shed from excessive pleasure, still hung at the corner of her eye.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes still trembling slightly.

Listening to Gu Yi's strong and powerful heartbeat and feeling that full, unfamiliar Qi inside her, she had no strength left to even move a finger.

This body of hers had been completely devoured by this little rascal.

Gu Yi's breathing was also somewhat heavy.

He held Liu Qingwan's delicate body, which was covered in sweat and red and blue marks, with one arm, while his other hand pulled over the outer robe scattered nearby, carefully wrapping her up tightly to ward off the biting chill of the early morning.

He lowered his head, brushing aside the damp strands of hair stuck to Liu Qingwan's cheek, and pressed a kiss full of tenderness and possessiveness onto her smooth forehead.