337: Chapter 337 Buy Two Get One Free

Moonlight flowed like silk, silently streaming over the winding corridors of the lotus pond pavilion. The rippling water reflected the snow-white carved railings of the stone pavilion by the water, and the shadows of several craggy rockeries cast into the water added a touch of depth.

A gentle breeze blew, stirring the water lilies in the pond, carrying the elegant fragrance of flowers and the slightly fishy, damp scent of the pond water. It also brought a wisp of... a unique aroma, just mixed with damp floral scent and a woman's body fragrance.

"Sect Master."

A clear, soft, and gentle voice sounded from in front of him.

Ling Hao slowly opened his slightly closed eyes, a flash of brilliance seemingly passing through them before vanishing.

Under the moonlight, Yu Lingling stood gracefully. Her long hair was slightly damp, casually draped over her shoulders and neck, with a few strands clinging to her collarbone, looking lazy and alluring.

She wore a light cyan silk nightgown, the smooth-as-water fabric clinging to every inch of her curves, shimmering with a soft luster under the moonlight.

The neckline of the nightgown was carelessly open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage, the full, rounded shape of her breasts clearly outlined under the smooth silk.

The hem only reached the middle of her thighs, and as the night breeze gently blew, it swayed slightly, fully revealing a pair of jade-like legs wrapped in sheer stockings.

The lace tops of the stockings were tightly bound at the plumpest part of her upper thighs, slightly digging into the fair, smooth flesh, outlining an enticing indentation.

Matching thin-strapped high-heeled sandals wound around her delicate ankles, with her pink, supple toes faintly visible beneath the stockings.

"Ling Ling?"

After a long while, Ling Hao seemed to finally snap out of the scene before him.

"Sect Master, I... I..."

Enveloped by his gaze, Yu Lingling felt her cheeks burning, and she became somewhat uncomfortable with her hands and feet. She lowered her lashes, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

Ling Hao's lips curled slightly. He stood up, walked to the stone table, and sat down. He pointed to the stone stool opposite him and said in a calm tone, "Shall we sit down and talk first?"

Yu Lingling nodded and approached as instructed. The moment she sat down sideways, her body stiffened slightly, but she quickly returned to normal.

Ling Hao lightly wiped his right hand across his storage ring, and a set of elegant tea ware appeared on the stone table. His movements were smooth and fluid, and he soon pushed a cup of steaming clear tea in front of Yu Lingling. The emerald green tea soup was clear and bright under the moonlight.

Ling Hao's gaze swept over the stone stool, carrying a hint of an elusive smile. "What? Is the stone stool underneath a bit cold?"

"This is the Biluochun Clear Stream you like. It's hot tea; warm yourself up."

Yu Lingling lifted her eyes and met his half-smiling expression, the blush on her face deepening. The Sect Master actually still remembered the tea she loved to drink the most...

Usually, she would habitually gather her skirt when sitting down to prevent any exposure, but today, due to her unsettled state of mind, she had forgotten. Furthermore... beneath this thin nightgown, she was wearing nothing. The sensation from the cold stone surface made her instantly clear-headed.

Ling Hao's gaze swept seemingly unintentionally over a rockery outside the pavilion, then he looked up at the bright moon that had just risen, casting its clear light everywhere. The hour was still early, and there was plenty of time.

"Ling Ling, is there something the matter?" Ling Hao asked gently.

A trace of resentment could not help but rise in Yu Lingling's heart. She had dressed like this and come to him voluntarily, yet the Sect Master was still asking when he knew the answer? Was he doing it on purpose? Could it be... that he didn't like her? This thought made her heart panic, but it was immediately rejected—she had clearly seen the Sect Master's momentary distraction just now.

She took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum: "I... like... Sect Master, I want to..." Her small face turned bright red, but the second half of the sentence was stuck in her throat, unable to be spoken.

"Hmm," Ling Hao nodded solemnly. "I like Ling Ling too."

This frank and calm response made Yu Lingling realize instantly. The Sect Master was deliberately making a fool of her! It was just as the Senior Sister and Second Senior Sister said, the Sect Master was sometimes... truly too "bad"! A wave of shame and annoyance mixed with unwillingness surged in her heart.

Yu Lingling simply steeled her heart, stood up abruptly, and took two or three steps to reach Ling Hao. Before his surprised gaze, she sat directly facing him, straddling his lap.

A warm, fragrant, and soft body suddenly entered his embrace. The damp, warm fragrance of the woman after bathing, along with her smooth texture and astonishing elasticity, instantly enveloped Ling Hao.

Yu Lingling's plump and full buttocks pressed tightly against him, and her long, strong legs subconsciously wrapped around his waist.

She rubbed against him with a bit of defiance, just wanting to see if he could still maintain that serious appearance, but she felt a large, warm hand naturally cover her rounded, perky buttocks. The scorching temperature from his palm made her entire body tremble.

But before this ambiguity could heat up, Yu Lingling's body suddenly stiffened. A voice carrying a lazy smile sounded from behind her.

"It seems I've arrived late; the Sect Master has already been claimed by Ling Ling."

Yu Lingling's heart skipped a beat, and she dared not turn around. In her current state, her back might be okay, but if Elder Nangong saw the front, under the vacuum of the nightgown... She was instantly in a dilemma, feeling so embarrassed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Nangong Mei approached with a swaying gait. Her dark hair was loosely tied into a low bun, with a sapphire tassel hairpin inserted at an angle, swaying gently with her steps.

She wore an improved white qipao with ochre-red trim, the cut being extremely bold. The neckline was deeply open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and proud cleavage. An ochre-red belt was tightly cinched at the indentation of her waist, pushing her chest to appear even fuller and more prominent.

The high slits on both sides of the qipao extended to her hips, and the fabric across her chest and abdomen was narrow and tight. The side view from her armpit, along her waist, down to her ankles was completely unobstructed; without even walking, one could see two fair, long, plump, and firm legs faintly visible under the moonlight.

On her feet were a pair of black patent leather pointed-toe high heels, making her figure even taller and more graceful.

Nangong Mei did not tease the embarrassed Yu Lingling. She walked to the stone stool where Yu Lingling had previously sat, her gaze pausing for a moment on the slightly damp mark on the stool. After a cleansing spell swept over it, she elegantly pressed the hem of her qipao under her buttocks before sitting down. Even so, the narrow qipao fabric could not completely cover her equally plump hip line, making her unable to help but slightly frown as she sat down.

"Red Robe thick soup, Elder Nangong, the one you like." Ling Hao acted as if nothing had happened and pushed over another cup of dark-colored tea.

"The Sect Master is truly considerate." Nangong Mei took the tea cup, her red lips curving slightly, her eyes brimming with charm.

"Sect Master, now that the affairs in the Southeast are concluded, when shall we set off to return to the Sect? Also, how should we soothe and arrange the subsequent matters for those Sects that were stationed near the main rift? Do you need my Hundred Flowers Peak to assist in handling some aftermath matters?" She asked with clear logic, as if the ambiguity she had just interrupted did not exist at all.

Yu Lingling, however, was restless and uncomfortable listening. She was forced to maintain this position, feeling the unevenness beneath her, as well as the warm, firm, and gentle grip of that large hand on her buttocks.

Time passed minute by minute, and Nangong Mei was still slowly "requesting instructions" on those issues that, in her opinion, did not need to be discussed at this time and place... She only felt her whole body burning, her breathing becoming slightly rapid, and her eyes gradually becoming hazy, almost melting into Ling Hao's embrace.

Nangong Mei put down the tea cup, her gaze seemingly unintentionally sweeping over Yu Lingling's slightly trembling, slender back, a knowing smile flashing in her eyes, and then she changed the subject.

"Sect Master, I would like to return to Fusang Prefecture in the near future."

Yu Lingling's hazy thoughts were pierced by these words. She subconsciously straightened up, turned her head to look at Nangong Mei, and exclaimed in shock, "What? Elder Nangong, you! Could it be you are going to find the Golden Crow Holy Land's..."

Before she could finish her words, her gaze fell on Nangong Mei, and Yu Lingling was instantly dumbfounded. She saw that this usually dignified and beautiful Elder had a bold outfit that was... no less than her own! Hmph, so Elder Nangong, you were also... coming with the same intentions!

Yu Lingling understood, feeling both shy and annoyed. Nangong Mei met Yu Lingling's gaze, looking at her "elaborate dressing" that was exactly the same as her own, and a knowing and mischievous expression appeared on her face. Their gazes met, and they were speechless for a moment.

Seeing the two in this scene, Ling Hao's lips curled into a playful arc. His gaze turned to a rockery beside the pavilion where moonlight and shadows were piled up, and he called out loudly, "Qiaoqiao, since you've come, why not reveal yourself?"

"Elder Baili?!" "Qiaoqiao?!" Yu Lingling and Nangong Mei were both startled, their gazes turning in unison toward the direction Ling Hao was looking.