52: Chapter 52 The Overbearing Master Falls in Love with Me

A guest room in Fuqu Courtyard.

Ling Hao raised his hand and pushed open the slightly ajar door. A sweet, fragrant scent of Chinese vetch mixed with the warm aroma of a young girl rushed out to meet him.

"Xiao He?"

Ling Hao called out softly, his gaze sweeping across the dimly lit room.

The next second, his breath hitched.

He saw that Chi Wanhe was not Cultivating on her meditation cushion as usual, but was standing quietly in the moonlight by the window.

She was wearing only a thin, cicada-wing-like gauze nightgown. The gauze was nearly transparent, softly outlining the exquisite and graceful curves of the young girl.

Her slender waist could be encircled by a mere grip, and below it were the suddenly full, astonishingly curved lines of her hips.

A pair of mist-thin, pure white thigh-high stockings perfectly clung to her slender calves, hazily revealing the luster of the delicate skin beneath.

The top of the stockings tightened around her thighs, creating a subtle indentation that made her legs appear perfectly proportioned, as if meticulously carved from the finest mutton-fat white jade.

Ling Hao's gaze followed the alluring lines of the stockings upward, finally resting on Chi Wanhe's face.

Her eyes, usually lively and spirited, were now glistening with moisture, stained with a crimson flush that intertwined shyness and determination. Her pearly teeth bit gently into her lower lip, and the two blushes on her cheeks looked ready to drip with charm under the moonlight.

A few strands of her scattered dark hair were dampened by a light sweat, clinging to the side of her snowy neck, adding an extra touch of temptation.

"Revered Master..."

Chi Wanhe's voice carried a slight tremor, yet it was exceptionally clear as she walked toward Ling Hao step by step.

Her jade feet, wrapped in stockings, stepped onto the cool floor silently, yet every step felt like it was treading on Ling Hao's taut heartstrings.

The rich scent of Chinese vetch became even more intoxicating as she drew near.

Ling Hao's Adam's apple bobbed; he felt dry-mouthed and tongue-tied, his heart racing uncontrollably.

The visual impact of the scene before him was too great, leaving him frozen in place for a moment.

Ling Hao had his suspicions, but he had never expected his eldest disciple to be so... playful.

Chi Wanhe walked up to Ling Hao, so close that they could almost feel each other's warm breath.

Gathering her courage, she reached out with her soft little hand and gently stroked Ling Hao's chest, feeling the Revered Master's strong, powerful heartbeat thumping against her palm through the thin fabric.

"I don't want to call the Second Junior Sister and Third Junior Sister... Mistress!"

She raised her glistening eyes, looking at him with stubborn intensity, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance and a strong sense of possessiveness.

"Revered Master... is mine!"

Before the words had even faded, she suddenly stood on her tiptoes, her small jade feet wrapped in white silk arching into a graceful curve.

She hooked her hands tightly around Ling Hao's neck, and with a reckless surge of determination, she fiercely pressed her cherry lips onto his!

"Mmph!"

Ling Hao was caught off guard, and the warm, soft, moist sensation carrying the sweet scent of Chinese vetch bloomed on his lips.

He instinctively reached out to steady her, but his palm landed right on her slender waist, separated only by a layer of thin gauze.

The silky smoothness and warmth transmitted through the gauze made Ling Hao's mind reel once more.

Chi Wanhe was clearly inexperienced; her kiss was both green and eager, like a little beast clumsily gnawing without any method.

Yet, this raw passion ignited the feelings Ling Hao had been suppressing for a long time. He gave a low grunt and almost instantly took the initiative.

Ling Hao wrapped one hand tightly around her waist, pressing her deeper toward himself, while his other hand instinctively caressed her back.

Their breaths intertwined, their lips and teeth clung together, and the air was filled only with blush-inducing sucking sounds and chaotic gasps.

Chi Wanhe's body gradually softened in Ling Hao's embrace, like a pool of spring water, with only her arms, which were hooked around his neck, clinging tightly.

Ling Hao took another step forward, forcing Chi Wanhe to retreat until her back pressed against the edge of the cold wooden table.

The slight impact caused a book on the table to slide off.

"Clatter."

A crudely bound booklet slid off the table and landed on the floor at their feet. On the cover were the large, flamboyant characters: 《The Overbearing Revered Master Falls in Love with Me》!

The book was open to a page with the title: "Chapter 52: Gauze and White Silk Bewitch the Mind, A Sweet Kiss Seals the Vow and Breaks the Revered Master's Restraint!"

Ling Hao's gaze swept over the familiar book title, and then, connecting it to Chi Wanhe's behavior tonight—so completely different from her usual style, yet so precisely designed to pluck at his heartstrings... everything became clear in an instant!

Only a Transmigration traveler would know this book title.

Ling Hao could never have imagined that his fellow countryman, his usually gentle and refined Second Junior Sister, the beauty who played the flute under the moon that night, would actually... actually write such a book?!

This girl... she actually used him as source material for her book?! And incited Wanhe?!

However, did this count as a roundabout benefit for himself?

Following his gaze, Chi Wanhe saw the book on the floor, and her already crimson face turned beet red instantly; she was so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground!

She had been too nervous just now and had forgotten to put away this "Secret Manual"!

"No... that's not it, Revered Master! I... I am sincere! It's not because of the book!"

She explained hurriedly, her voice tinged with tears, her little hands scrambling to pick up the book on the floor to destroy the evidence.

Just as she bent over, the collar of her already thin and nearly transparent gauze garment swung wide open due to her movement!

The moonlight, like water, poured in without obstruction, clearly outlining the beautiful scenery before Ling Hao's eyes.

The moon bathed the snowy peaks where red plums trembled, while the jade ravine gathered spring in a single line of heaven.

This intense visual impact, mixed with the stimulation brought by that damn booklet on the floor, instantly ignited the last shred of Ling Hao's restraint!

"Ah!"

Chi Wanhe had just picked up the book when she was suddenly yanked back by Ling Hao!

The world spun! Chi Wanhe only felt an irresistible force strike her, and amidst her cry of alarm, she was scooped up by the waist by Ling Hao, who took a few steps back before pressing her heavily down onto the soft bed!

His tall body, carrying scorching heat and aggression, completely enveloped her beneath him.

Her scattered dark hair spread across the pillow, and her gauze nightgown was even more disheveled from the struggle. Of her jade feet wrapped in white silk stockings, one was barely hanging off the side of the bed, while the other was pinned down by Ling Hao's leg. The posture was ambiguous to the extreme.

Ling Hao hovered above her, his scorching gaze sweeping over her pink-flushed snowy neck and the exquisite fullness wrapped in the thin silk fabric, finally settling on her glistening eyes, which were filled with panic yet held a hint of expectation.

The rich scent of Chinese vetch thoroughly blended with his breath.

Ling Hao's hand, carrying a scorching temperature, slowly stroked her calf wrapped in the silk stocking, feeling the incredible smoothness and elasticity, all the way up...

Chi Wanhe's body gave a sudden jolt; she closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling violently, her red lips slightly parted, spilling out a broken moan.

Her little hands nervously clutched the bedding beneath her, but she made no move to push him away.

"Xiao He..."

Ling Hao's deep, hoarse voice rang out, carrying desire repressed to the extreme.

"Are you sure... you want to learn from that book?"

Chi Wanhe opened her eyes, her gaze shimmering with moisture. The shyness faded, leaving only the courage of one betting everything and a heart full of love.

She nodded vigorously, her voice small but exceptionally clear:

"Revered Master... I want you... don't give it to anyone else..."

She reached out with a trembling hand, taking the initiative to hook around Ling Hao's neck, and imitating the way in the book, she clumsily tilted her head to seek his lips.

At the same time, her other little hand boldly yet awkwardly reached toward the jade belt at his waist, her fingertips fumbling with the complicated knot...

Ling Hao gave a low gasp,

"Then this Revered Master will let you know right now what it means for an Overbearing Revered Master to—fall in love with you!"