532: Chapter 532 She knew he liked it this way

The cool breeze of the water pavilion passed through the pillars, crushing the faint fragrance of peach blossoms into the afternoon light and dust.

Ling Hao and Yu Zhaohua sat on a bamboo mat by the water, separated only by a low table, upon which rested a pot of freshly brewed spiritual tea and two plates containing peach blossom pastries and pine nut candies.

Ling Hao handed a cup of freshly brewed tea to her side. Yu Zhaohua took it, her pale white fingers resting on the rim of the cup, and lowered her head to take a sip.

Then she handed the teacup back to Ling Hao, her ice-blue eyes gazing at him calmly.

Ling Hao took the cup and drank from the spot where her lips had touched. The tea was slightly cool, carrying a hint of the sweetness lingering from her lips.

He poured another cup and handed it over; Yu Zhaohua took it, drank it, and then returned the empty cup.

The two of them went back and forth like this, the teacup passing between their hands three or four times. Neither spoke, yet the tea never went cold.

Ling Hao reached out and picked up a piece of peach pastry from the plate on the table, bringing it to her lips. Yu Zhaohua lowered her head slightly and took a small bite from his hand. Crumbs clung to the corner of her lips, which Ling Hao gently wiped away with his fingertip.

She then pushed the remaining half back toward Ling Hao's mouth. Ling Hao opened his mouth to bite it, and licked her finger.

Yue Xinlan sat on a bamboo chair not far away under the corridor, watching expressionlessly from beginning to end.

From start to finish, she felt like an invisible person, nakedly ignored!

These two were so lovey-dovey they had lost all sense of the world around them!

Then she saw something even more excessive.

Ling Hao took a sip of tea, leaned over to kiss Yu Zhaohua's lips, and passed the tea from his mouth to hers.

Yu Zhaohua tilted her head back slightly, her throat rolling gently as she accepted it with exceptional naturalness. When the mouthful was finished, Yue Xinlan even saw a glimmer of moisture hanging from the corner of her lips. Her ice-blue eyes were as calm as water, as if she didn't find anything improper about this.

She actually returned a mouthful!

Yue Xinlan stood up abruptly, the hem of her layered dark brown skirt sweeping across the edge of the bamboo chair.

She cursed "shameless" in her heart, tightened her little face, and walked away through the corridor without looking back, her pace so fast it was as if a dog were chasing her.

Ling Hao noticed the small figure disappear at the end of the corridor, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. He lowered his head to look at Yu Zhaohua in his arms and chuckled.

Yu Zhaohua raised her eyes to look at him, a hint of confusion in them, as if she didn't understand why he was laughing.

Ling Hao smacked his lips. The tea that had just been passed over was icy cold and carried a crisp floral fragrance, as if he were holding a peach blossom petal soaked in snow water.

He lowered his head and pecked at Yu Zhaohua's lips again, savoring the aftertaste.

Hmm, her mouth was cold, but it was a coldness that made one want to taste more.

The wind outside the water pavilion blew through the corridor, causing the wisteria under the eaves to sway gently.

Ling Hao took the opportunity to take Yu Zhaohua's hand and led her to the cluster of blooming pink and white peach blossoms by the water pavilion.

The flower branches hung from the eaves, the petals catching the midday sun and shimmering with a translucent luster. Ling Hao broke off a half-bloomed branch, brushed the dew off the leaves, and tucked it into her silver-white hair.

Yu Zhaohua did not dodge; she tilted her head slightly to let the flower branch settle better into her hair bun.

Passing through the path deep in the Peach Forest, the two walked all the way to the side of the pool.

The pool water was as clear as a mirror, with red clouds seeping out from the crevices at the bottom of the pool, dyeing the entire pool a pale amber color.

Ling Hao stood still by the bluestone at the edge of the pool and turned to look at Yu Zhaohua.

It was almost dusk, and the sunlight fell on her through the gaps in the peach branches. Her pure, snow-white cloud-patterned wide-sleeved robe was pressed against her figure by the breeze, outlining her voluptuous, mature physique clearly.

The full, ample curves of her chest stretched the lapels, her waist was extremely narrow, and the line of her hips was rounded and full beneath the robe.

Her long silver-white hair fell to her waist, and her ice-blue eyes gazed at the water. That face was cold and stunningly beautiful, like a jade carving covered in a thin layer of frost. Beautiful, yes, but so cold that no one dared to approach... as if!

A peach blossom petal landed on her shoulder. Ling Hao raised his hand to brush it away, and another one landed in her hair.

He gazed at the scene before him, suddenly remembered something, and said:

"You are already very good like this, but if you could smile, you would look even better."

Yu Zhaohua turned her head to look at him, still wearing that expressionless face.

Ling Hao was already used to it. He casually made a few strokes in the Void Realm, and a silencing Formation fell silently, enclosing several yards around them.

Ling Hao turned back and looked into her eyes:

"It has been four or five years; have you experienced that feeling of love or a heartbeat?"

Yu Zhaohua looked at him and shook her head.

Ling Hao was silent for a moment, then gently gathered Yu Zhaohua into his arms from behind. His arms wrapped around her waist and abdomen, pressing her voluptuous, mature body against his own, and then his hands moved slowly upward with practiced ease, covering the ample, full curves of her chest through the layer of her pure cloud-patterned robe.

The warmth of his palms seeped through the fabric into her skin, and he could feel the voluptuous contours hanging heavily in his palms, carrying a cool, gentle softness.

Yu Zhaohua was held by him from behind, her long silver-white hair brushing against his cheek, and the peach blossom branch in her hair pressing against his chin, yet she just leaned quietly in his arms.

Ling Hao lowered his head, his lips against her earlobe, his warm breath brushing past her ear:

"How about this?"

Yu Zhaohua turned her head slightly, her ice-blue eyes still calm and ripple-free.

Ling Hao's hand moved downward, arriving at its destination very smoothly.

Looking at Yu Zhaohua's expression again, he deliberately expanded his Divine Sense to the limit, capturing every subtle change on her face.

Unfortunately...

A trace of indescribable disappointment rose in Ling Hao's heart.

During the three years in the Moonshadow Sect, there were constant intimate interactions between them—he gave her a mysterious hairpin, they boated on Jinxi Pond, he fed her Ice Crystal Jade Marrow Fruit, and she took the initiative to stand on tiptoe to kiss him; thereafter, kissing and caressing became as common as daily meals.

Added to the two years they were separated, and after their reunion, she took the initiative to pour tea for him. Ling Hao had assumed she had developed feelings, only held back by her personality and too shy to say it out loud.

"Why did you take the initiative to pour tea for me?" Ling Hao asked.

Yu Zhaohua leaned quietly against him:

"I heard it from Rou'er. She said doing this would make you happy. And I see Ling Shuang doing this often too."

Ling Hao nodded.

It was just hearsay, combined with an instinct for imitation. She was simply learning the behavior of "how to make him happy," just like learning a new Cultivation Technique.

Ling Hao was silent for a moment, but Yu Zhaohua frowned slightly. By her standards, this was already an extremely obvious emotion.

"What, do you not like me doing this?"

Ling Hao shook his head, looking serious:

"No, I like it very much. I like the way you are as cold as frost, I like you taking the initiative to kiss me and hug me, I like you sitting by the window at night waiting for me to return, I like the way that silver-white strand of hair falls on your eyelashes when you speak, I like you pouring tea for me, and I also like your oh-ho oh-ho..."

Yu Zhaohua tilted her head: "What is oh-ho oh-ho?"

Having spoken too fast, Ling Hao coughed lightly:

"It's just... a very comfortable feeling."

"Then what do I need to do..."

"Ahem, you can't do it for now."

"Oh."

Ling Hao scratched his head, feeling somewhat annoyed. How exactly should he awaken this person's emotions?

Could it be that he had to go with a body that had no reaction? This was like a puppet—

A puppet!

Ling Hao's brain suddenly flashed with the face of Saintess Yan Xueyuan.

Wasn't that the best example of affection growing over time?

Before, the favorability between him and Saintess Yan Xueyuan was even negative! In the end, wasn't it just hugging, caressing, and kissing, progressing layer by layer until he cleared the level?!

Then let's use brute force to create a miracle!

If he couldn't improve loyalty from the outside, then he would improve it little by little from the inside, until it reached one hundred percent,

And then Heaven-Defying to change fate, and he should be able to break this Dao seed!

Ling Hao's lips pressed against Yu Zhaohua's earlobe:

"I said before that your Dao seed isolates emotions, but the body is real. This Dao seed does not block the Physical Body's instincts, only the perception of the Divine Sense. In other words, your body will have reactions, but your Divine Sense cannot feel those reactions."

"Perhaps the kissing and caressing we did before weren't enough."

Yu Zhaohua listened quietly.

Ling Hao continued:

"Then let us use Dual Cultivation to awaken your Physical Body's instincts. Let the body come alive first, and then drive the loosening of the Dao seed. If possible, once a day, until you achieve a Breakthrough."

"Of course, if you are not willing, we can also keep it as it is now and explore slowly."

Yu Zhaohua looked up directly:

"I am willing. My body has only been touched by you, a man. And you said that you would not let me go. Ling Shuang, Linglong, and Ling Ling are all with you, and me being with you is also the optimal solution."

Ling Hao reached out and took her hand. The moment their fingers interlaced, Ling Hao kissed her lips directly.

Yu Zhaohua could feel the temperature; it was warm.

But she only "knew" it was warm; she did not "feel" the warmth. Whether it was affection or desire, everything was isolated behind an invisible barrier.

She only knew that at this moment, she should close her eyes, tilt her head slightly, and let her lips part slightly.

Because she knew he liked it like this...

And this kiss lasted until...