Chapter 720 - 802 Role-Playing
"Forty-six months and three days."
Upon hearing Nangong Yue’s words, Chen Mo was slightly taken aback.
Meanwhile, Nangong Yue’s face turned as red as blood, and she lowered her head anxiously.
Chen Mo was somewhat touched. To be able to count the days of affection with such precision, it was evident how much Nangong Yue liked him.
His heart was moved. He lifted Nangong Yue’s chin and kissed her again.
This kiss was filled with deep emotion.
Nangong Yue, who had regained a bit of her strength, gradually went weak again, wrapping her arms around Chen Mo’s back, responding fervently and pouring her feelings into him.
Chen Mo’s hands and feet were restless, especially as Zhao Fujin had earlier stirred his desires, which hadn’t completely subsided. Nangong Yue reignited the fire, causing his breath to become slightly rapid.
His hands were originally wrapped around Nangong Yue’s back, then gradually moved down...
At that moment, Nangong Yue’s eyes widened, instinctively trying to remove the hand from her backside.
But she didn’t have the strength to match Chen Mo’s. She tried to remove it gently, but when she couldn’t, she let Chen Mo have his way.
However, Chen Mo’s excessive actions didn’t stop there.
He even tried to occupy Nangong Yue’s high ground recklessly.
Nangong Yue’s defenses were weak, her lines of defense completely collapsed, and in less than three minutes, her high ground was entirely occupied by Chen Mo.
At that moment.
Her cheeks, along with her ears and neck, turned red and heated up.
Her body was numb, as if electric currents ran through her entire being, and her mind felt emptied, her breathing intermittent, feeling suffocated.
Meanwhile, inside the attic, Nangong Xue, who had just managed to stand up, suddenly went weak again and collapsed onto the ground.
Her face was flushed, her eyes like water, her teeth tightly biting her thin lips, wishing she could bite both Chen Mo and Nangong Yue to death.
They were carefree indeed.
But she was the one suffering.
That numbing sensation was something Nangong Xue couldn’t resist, as if her soul had blended with another.
...
Chen Mo let Nangong Yue go. Just when he was about to devour her by the Celestial Pool, Nangong Yue suddenly regained her senses, stopped him, and told him something that made him itchy with anticipation.
She asked him to join the Daoist Alliance.
Then, Nangong Yue would give herself to him.
Chen Mo didn’t expect there to be such a special connection between Nangong Xue and Nangong Yue.
...
"Ding, ding dong..."
Humming a little tune, Nangong Yue returned to her room and immediately felt a cold gaze sweep over her, causing her little tune to come to an abrupt halt.
Nangong Yue turned her head and saw Nangong Xue standing by the window with her arms crossed, looking at her coldly.
"Sis," Nangong Yue quickly lowered her head, feeling a bit guilty.
"Do you remember what you promised me just now?" Although Nangong Xue’s expression was cold, the flush on her face still revealed some things.
"I... I don’t think I violated your promise, sis."
She had promised Nangong Xue not to humiliate herself by giving her body away, only confessing, which didn’t count as violating Nangong Xue’s promise.
"How is this any different from violating it?" Thankfully no one was around. If anyone had seen the scene, Nangong Xue would have died of shame.
She actually lost control...
"There is a difference," Nangong Yue lightly bit her thin lip and then changed the subject: "Sis, you took a bath."
She saw that Nangong Xue’s hair was wet.
Nangong Yue’s remark only made Nangong Xue angrier; she had to bathe after being in such a state.
"Come here!" Nangong Xue, furious, intended to teach Nangong Yue a lesson.
Realizing her sister was about to hit her, Nangong Yue said, "Sis, if you hit me, you’ll hurt yourself too."
Nangong Xue: "..."
"From today on, until he becomes a Daoist Alliance disciple, you’ll stay in your room for closed-door cultivation. Without my permission, you’re not allowed to go out." Nangong Xue intended to confine Nangong Yue, saying immediately after, "If he never becomes a Daoist Alliance disciple, you’ll stay in the room and not go out."
Unable to punish Nangong Yue, Nangong Xue could only impose restrictions through actions, to prevent such embarrassing incidents from happening again.
"Ah?" Nangong Yue’s face turned pale; she had just confirmed her relationship with Chen Mo earlier in the evening, eager for a sweet future. If her sister locked her in the room, how could she continue her secret meetings with Chen Mo?
"Sis..." Nangong Yue wailed, hoping for some leniency.
But Nangong Xue, with a firm expression, said, "It’s just right to give you some time for closed-door cultivation, so you can quickly catch up to him and not fall behind too much."
Seeing her sister’s firm expression, Nangong Yue had no choice but to give up.
...
Zhao Qianyi and Jiang Ruoqing had it rough; the desire stirred in Chen Mo by Zhao Fujin and Nangong Yue was entirely unleashed upon the two women.
Uncertain how much time had passed, but both women’s cheeks were flushed as they lay in Chen Mo’s arms, glistening with sweat on their foreheads.
Suddenly, Zhao Qianyi opened her mouth and bit Chen Mo’s shoulder, clenching her fist and pounding on his chest: "You scoundrel, you’re too insufferable."
"What happened?" Chen Mo, caught in the moment of being a wise man, didn’t immediately understand Zhao Qianyi’s sudden outburst; everything seemed fine just before.
"What happened? You tell me what happened?" Zhao Qianyi glared at Chen Mo.
During that time, Chen Mo suddenly called her "Auntie, dear Auntie."
He even asked her to call him her niece’s husband.
At the time, as she was being overwhelmed and her consciousness was fuzzy, she unwittingly agreed.
Now recalling the incident, Zhao Qianyi felt excessively embarrassed, becoming more and more agitated, ultimately unable to contain herself from hitting Chen Mo.
Chen Mo, recalling what Zhao Qianyi was mentioning and recognizing his fault, allowed her to hit him.
As she continued, Chen Mo grabbed Zhao Qianyi’s wrist and whispered something in her ear.
Zhao Qianyi froze, glanced at Jiang Ruoqing, who was trying to stifle laughter, hesitated a moment, then flipped off Chen Mo and leaped forward, grabbing Jiang Ruoqing’s hands: "Come on."
Jiang Ruoqing was stunned, immediately began to struggle, "Princess, what are you doing?"
"Master." Chen Mo suddenly leaned over and kissed Jiang Ruoqing on the cheek.
Jiang Ruoqing froze momentarily, her face blushing down to her neck and ears, then shouted with wide almond eyes: "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Jiang Ruoqing spoke through gritted teeth.
"It’s not nonsense. Yaoyao calls you Master, so I call you Master as well, there’s no problem," Chen Mo replied.
Jiang Ruoqing almost fainted, raised her hand, and slapped Chen Mo’s shoulder: "You’re insane, what Master, making it seem as if I stole Yaoyao’s man..."
"Isn’t that the case? Plus, the role-playing was memorable."
Jiang Ruoqing retorted angrily: "Then when you and Yaoyao did it, why didn’t you have her role-play?"
"It’s not like she hasn’t; Yaoyao has also called me Brother-in-law..."