When Qi Bei returned to the City Lord’s Mansion and passed through the long corridor, he saw Du Shou practicing diligently in the moonlight. Du Shou was a Junior warrior, and judging by the condensed degree of his battle qi, he was about to make a breakthrough.
At this moment, Qi Bei caught a glimpse of a petite figure who was secretly watching on the side. It was Du Shou’s sister, Du Ling. The little sister looked at her big brother with joy in her eyes.
Du Ling seemed to sense something and looked toward Qi Bei. Qi Bei thought she would give him a cold look as usual and then run away with her ponytail bouncing, but instead, she hesitated for a moment and walked toward him.
“Lord, I…I have a favor to ask,” Du Ling said.
“Hmm?” Qi Bei raised his eyebrows, indicating for her to speak.
“My brother has been working very hard. Can you allow him to join your army?” Du Ling plucked up the courage to ask. She knew very well what her brother was thinking. Every time he looked at the Black-Armored soldiers, his eyes were full of envy and longing.
Although Qi Bei was also quite satisfied with Du Shou’s performance, he didn’t immediately agree. Instead, he flicked his finger, and a burst of internal energy hit Du Shou’s sword back in the distance.
With a clang, Du Shou alertly looked over and, upon seeing Qi Bei, immediately showed an expression of respect and admiration.
“Du Shou, come here,” Qi Bei said.
Du Shou immediately ran over and respectfully asked, “What are your orders, Lord?”
“Have you gained any insights during this period of time?” Qi Bei asked.
Du Shou pondered for a moment and replied, “I used to think that all soldiers in the world were the same as us, just selling their lives to make a living, no different from others, just selling different things. But these days, I have been dealing with the Black-Armored soldiers every day, and I have realized how wrong I was. I have gained an unyielding spirit, a brotherhood that never abandons or gives up, and a firm trust that can entrust each other with our lives.”
At this point, Du Shou was already quite excited. He suddenly knelt down with a bang and said loudly, “Lord, I am eager to join them and become one of them. Please grant me this honor, Lord.”
Qi Bei smiled slightly. From what Du Shou said, he really understood, and it was not in vain that he gave him this opportunity in the first place.
“Very well, you can report to Iron Head tomorrow.” Qi Bei said and then left with big strides.
“Thank you, Lord, thank you…” Du Shou’s excited voice came from behind.
Qi Bei entered his own room, and pushed the door open, but couldn’t help but stare for a moment.
The magical lights in the room had changed to a soft pink, misty and swirling with an intoxicating glow.
The large brocade quilt was refreshed, in a warm tone of beige, with semi-transparent silk curtains hung up. The room was filled with a faint fragrance, and the atmosphere was very romantic.
Qi Bei’s heart skipped a beat, sensing something, and his body temperature began to rise.
Just then, there were light footsteps coming from the small bathroom connected to the bedroom. Huan Ying was wearing a silver-white bathrobe, her hair falling loosely around her waist, her pretty face blushing with a touch of pink, and her watery eyes filled with a hint of nervousness.
“Huan Ying, my little darling…” Qi Bei’s voice was a bit low, he naturally understood Huan Ying’s thoughts at this moment.
Every woman hopes that their first time is perfect, enough to be remembered for a lifetime.
Qi Bei felt a little guilty about his eagerness to possess her during the day. She didn’t refuse him because she didn’t want to do it, nor was it because she was afraid. In fact, she had long been prepared to give herself to him. She just wanted a perfect first time.
As Huan Ying approached Qi Bei, she gracefully lifted her snow-white delicate feet, causing the hem of her robe to flutter gently. This sight stirred Qi Bei’s passionate heart even further.
The already ambiguous atmosphere suddenly became heated, and even before they touched each other, desire was already brewing.
Qi Bei took Huan Ying’s small hand and she was already in his embrace with a soft cry.
“Young Master…” Huan Ying’s gaze was misty as she murmured.
Qi Bei held Huan Ying’s incredibly soft waist, whispering in her ear, “My beloved, will you dance with me?”
Dance? Huan Ying was a bit confused, but she was already too nervous and confused to say anything, and simply nodded in agreement.
Qi Bei held Huan Ying, and their footsteps began to move in sync.
Huan Ying buried her head in Qi Bei’s arms, her body gently swaying with his, her nervousness gradually faded away, and she felt her heart was about to melt in his embrace.
Suddenly, Huan Ying felt a hard and hot object pressing between her legs, and through the thin silk bathrobe, she could almost clearly perceive its shape.
Both of their breathing became heavy, and every movement of their bodies became extremely sensual.
Huan Ying’s delicate body was ground by the scorching hardness until she lost all her strength, hanging on Qi Bei’s body like a rag doll.
Finally, the two came to the edge of the bed, embraced each other and fell down.
Their clothes slipped off, and their skin touched…
Qi Bei’s eyes were tinged with a faint golden light due to the surging Yang energy. He looked at Huan Ying’s perfect body below, grasping her plump and smooth breasts with his hand, and his mouth sucked on the pink bud.
“Ah…” Huan Ying trembled all over, the electric shock-like sensation making her arch her body involuntarily, clenching tightly around his rigid member. Her intimate place was already a muddy mess.
Qi Bei covered her body, slowly and firmly entering her.
Huan Ying raised her head, her jade arms tightly wrapped around Qi Bei’s neck.
Red falls for the lord, flowers bloom for the lord….*
The extreme Yang energy within Qi Bei’s body was like a volcano, surging violently, but it gradually calmed down with the infusion of pure Yin energy. Then the harmonized extreme Yang energy transformed into powerful internal energy.
Feelings continued to surge upward, and the delicate moans, like the most beautiful sound in the world, echoed in the room.
A layer of hazy silver light shimmered on Huan Ying’s body. Her ears became furry cat ears, and her emerald-like eyes reflected a different light.
The silky bed curtains slowly fell, covering the scene of passion.
The night had just begun.
The next morning, Qi Bei opened his eyes only to find Huan Ying dressing up in front of the mirror quietly.
A beautiful woman dressing up also had a mesmerizing style.
Qi Bei sat up on the bed, smiling at Huan Ying. She wasn’t tired at all after their night of passion. Instead, she exuded a newlywed’s charming aura.
“You should get up now, young master. You’re the esteemed City Lord, the hero of the whole West Spirit City. How can you stay in bed?” Huan Ying playfully said as she pulled him up from the bed.
As they helped each other dress up with some playful and affectionate banter between them, it’s not something that can be described to outsiders.
(TL: * 红为君落，花为君开 “Red falls for the lord, flowers bloom for the lord.” This phrase is often used in Chinese poetry and literature to express devotion and loyalty to a ruler or leader.)
When Qi Bei returned to the City Lord’s Mansion and passed through the long corridor, he saw Du Shou practicing diligently in the moonlight. Du Shou was a Junior warrior, and judging by the condensed degree of his battle qi, he was about to make a breakthrough.
At this moment, Qi Bei caught a glimpse of a petite figure who was secretly watching on the side. It was Du Shou’s sister, Du Ling. The little sister looked at her big brother with joy in her eyes.
Du Ling seemed to sense something and looked toward Qi Bei. Qi Bei thought she would give him a cold look as usual and then run away with her ponytail bouncing, but instead, she hesitated for a moment and walked toward him.
“Lord, I…I have a favor to ask,” Du Ling said.
“Hmm?” Qi Bei raised his eyebrows, indicating for her to speak.
“My brother has been working very hard. Can you allow him to join your army?” Du Ling plucked up the courage to ask. She knew very well what her brother was thinking. Every time he looked at the Black-Armored soldiers, his eyes were full of envy and longing.
Although Qi Bei was also quite satisfied with Du Shou’s performance, he didn’t immediately agree. Instead, he flicked his finger, and a burst of internal energy hit Du Shou’s sword back in the distance.
With a clang, Du Shou alertly looked over and, upon seeing Qi Bei, immediately showed an expression of respect and admiration.
“Du Shou, come here,” Qi Bei said.
Du Shou immediately ran over and respectfully asked, “What are your orders, Lord?”
“Have you gained any insights during this period of time?” Qi Bei asked.
Du Shou pondered for a moment and replied, “I used to think that all soldiers in the world were the same as us, just selling their lives to make a living, no different from others, just selling different things. But these days, I have been dealing with the Black-Armored soldiers every day, and I have realized how wrong I was. I have gained an unyielding spirit, a brotherhood that never abandons or gives up, and a firm trust that can entrust each other with our lives.”
At this point, Du Shou was already quite excited. He suddenly knelt down with a bang and said loudly, “Lord, I am eager to join them and become one of them. Please grant me this honor, Lord.”
Qi Bei smiled slightly. From what Du Shou said, he really understood, and it was not in vain that he gave him this opportunity in the first place.
“Very well, you can report to Iron Head tomorrow.” Qi Bei said and then left with big strides.
“Thank you, Lord, thank you…” Du Shou’s excited voice came from behind.
Qi Bei entered his own room, and pushed the door open, but couldn’t help but stare for a moment.
The magical lights in the room had changed to a soft pink, misty and swirling with an intoxicating glow.
The large brocade quilt was refreshed, in a warm tone of beige, with semi-transparent silk curtains hung up. The room was filled with a faint fragrance, and the atmosphere was very romantic.
Qi Bei’s heart skipped a beat, sensing something, and his body temperature began to rise.
Just then, there were light footsteps coming from the small bathroom connected to the bedroom. Huan Ying was wearing a silver-white bathrobe, her hair falling loosely around her waist, her pretty face blushing with a touch of pink, and her watery eyes filled with a hint of nervousness.
“Huan Ying, my little darling…” Qi Bei’s voice was a bit low, he naturally understood Huan Ying’s thoughts at this moment.
Every woman hopes that their first time is perfect, enough to be remembered for a lifetime.
Qi Bei felt a little guilty about his eagerness to possess her during the day. She didn’t refuse him because she didn’t want to do it, nor was it because she was afraid. In fact, she had long been prepared to give herself to him. She just wanted a perfect first time.
As Huan Ying approached Qi Bei, she gracefully lifted her snow-white delicate feet, causing the hem of her robe to flutter gently. This sight stirred Qi Bei’s passionate heart even further.
The already ambiguous atmosphere suddenly became heated, and even before they touched each other, desire was already brewing.
Qi Bei took Huan Ying’s small hand and she was already in his embrace with a soft cry.
“Young Master…” Huan Ying’s gaze was misty as she murmured.
Qi Bei held Huan Ying’s incredibly soft waist, whispering in her ear, “My beloved, will you dance with me?”
Dance? Huan Ying was a bit confused, but she was already too nervous and confused to say anything, and simply nodded in agreement.
Qi Bei held Huan Ying, and their footsteps began to move in sync.
Huan Ying buried her head in Qi Bei’s arms, her body gently swaying with his, her nervousness gradually faded away, and she felt her heart was about to melt in his embrace.
Suddenly, Huan Ying felt a hard and hot object pressing between her legs, and through the thin silk bathrobe, she could almost clearly perceive its shape.
Both of their breathing became heavy, and every movement of their bodies became extremely sensual.
Huan Ying’s delicate body was ground by the scorching hardness until she lost all her strength, hanging on Qi Bei’s body like a rag doll.
Finally, the two came to the edge of the bed, embraced each other and fell down.
Their clothes slipped off, and their skin touched…
Qi Bei’s eyes were tinged with a faint golden light due to the surging Yang energy. He looked at Huan Ying’s perfect body below, grasping her plump and smooth breasts with his hand, and his mouth sucked on the pink bud.
“Ah…” Huan Ying trembled all over, the electric shock-like sensation making her arch her body involuntarily, clenching tightly around his rigid member. Her intimate place was already a muddy mess.
Qi Bei covered her body, slowly and firmly entering her.
Huan Ying raised her head, her jade arms tightly wrapped around Qi Bei’s neck.
Red falls for the lord, flowers bloom for the lord….*
The extreme Yang energy within Qi Bei’s body was like a volcano, surging violently, but it gradually calmed down with the infusion of pure Yin energy. Then the harmonized extreme Yang energy transformed into powerful internal energy.
Feelings continued to surge upward, and the delicate moans, like the most beautiful sound in the world, echoed in the room.
A layer of hazy silver light shimmered on Huan Ying’s body. Her ears became furry cat ears, and her emerald-like eyes reflected a different light.
The silky bed curtains slowly fell, covering the scene of passion.
The night had just begun.
The next morning, Qi Bei opened his eyes only to find Huan Ying dressing up in front of the mirror quietly.
A beautiful woman dressing up also had a mesmerizing style.
Qi Bei sat up on the bed, smiling at Huan Ying. She wasn’t tired at all after their night of passion. Instead, she exuded a newlywed’s charming aura.
“You should get up now, young master. You’re the esteemed City Lord, the hero of the whole West Spirit City. How can you stay in bed?” Huan Ying playfully said as she pulled him up from the bed.
As they helped each other dress up with some playful and affectionate banter between them, it’s not something that can be described to outsiders.
(TL: * 红为君落，花为君开 “Red falls for the lord, flowers bloom for the lord.” This phrase is often used in Chinese poetry and literature to express devotion and loyalty to a ruler or leader.)
