(T/N: This chapter may contain explicit scenes; reader discretion advised)
He liked eating because of habits from his past life, but while Senior Sister loved to cook, it was really just because she loved to eat.
It might also be because they were too poor, so she had to cook for herself.
Ning Xian's gaze finally couldn't help but drift over, seeing the fallen sliced raw fish, her small nose twitched slightly as if she were a bit heartbroken over the wasted food.
Fang Xuan took the opportunity to pour another cup of wine and handed it to her, his tone gentle and coaxing, "Senior Sister, why not take a sip? This wine is truly excellent and full of spiritual energy. It might even be of some slight help to your cultivation."
Ning Xian finally turned her head with feigned reluctance, glanced at him, then at the fragrant liquid in the cup, and hesitantly reached out her hand.
The wine entered her mouth, mellow and crisp, turning into a gentle warm current that slid into her stomach; it was indeed extraordinary.
Her eyes lit up slightly, but she pretended to be indifferent as she set down the cup, "It is acceptable."
However, her pace of eating notably quickened after that, and she would occasionally reach out her chopsticks to grab dishes further away.
When her wine cup was empty, her eyes would unconsciously drift toward the wine jar.
Fang Xuan simply sat there, chin resting on his hand, watching her quietly.
He didn't point it out, merely refilling her wine from time to time, peeling shrimp shells, and removing fish bones for her.
Halfway through the meal, Fang Xuan picked up Xiao Hei, who had been curled up at his feet, and placed it on the table, teasing it with a piece of green vegetable leaf.
Xiao Hei wiggled closer and poked the leaf, but seemed to have little interest in it.
Then it looked toward Fang Xuan's wine cup, wiggling over and curiously taking a sip.
Its dark body seemed to shudder, and then... the whole lump went limp.
A slight drunken pink hue appeared on its surface as it passed out drunk.
"Ha," Fang Xuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Ning Xian also looked at the collapsed, snoring Xiao Hei, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve upward.
But she quickly pursed her lips again, maintaining her cold exterior, though her eyes had softened considerably.
...
After a while.
Ning Xian held the wine cup, taking small sips.
Her gaze remained fixed out the window, refusing to acknowledge him, still appearing quite upset.
"Why haven't you gone back... to double your cultivation? Are you deceiving Senior Sister again..."
Fang Xuan could only play dumb, "Ahem, Senior Sister, it really is still early."
It wasn't that he was unwilling, but he was now in the Transformation Realm, and his physique was far too strong.
Due to various law-based abilities and her constant state of injury, Senior Sister's body was even more delicate than an average Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
Yesterday... she had lost consciousness several times.
He was truly worried her body wouldn't be able to handle it.
Ning Xian interrupted him, leaning forward slightly across the small tea table, her breath nearly brushing against his face.
Her small face was tense as she tried her best to look fierce.
"I think you're just afraid. Afraid that you'll lose your dignity against a delicate sister like me."
Fang Xuan: "..."
Senior Sister, this reverse psychology of yours... isn't it a bit too direct?
"Today, I insist on proving it to you."
Ning Xian's voice grew lower, carrying a hint of a tremor.
"Right here... with you... I will join with you. Let's see if you ever dare to underestimate your Senior Sister again... I will make you die... of..."
She seemed unable to think of a harsher word, pausing for a moment before squeezing out, "...die of embarrassment!"
Fang Xuan simply continued to look at her with a smile.
Die of embarrassment... he might die of pleasure before he died of embarrassment.
And... Senior Sister, is your taste getting more and more daring?
Seeing him just staring at her without speaking, his gaze deep, Ning Xian felt even more flustered.
But the blackened little Ning Xian had completely taken the upper hand, trampling the 'cold' and 'pleasure-seeking' personas underfoot, shouting wildly.
Yes! Just like this, use the excuse of punishing her Junior Brother!
Pin him by the window and do it! Since the stealth talisman is active, no one can see anyway, hurry!
...
Ning Xian pushed him toward the window facing the street; the window was half-open, and the noise of the street below drifted in faintly.
Her hands pressed against his chest as she tilted her small face up, trying to maintain her momentum, "Now... now you know to be afraid, don't you? I... I'm going to do it right here..."
Before she could finish, Fang Xuan had already leaned down and kissed her, stifling the rest of her words.
"Mmh..."
Ning Xian's composure instantly shattered, and her body went soft.
While kissing her, Fang Xuan casually applied several simple soundproofing restrictions and layered two high-level stealth talismans that Ning Xian had taught him.
He ensured that from the outside, the place appeared empty, and neither sound nor presence would leak out.
The kiss gradually deepened, and Fang Xuan's hands began to move restlessly.
In her blurred consciousness, Ning Xian felt her back press against the window frame, while her front was met by his burning chest.
The faint sounds of people below only added a sense of hidden excitement.
She was both nervous and exhilarated, her body trembling slightly.
"Junior... Junior Brother..." she gasped, her voice intermittent, "Don't... not here, let's just go... go back..."
"Wasn't it Senior Sister who said she wanted to do it here? What's wrong... are you afraid?"
...
Fang Xuan took her physical condition and the environment into account, his movements more gentle and restrained than usual.
But this gentleness, given Ning Xian's sensitive body and state of mind, became a different kind of extreme torment.
She felt like a small boat in a storm, pushed by gentle yet irresistible waves, rising and falling.
Her reason pulled repeatedly at the boundaries of shame until it finally snapped completely.
After an unknown amount of time, just as Ning Xian's consciousness was drifting and she was about to reach the peak—
"Knock, knock, knock."
The door to the private room was knocked.
A woman's voice rang out from outside, "Guest, the rock sugar snow pear soup you ordered earlier is finished. Shall I bring it in now?"
...
Fang Xuan also stopped, his breathing somewhat uneven.
He looked at his Senior Sister in his arms, who was trembling uncontrollably with a dazed and unfocused gaze, then looked toward the door.
Ning Xian lifted her tear-blurred eyes, using her last shred of clarity, her voice so broken it was barely audible, pleading with a sob:
"Don't... don't open the door... please..."
"Is Senior Sister begging me?"
"I... I beg you..."
Ning Xian buried her burning face in his chest, her voice as faint as a thread, "Don't... don't open the door... ugh..."
...
At this point, the person outside seemed to notice the lack of response and raised her voice, "Guest? The rock sugar snow pear soup is going to get cold. I'm coming in?"
As she spoke, the door handle seemed to turn.
Ning Xian's body suddenly tensed to the absolute limit.
Fang Xuan's gaze darkened as he whispered something in her ear.
...
With a "creak," the door was gently pushed open.
A young waitress carrying a food box peeked her head in with a smile, "Guest, your... eh?"
She froze for a moment.
The private room was empty, the window was half-open, and a light breeze stirred the window curtains.
How could there be no one here?
"Strange... I clearly heard movement inside just now... Could they have already left?"
The waitress scratched her head in confusion, walked in, and placed the food box on the table.
Her gaze inadvertently swept across the floor.
Huh?
On the wooden floorboards near the window, there seemed to be... a small patch of undried water?
Maybe the apprentice who cleaned earlier accidentally spilled some water?
She didn't think much of it, set down the stew, and then closed the door and left.
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