Shrouding the Heavens: Starting with a divine furnace, persuade Yi Qingwu

Chapter 16 No Peeking! Otherwise, you can forget about tonight... [Please Read On]

Ye Feng felt incredibly pleased with her seemingly contradictory behavior and lowered his head to kiss her again.

"Stop fooling around—"

Yi Qingwu reached out and covered his mouth, her face flushed red.

"It's morning, I need to go and pay my respects to my master."

Her palm was pressed against his lips, and she could feel the upward curve of the corners of his mouth.

Ye Feng grabbed her hand, kissed the back of it, and then reluctantly let go.

Yi Qingwu thought he was going to pester her again, and she was prepared to "get really angry if he makes a fuss again".

But Ye Feng did not.

He released her hand, took a step back, and gave her room to get up.

Yi Qingwu was somewhat surprised. She lay there staring blankly at him, her eyes filled with the question, "Why did you suddenly change your personality?"

You know, this bastard's possessiveness is terrifying. Last night and this morning, he wanted to meld her into his very bones. Now he's letting her go so easily?

"Don't look at me like that."

Ye Feng smiled and reached out to brush the tip of her nose.

"I know what to do in each situation. Besides, we have plenty of time, why make you look foolish in front of our master?"

Yi Qingwu was taken aback for a moment.

She never expected that this seemingly carefree jerk, whose mind was always filled with those kinds of things, would actually say such a thing.

I will consider her feelings.

I will consider her feelings.

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

She gave a soft hum and turned her face away from him, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, and her eyes and brows were filled with laughter.

That smile wasn't faked; it was a genuine, uncontrollable, and slightly sweet joy from the heart.

She rose from Ye Feng's embrace, her sheer dress slipping down to reveal her alluring and charming body.

The morning light shone through the gaps in the gauze curtains, illuminating her and bathing every curve of her body in a soft golden hue.

Ye Feng leaned against the headboard, his gaze lingering on her body without any attempt to conceal it. His eyes were like those of someone admiring a priceless work of art—greedy, fiery, yet carrying a possessive desire and a sense of satisfaction that said, "This is mine."

Yi Qingwu felt the burning gaze behind her, her body tensed slightly, but she quickly relaxed.

She even...

There was even a tiny bit of pride in my heart.

bah bah bah.

Yi Qingwu, what are you thinking about?

She quickly suppressed this shameless thought and hurried towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door closed behind her, and soon the sound of running water could be heard.

"No peeking or coming in."

Yi Qingwu's voice came from the bathroom, carrying a knowing tone that said, "I've known you all along."

Ye Feng had just reached the bathroom door and raised his hand to push it open when he heard these words, and his movements froze in mid-air.

He touched his nose and withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly.

This woman has him completely under her thumb.

"I didn't see it," Ye Feng said stubbornly, his voice tinged with guilt.

"If you dare to peek—"

Yi Qingwu's voice came from the sound of water, carrying a hint of threat, and also a hint of... amusement?

"Don't even think about getting into my room tonight."

Ye Feng: "..."

This threat is deadly.

He stood at the bathroom door for two seconds, but ultimately gave up the idea of ​​peeping. He clicked his tongue twice, turned around, and went back to bed.

you are vicious.

After waiting for almost half an hour, the bathroom door finally opened.

A wisp of steam, carrying a faint fragrance of laurel, billowed out from inside the door, filling the entire room.

As the steam dissipated, Yi Qingwu emerged from inside.

She changed her clothes.

It wasn't the white dress she wore before, but a pink tulle dress.

The gauze skirt was light and thin, like a cicada's wing, and the pink fabric shimmered softly in the morning light.

The skirt reached her ankles, fluttering in the wind as she walked, like a pink cloud floating behind her. The neckline was neither too high nor too low, just enough to reveal her delicate collarbone and a small patch of snow-white skin, tantalizingly hidden, as if hinting at unspoken words.

She walked barefoot on the jade ground, her toes round and smooth like jade, her nails painted with light nail polish, each step as light as walking on clouds.

Her long hair, half-dry and half-wet, was loose on her shoulders, with water droplets still dripping from the ends. The water droplets slid down her hair, dripped onto her collarbone, and slid down the curve of her collarbone, disappearing deep into her neckline.

That exquisitely beautiful face carried a bewitching and charming smile, not a deliberate or affected coquettishness, but a natural charm that emanated from within.

With a glance, her coolness and charm intertwine, her purity and allure coexist, making it impossible to look away.

She walked to the dressing table and sat down. Looking in the mirror, she saw Ye Feng lying on the bed, staring straight at her.

The possessiveness and intensity in his gaze made her feel hot all over, even through a mirror.

"What are you looking at?"

Yi Qingwu spat lightly, but her voice was tinged with laughter, and the corners of her mouth turned up.

"Look at my woman."

Ye Feng answered confidently, his gaze shifting from her face to her calves—long, straight legs with fair, jade-like skin that appeared even more lustrous against the backdrop of her pink gauze dress.

"Your legs are so beautiful."

Ye Feng exclaimed in sincere admiration.

Yi Qingwu's lips curled up even higher.

"Her feet are beautiful too."

Ye Feng's gaze moved downwards and landed on her bare, jade-like feet.

"But something's missing."

He stared at those jade-like feet for a long time, and suddenly an image flashed through his mind—stockings on Earth.

black silk.

Those things that are as thin as a cicada's wing, cling to the skin, and can perfectly outline the lines of a woman's legs.

In his previous life on Earth, he didn't have any particular feelings about this kind of thing.

But now, in this world of cultivation, in this place where even socks are made of coarse linen, he suddenly felt...

If Yi Qingwu wore black stockings, paired with her long, straight legs and her alluring and charming temperament, the scene would be...

Ye Feng swallowed.

Just thinking about it made him feel a little overwhelmed.

"What's missing?" Yi Qingwu tilted her head, looking at Ye Feng in the mirror with some curiosity.

"Wait a moment, let me describe it to you."

Ye Feng cleared his throat and began to recall the appearance of stockings in his memory—thin, transparent silk stockings that could cover the entire calf and thigh.

He described the stockings in as much detail as possible, including their appearance, material, and how to wear them.

After listening, Yi Qingwu blinked, her face showing an expression that said, "What strange thing are you talking about?"

"Is it as amazing as you say?"

She was somewhat incredulous.

It's just a pair of socks, what's so special about it?

"You'll see once you try it."

Ye Feng urged, his voice tinged with urgency, his eyes shining like two stars.

Seeing his impatient look, Yi Qingwu couldn't help but chuckle.

This guy, whenever he makes that face, it's never good news.

However... what he said did pique her curiosity.