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She broke free from Yun Daoyun's hand, wrapping her arms tightly around him as she tiptoed to kiss his lips, her eyes closed and her expression resolute.
"You—" Yun Daoyun felt a surge of heat rise within him, and in the next moment, his lips were captured by hers.
Wan Qiu suckled gently, her enchanting gaze drifting with a hint of cunning and pride.
Yun Daoyun's eyes gradually lost focus, his hands seemingly unconsciously wrapping around Wan Qiu's waist. Just when she thought she had succeeded, a flash of purple light suddenly struck down from the air, exploding right on her backside with a loud "crack," accompanied by a puff of smoke.
"Ah—Help!" Wan Qiu jumped up in shock, clutching her rear end, her face filled with pain and terror.
Covering his swollen lips that had been nibbled by Wan Qiu, Yun Daoyun turned his head away awkwardly, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Don't try it; you're just an unworthy vixen!"
Wan Qiu was furious, stomping her feet on the ground. "You bastard! If I can't push you down, I won't take the surname Fox!"
Yun Daoyun collected himself and calmly reminded her, "You don't even have the surname Fox to begin with!"
Wan Qiu: "..."
Since that day, Wan Qiu had taken it upon herself to make pushing Yun Daoyun down her goal. She tried various seductive tactics every few days, but unfortunately for her, Yun Daoyun was even less responsive than a beast; he had never let his primal instincts take over and allowed her to succeed.
Speaking of which, aside from being unresponsive in that regard, Yun Daoyun was also extremely stingy. To save money, he always insisted on renting just one guest room.
At times like these, Wan Qiu would feign shyness, putting on a coy expression as she said softly, "Oh dear, how can this be? It's not appropriate for a man and woman to share a room alone!"
Wan Qiu had completely forgotten who had shamelessly stripped off their clothes and rubbed against Yun Daoyun in the first place.
Yun Daoyun merely laughed, his laughter tinged with mockery. "I am indeed a man, but you? Heh, you're just an animal; you hardly count as a woman."
Wan Qiu was at a loss for words. She opened her mouth but took a while before finally saying, "I... at least I'm a female fox."
Yun Daoyun did not answer and began to undress, preparing to go to bed. His movements were natural and fluid.
Wan Qiu fell into an awkward silence, momentarily stunned, before stepping forward to undress as well, her hands trembling slightly.
"What are you doing?"
Yun Daoyun paused, and involuntarily, he recalled that day—the soft sensation beneath his palms, so smooth it felt like fine blue-and-white porcelain, making him want to touch it again...
Wait, what was he thinking? Stop it, just stop!
"I'm taking off my clothes to sleep," Wan Qiu replied, finding Yun Daoyun's question rather foolish as she shot him a glare.
"Where are you sleeping?"
"Of course here," Wan Qiu pointed at the bed, her eyes filled with a hint of helplessness. Come on, there was only one bed; if she didn't sleep there, was she supposed to sleep on the floor?
Yun Daoyun abruptly tossed Wan Qiu off the bed with a swift motion. "You sleep on the floor!"
Wan Qiu was furious, her eyes wide as she shouted, "Why?"
Yun Daoyun remained silent, turning over to face away from her and ignoring her completely.
As a Fox demon with five hundred years of cultivation, Wan Qiu was not one to back down easily. She raked her fingers through her hair and scrambled back onto the bed, wrapping her arms tightly around Yun Daoyun's waist from behind. She leaned in close to his ear, blowing softly as her breath brushed against him.
Miao Miao had once said that drawing circles on the chest and blowing wind behind the ear were lethal techniques.
Sure enough, Yun Daoyun's body suddenly stiffened, a slight tremor running through him before he turned his head to stare at Wan Qiu. The little fox's face glowed like jade in the candlelight, undeniably alluring.
Slowly, he lowered his head, inching closer to Wan Qiu's lips. Her lips were soft and pink, resembling juicy cherries. Yun Daoyun thought they must taste delightful.
Noticing something unusual about Yun Daoyun, Wan Qiu became so tense that she almost stopped breathing. She hadn't even used the Charm Technique, so why did Yun Daoyun look like he had been enchanted?
As she saw the man's lips inching closer to her, she suddenly sat up with a start. With a loud "bang," her forehead collided spectacularly with Yun Daoyun's chin, and both of them winced in pain.
"What are you doing?" Yun Daoyun asked, rubbing his sore chin with a furrowed brow.
Wan Qiu blinked, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "You just..."
Yun Daoyun paused for a moment before quickly responding, "I almost fell under your Charm Technique."
He straightened up and awkwardly glanced around, secretly wondering what was wrong with him for almost thinking...
"Wait, I clearly didn't..." Wan Qiu began, but before she could finish her sentence, she felt a chill on her forehead. A yellow talisman suddenly fluttered down from above her head—it was a Binding Silence Spell.
"Don't try to deny it; you clearly used the Charm Technique!"
Yun Daoyun raised his leg and kicked Wan Qiu off the bed without mercy. "Get down and blow out the candles to sleep!"
What a jerk! Did he expect her to blow them out with her...?
Wan Qiu felt an overwhelming sense of grievance; she couldn't even move!
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