The attacks on Nanzhi have not stopped.
"And I have accommodated everything of his, without wasting a single drop... " (Only three people can hear the voice)
"I suddenly feel curious, what has Sister Mu been doing for these many years? Hm?"
As he spoke, Zhu Nanzhi surreptitiously glanced at Lu Jinan who was diligently copying the invitation cards, feeling completely unruffled in his heart.
She controlled her attack within manageable range, and although the lord was outstanding, he was still a man.
So the lord certainly won't be annoyed with this level of jealousy.
Based on this, if we launch an attack on Mu Qingyue, perhaps we can break the defenses of this famous cold and aloof female immortal swordswoman.
Best to break her defenses to the point where she bristles and leaves!
"Sister Mu," Zhu Nanzhi leaned her body against the husband's shoulder, allowing him to feel the warmth she had not touched for over a month: "Do you know how 'generous and forgiving' the husband is?"
Hearing Zhu Nanzhi's voice, Mu Qingyue, who had silently rolled back her sleeve, wanted to fling a disciple's underwear at her for a look, but she restrained herself.
After all, if the disciple finds out, there will be no way to steal it anymore.
So this matter cannot be exposed.
So just ignore it... Anyway, I've known about the bride chamber affair between my disciple and Zhu Nanzhi for a long time, and after so many days, I can now keep calm about it.
As Mu Qingyue did not show the slightest hint of wavering and played with the ink stick, Zhu Nanzhi's turquoise eyes twinkled, and she whispered coquettishly to Lu Jinan in a sweet and shy voice: "Jinan Senior Brother~ I still can't forget that wonderful night when we played with ice and fire... "
I clearly remember, Jinan Senior Brother teased me on one side while whispering softly, and then slowly pushed it... "
Click!
Mu Qingyue directly crushes the ink stick in her hand, causing some black ink to splash onto her pure white clothes.
She can tolerate the fact that her disciple and Zhu Nanzhi have had their honeymoon, but she can't stand it when Zhu Nanzhi details everything out!
Just hearing about it was like watching the scene slowly unfold before her eyes, making Mu Qingyue extremely angry.
Zhu Nanzhi appropriately did not continue, as it was said in front of the husband, and her cheeks turned faintly pink, making her a bit embarrassed.
But the effect was good.
Not only for Mu Qingxian, but also for the husband.
With a glance from the corner of her eyes, Zhu Nanzhi's eyes shimmered with moisture, and as she got closer to Lu Jinan, her breath smelled of orchids: "Senior Brother Jinan also wants me... "
Her right hand gently touched the root of Lu Jinan's thigh, the soft pad of her finger like a cat's paw, gently contracting and lightly scratching without too much pressure. Then, her pale pink nails, seemingly by accident, swept over the raised hem of his clothes, followed by a light laugh.
Lu Jinan's breath was slightly quickened. Since his return to the sect, his composure had not been as strong as before, and with the light teasing of his master and sister, desire had certainly accumulated.
Especially these past two days, he had truly been longing to sate his desires with Nanzhi completely, so that even with just Nanzhi's verbal teasing, his mind was no longer under the control of his brain.
"Nanzhi," Lu Jinan's voice was calm and firm as he grabbed Nanzhi's hand: "Don't tease."
"I will listen to Senior Brother Jinan's," Zhu Nanzhi slightly tilted her head upwards, her longing was clearly reflected in her eyes, and then she turned her hand and clasped Senior Brother Lu's large hand tightly, looking at Mu Qingyue sideways: "Sword Daoist sister Mu is so powerful, can't she control the force?"
Mu Qingyue slightly loosened her grip, and the fragments of the ink stick scattered onto the table. She still didn't produce the undergarment, but by shifting her body slightly, she extended her pale white hands towards Zhu Nanzhi.
Two index fingers were used to indicate a length, and the index and thumb of the left hand were used to indicate width.
"Right?" Mu Qingyue's voice was colder and colder: "I measured it with my own hands."
Zhu Nanzhi's smile vanished, and the strawberry juice she was holding splashed onto her light blue dress as well.
Because she had never held it.
For half a year of cohabitation with the husband, every night, she herself would take the husband to bed, then undress and lie down for him to press on top.
Night after night, it was the same.
So the only way she knows about the husband's generosity is through this.
Zhu Nanzhi of course wants to know more about the husband in various ways, but if the husband doesn't cooperate, there's nothing she can do.
So when Zhu Nanzhi heard that Mu Qingyue had actually measured it herself, she became extremely annoyed at once.
She herself hasn't used it, so what business does she have?
Zhu Nanzhi's breath suddenly became rapid, her turquoise eyes full of sharp... jealousy.
Feeling Zhu Nanzhi's menacing gaze, Mu Qingyue was even more puzzled in her heart. This woman had 'consumed' the disciple, and she had only 'kissed' the disciple. How could she still be jealous of me?
What's going on in this woman's mind?
However strange it may seem, Mu Qingyue seized this opportunity to speak coldly: "Aren't you anxious?"
She continued to grip her fingers tightly: "It's delicious to eat cleanly, like a broken lotus stem with lingering threads."
Speaking, she extended her pink tongue and licked her lips, as if to let Zhu Nanzhi know how deeply she was immersed at that time.
Zhu Nanzhi's eyes became even more fierce. She hadn't tasted it herself!
Feeling the surging pressure from Zhu Nanzhi like waves, Mu Qingyue's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Invisible sword intent was already clashing with Zhu Nanzhi's domain in an unseen place.
Mu Qingyue still couldn't understand why Zhu Nanzhi was this angry, but regardless, at this moment, the one who was angry and flustered was her.
Thinking about it, Mu Qingyue smirked and placed her right hand on the lower abdomen of Lu Jinan. She hesitated for a moment, about to imitate Zhu Nanzhi's previous detailed description, when she felt Zhu Nanzhi's left hand grip the scabbard of the Zhanming sword next to them.
Does she want to fight again?
Mu Qingyue repressed her smile, but then she heard Zhu Nanzhi let go of the sword scabbard, followed by a sound of her sniffling... crying?
Zhu Nanzhi was not crying; her eyes were just a little red.
She originally wanted to draw her sword again, but she restrained her impulse and decided to try a different approach.
However, the way she did it really hurt and made her feel wronged.
With red eyes, she slightly bowed her head to rest against Lu Jinan's shoulder, her hands squeezing his left hand without saying a word.
Mu Qingyue lightly pursed her cherry lips, unable to tell if Zhu Nanzhi was really crying or just pretending.
From the series of aggressive attacks, it should not be Zhu Nanzhi's nature.
And more importantly!
'I haven't been this upset because of what you did to the disciple!'
Mu Qingyue bit her lower lip gently with her teeth, and not knowing what else to say, she felt her younger brother's big hand grasp her cold hand. Her expression slightly froze.
Then she felt her younger brother write 'Everything is fine' on her palm.
Mu Qingyue made a soft "hm" sound, and since she could 'see' her younger brother smiling at her, she looked at Zhu Nanzhi without speaking and started cleaning up the ink stick residue on the table.
Lu Jinan tilted his head to look at Zhu Nanzhi. The saintly, red eyes of the cold and pure woman were pitiful even to look at.
Senior sister doesn't understand why Nanzhi is being emotional because she doesn't know that Nanzhi is a sickly character.
But he is perfectly aware: The possessive desire of a psychopath is both an advantage and a weakness.
He took out the handkerchief she gave him before parting ways, the one he had claimed as his own, and wiped away the sticky strawberry juice from her palm: "I'm sorry."
Zhu Nanzhi looked at the handkerchief, then up at his profile, and then at the watery cloud crown on his head.
She whispered softly, "Is Senior Brother Jinan apologizing to Daoist sister Mu?"
