Zhao Shuning turned her head contentedly.
At this moment, her heart was filled with joy, feeling as if bubbles were constantly rising.
What was originally an extremely beautiful picture was disrupted by the commotion in the courtyard below.
Only then did Zhao Shuning hurriedly look down.
"Damn it! I was so caught up in talking to Master that I forgot about the presence of that man, the sect master of the Celestial Immortal Sect, down there."
Saying this, Zhao Shuning was about to jump down.
"Ning'er, what are you doing?"
"I'm going down."
"Don't go down."
Zhao Shuning looked at her master with a puzzled face.
"Why?"
"That man has dirty hands and feet, and his mind is extremely vulgar."
"But—"
But if she didn't go down, how could this matter proceed?
"Just watch the show. What's meant to happen will always happen." Yan Ruyu waved her fair hand, and the sound of a bronze mirror falling to the ground came from Zhao Shuning's room.
The sound was so loud that it immediately caught Wen Bo's attention.
Wen Bo staggered towards Zhao Shuning's room.
From the silhouette on the window, he could roughly see that the woman was dressed in her finest, just as the little maid had said before.
Hearing the sound of footsteps outside the room, Lin Qingying thought it was Zhao Shuning coming back. Thinking of how messy Zhao Shuning's room was now because of her rummaging, Lin Qingying didn't know how to handle the situation for a moment, so she blew out the lamp in the room.
"Creak—"
The door of the room was pushed open.
A man reeking of alcohol stepped into Zhao Shuning's room.
Lin Qingying was instinctively panicked.
But looking by the moonlight, she found that the person coming was not Zhao Shuning, but Wen Bo, the man she had feelings for.
Wen Bo dared to push open the door. In the moonlight, Lin Qingying could roughly see his appearance. But Lin Qingying was inside the room, and it was very dark. Wen Bo could only see her general attire. As for her specific appearance, he couldn't see clearly at all.
However, this was Zhao Shuning's room.
The woman was dressed up and waiting.
Who else could it be but Zhao Shuning waiting for him?
Wen Bo smiled and closed the door behind him.
Then, Lin Qingying saw Wen Bo slowly approaching her, and step by step, he forced her to the window.
The blood in her whole body boiled.
By the window, the moonlight shone on the window.
The hairpin that Zhao Shuning had worn today sparkled in the moonlight.
Before the woman in front of him could say a word, Wen Bo lowered his head, lifted the woman's head, and kissed her.
The hairpin fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
At first, the woman would resist.
But later, not only did she stop resisting, but she even began to respond to the man in front of her.
The man became even more interested, and his hands began to get a little out of line.
Wasn't Zhao Shuning not at dinner today?
Why did this woman's mouth smell of garlic?
But the woman beneath him was charming, and her hands were like water snakes coiling around his neck. The man didn't have time to think too much. He picked up the woman and walked towards the bed.
"Today, I thought you looked quite slender, but I didn't expect your figure to be so voluptuous."
She was quite heavy to hold.
Lin Qingying shyly pounded Wen Bo's chest.
The man let out a silly laugh. Without even lowering the curtains on the bed, he started his actions.
Wen Bo was drunk.
But Lin Qingying wasn't.
Actually, when the man rushed in, as a married woman, Lin Qingying initially wanted to refuse. But when the man slowly approached her, forced her into a corner, and even bent down to kiss her, she could no longer control the true feelings in her heart.
Or rather, she didn't want to control them at all.
He was Wen Bo.
The man Lin Qingying admired.
The man she had wanted to marry for so many years.
Although she had married into a powerful family on the border, her husband was extremely strict. Even if she took a few extra glances at a man when she went out, she would be "questioned" by her husband when she got home.
And Lin Qingying's husband had never satisfied her.
Whenever her husband touched her, she felt disgusted.
Now, the man she had been longing for day and night had taken the initiative to come to her. She had never intended to refuse.
Lin Qingying had made up her mind that early tomorrow morning, she would get up early and quickly leave this courtyard, pretending that nothing had happened.
If anything happened later, she would shift the blame onto Zhao Shuning, the owner of this courtyard.
Tonight, she just wanted to indulge herself.
"My little beauty, you're really beautiful."
"You look so appealing. I like you so much."
"Don't be impatient. I'll satisfy you right away, my sect master."
All sorts of vulgar sounds began to come from the room.
Fortunately, Lin Feng had a devious plan. Tonight, in order to satisfy Wen Bo's lust, he had transferred all the maids and servants from Zhao Shuning's courtyard.
So now, no one noticed anything strange in the room.
No one came to stop the two of them.
"Those who do evil will surely bring about their own downfall."
Zhao Shuning murmured and turned around. Only then did she find that Yan Ruyu was standing behind her, watching all this.
"Master, don't listen, don't look. I'm afraid it will soil your eyes and ears."
Yan Ruyu's breath was a bit warm.
When Zhao Shuning placed her hand on Yan Ruyu's ear, she noticed that his body was extremely hot.
Yan Ruyu gently reached out his hand and held Zhao Shuning's hand.
Master's hand was very slender and beautiful. His hand was big enough to completely wrap around Zhao Shuning's hand.
Master's hand was also extremely hot.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
The young girl in front of him parted her red lips slightly. She looked so charming.
Yan Ruyu swallowed hard.
"Master, are you running a fever?"
Yan Ruyu's body was naturally cold.
When Ye Ling practiced with him, he always felt that Yan Ruyu's body was extremely cold.
But now, Master's face was flushed. He looked so cute that one would want to take a bite.
But Zhao Shuning forcibly suppressed this thought.
She kept persuading herself in her heart.
Zhao Shuning, he's your master, your teacher, the person you respect the most. You can't be disrespectful to him. You should regard him as a god and worship him in your heart. You mustn't have any vulgar thoughts about him.
"Master, how are you?"
Zhao Shuning's left hand was held by Yan Ruyu. Only her right hand was free.
So she stretched out her right hand, gently tiptoed, and leaned over to touch Yan Ruyu's forehead.
The young girl's breath was so close to Yan Ruyu.
His heart skipped a beat, and his hand began to tighten slightly.
"Master, you're so hot. Should we go and take a—"
Before Zhao Shuning could finish her sentence.
Yan Ruyu let out a low growl and leaned in.
Ning'er's lips were so soft—, and her body smelled so good—