After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée Chapter 130

A Provocation (2)

But the tip of his nose began to fill with the mortal realm’s scent of jasmine from the woman’s hair, along with the astringent aroma of medicinal herbs, and Cui Wang opened his eyes again as if he had been scalded.

But Zheng Wan had already walked up to him.

When she got close, he was assaulted by the sight of her slender fair neck, delicate collarbones, and the increasingly luminous Phoenix Jade that was swaying before her chest. Her hair was fragrant, her eyes were burning with fire, and even her mouth seemed to be stained with honey.

“Cui Wang, there, there’s something wrong with me.”

Zheng Wan’s bright eyes were filled with a misty air. She looked at him with her eyes like these, and said, “I feel very uncomfortable.”

Of course Cui Wang knew something was wrong.

Peach blossom dew was a sedative and would only make one feel like sleeping. But the two of them have clearly… been drugged with something else.

How dare she——

Zheng Wan was half-giddy, half-floating; a large part of her vital energy had been dissipated by the peach blossom dew, and she was warm all over. She only felt that Cui Wang’s cold and indifferent appearance seemed very delicious, like her favourite shredded coconut sticky rice balls of the mortal realm.

“Cui Wang, why is your face red too?”

Zheng Wan stood on tiptoe and pressed her hand on his face, but Cui Wang flung it away.

Cui Wang used his remaining energy and flung out an array disk. The instant it landed on the ground, it emitted brilliant rays, covering the entire room in a thin halo of light. From the outside, the bright light couldn’t be seen, and one could only see fog.

Casting this seventh-grade array formation drained almost all of his remaining vital energy.

The fire that had been forcibly suppressed leapt up from his lower abdomen all at once. Just then, Zheng Wan wrapped herself around him like a candy twist, tiptoed and kissed him on his face, utterly unrestrained. Soon, the kiss landed on his lips, and as if she had found a good spot, she began to suck sweetly.

Cui Wang stood straight as a ramrod; drops of sweat as large as beans began to fall one after another.

The love gu that had broken through the seal earlier was jumping around inside him.

“Zheng Wan, wake up.”

A woman’s body was naturally different from a man’s. In his arms, Zheng Wan was like a soft marshmallow, and it seemed as if water would come out with just a poke. She seemed to hear someone calling her and raised her head dazedly, moving her undergarment as she did and revealing a shocking swarth of snowy peaks.

She called out, “…Cui Wang?”

Soft and delicate, like a little kitten.

Cui Wang pursed his lips and his throat bobbed. He leaned back; behind him was a cold hard wall, but Zheng Wan was like a raging fire, and she leaned over like a cat, smelling his scent and nuzzling against him.

He pulled her arms away expressionlessly, but the moment he removed them, she wrapped around him again.

“Cui Wang, I’m hot.”

She rubbed up against him this way and that unrestrainedly, and when she saw that he was not cooperating, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to kiss him. After some nuzzling, she only felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter, and even her chest seemed to be ablaze with fire, causing her to move about restlessly again.

Zheng Wan was actually not as giddy as she appeared to be. In fact, every time she was besieged with desire, a little ice mist would course around her body. Granny Jin was right, ice vital roots really had a unique advantage in this practice of this arts.

Cui Wang’s white robes were almost entirely drenched with sweat. Zheng Wan pressed against him carefully and stuck out her tongue to hook him. After a long time without seeing any response, she felt bored and wanted to retreat, but unexpectedly, a force came from behind her head, shackling her and not letting her go.

Zheng Wan opened her confused eyes and saw that the man who was always as cold as frost was looking down at her; his face was as immovable as a Buddha’s, but his lips were rubbing against hers intimately.

It was as if he had one foot still on an immortal throne, independent from the world, icy as snow, while the other foot had fallen into the mortal realm and had sunk into this muddy swamp to dance with her.

Cling clang——

The wine jug, glazed glass cups, and fruit bowls on the long table all rolled onto the carpet.

Goose-yellow and white intertwined; a slender, fair hand suddenly reached out from the goose-yellow but was pinned above her head. Gasping for breath, their arms interlaced, and when things were about to get to the next stage, the woman suddenly cried out and the man also stopped at the same time.

Beats of sweat rolled into the ravine; Zheng Wan opened her foggy eyes.