“Alright. I think Aunt Shuyan and Clan Uncle Nanxing should prepare meeting gifts for you too, Senior Sister.”
Shen Qingci wound a lock of her senior sister's ink-black hair around her finger.
The little abacus in her heart was already clicking away rapidly.
Aunt Shuyan would give talismans, Clan Uncle Nanxing would give artifacts, and System Mom would provide a Heaven-grade cultivation technique...
When they held their companion-joining ceremony in the future, all the great families and sects of the Four Regions would have to give gifts.
When that time came, she and her senior sister would sit on the bed with piles of storage rings, pouring them out and counting them one by one...
That rate of income would be even faster than getting goods from System Mom.
Chi Yuan looked down at the mischievous girl.
The girl was wrapped in the blanket, snuggling in her arms with sleepiness still clinging to her eyelashes. Yet her eyes were darting around, clearly up to some mischief.
Even after several years, her little habit of calculating things hadn't changed at all.
She didn't ask, only leaning down to plant a kiss on her junior sister's forehead.
Not satisfied, Shen Qingci tilted her face up to chase after her senior sister's lips.
Chi Yuan let her have her way, tilting her head slightly to let her junior sister's lips press against hers...
Having received a response, Shen Qingci grew even more audacious. She hooked her arms around her senior sister's neck, slipping her tongue inside and tangling with hers relentlessly!
Chi Yuan allowed her to kiss her, placing a hand on her lower back and gently caressing it.
Only when her junior sister had finally had her fill did they part.
“Senior Sister,” Shen Qingci murmured, resting her body against Chi Yuan's, her voice still breathless. “I want more...”
She spoke so bluntly, without a hint of shame.
Chi Yuan was already used to her future Dao companion's shameless pillow talk. She simply pinched the back of the girl's neck.
“Your hands and waist aren't sore anymore?”
“Not at all!!!”
Shen Qingci propped herself up, looking down at her senior sister. Her gaze was so intense it was almost insolent. “A-Ci wants to taste something sweet. Feed me, Senior Sister.”
Chi Yuan met her gaze ◖⚆Ⱉ⚆◗.
Her lips were still slightly swollen from their days of indulgence, yet she insisted on putting on a front of 'I can still keep going.'
Chi Yuan knew she was just putting on a brave face, but she didn't expose her. When it came to such matters, a certain someone's skin was always incredibly thick.
“Alright,” Chi Yuan softly agreed. She released her hold on Shen Qingci's waist and leaned back against the pillow.
Her ink-black hair cascaded over the mermaid-silk sheets, exposing a section of her fair, slender neck.
Shen Qingci's chest tightened.
Her senior sister lay there peacefully, her eyelashes half-drooped, looking at her with warm, indulgent eyes.
The sword cultivator had cast aside all her defenses, voluntarily handing control over to her lover.
A wave of heat surged down Shen Qingci's throat. She leaned down, her lips brushing past her senior sister's chin to rest on her neck, collarbone, and lower abdomen...
She breathed in the light scent of night-closing flowers on Chi Yuan, which still carried a trace of lingering sweet fragrance from their intimacy.
She parted her lips to take in a small patch of skin, gently grazing it with her teeth. Chi Yuan tilted her head back, offering her neck even closer to the other's lips.
“A-Ci,” Chi Yuan's voice was slightly rasper than before. “Don't just stay on the outside.”
Shen Qingci's heart leaped.
Tracing down her senior sister's neckline, her fingers went to untie the straps of her inner robe.
She buried her face, her lips and tongue falling upon her senior sister's chest.
Chi Yuan raised her hand to stroke her hair, her fingertips gently pressing down. Encouraged, Shen Qingci's 'puppy courage' swelled, and her hand began to wander lower...
Chi Yuan did not stop her, only letting slip a few soft gasps when her hand brushed her waist.
Those soft gasps drifted directly into her ears. Shen Qingci felt her breathing quicken, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs, and her divine sense drifting as if on waves...
She looked up at her senior sister.
Chi Yuan's face still bore its usual coldness, but a faint blush had risen at the corners of her eyes, lending a touch of seductive color to her entire face.
“Senior Sister,” Shen Qingci sat up, kneeling between her legs, her eyes burning. “This time, A-Ci is going to be on top.”
Chi Yuan gazed at her for a long moment.
Then she shifted, spreading her hands and slightly bending her knees, making room for Shen Qingci.
“As you wish,” she said.
Shen Qingci's eyes grew hot.
Her senior sister was willing to lie down and let her have her way.
This made her heart flutter more than any sweet words ever could!
She leaned down, capturing her senior sister's lips, her fingers sliding down the side of Chi Yuan's waist.
Chi Yuan's lower abdomen tensed, yet her expression still refused to show any vulnerability.
Shen Qingci's rebellious phase had arrived.
Determined to shatter her senior sister's cold exterior, she moved her lips to take in Chi Yuan's earlobe, her hands growing more and more teasing with every movement...
Chi Yuan finally let out a sound, broken and stifled in her throat.
This only spurred Shen Qingci on, making her even bolder than she had been in the pool.
Unable to take it anymore, Chi Yuan caught her misbehaving wrists. “Don't rush...”
“No, Qingci wants to rush!” Shen Qingci looked up, her eyes filled with absolute determination.
“Only a sweet-talking junior sister gets fed.”
...
They fooled around until the sky began to pale before finally resting.
Shen Qingci mumbled a few words with her eyes half-open, rolled over, and fell fast asleep shortly after.
By the time she opened her eyes again, the sun was already slanting to the west.
Shen Qingci sat up, her collar wide open, clearly revealing several fresh red marks on her collarbone.
She looked down at them, treated them as trophies of war, and simply left them as they were.
Chi Yuan was already fully dressed, sitting by the edge of the bed and watching her.
“Senior Sister, what hour is it?”
“It's halfway past the Wei hour.”
“A-Ci, Master sent word. They are waiting for us at the Sword-Falling Terrace.”
Shen Qingci's expression turned awkward.
Master, Martial Mother, and Eldest Senior Sister are all waiting at the Sword-Falling Terrace???
With a leap, she rolled out of bed, cast two Cleansing Spells in rapid succession, and pulled a set of new robes from her storage ring to put on.
Chi Yuan stood up to help adjust her junior sister's collar, her fingertips brushing against the red marks on her neck, whether intentionally or not.
“Mhm, they can't be covered?”
Thick-skinned, Shen Qingci leaned in and kissed her senior sister's fingers twice. “Heh, then we won't cover them. Master and Martial Mother aren't outsiders anyway.”
Chi Yuan: “...”
The two of them left Yunqi Cave and flew toward the Sword-Falling Terrace on their swords. Shen Qingci rode Jinglei, while Chi Yuan controlled Frostchill, their two sword lights streaking side-by-side across the sky above Wanjian Peak.
Shen Qingci sent a voice transmission: “Senior Sister, has Frostchill been upgraded?”
“Mhm. It's now Earth-grade Low-rank, and the sword spirit can speak now,” Chi Yuan replied, her divine sense focusing on the silhouette of the palace ahead. “The inheritance in the Sword Tomb happened to be a perfect match for Frostchill.”
Shen Qingci's eyes lit up. “What grade is the inheritance?”
“Earth-grade Mid-rank, Frost River Sword Invitation.”
“My senior sister is indeed the best!”
Shen Qingci felt incredibly happy, storing up a bellyful of compliments to sweet-talk her sword cultivator wife.
In the blink of an eye, the side hall of the Sword-Falling Terrace was right before them, forcing her to swallow her words.
They sheathed their swords at the hall's entrance. The doors were slightly ajar, and three people were sitting inside.
Jinglian sat in the host seat, with Liu Ruyin beside her to her right, while Ji Lanyi occupied a futon on the left by herself.
A few plates of spiritual fruit were laid out on the low tables before the three of them, and the teapot had been refilled with fresh water.
Seeing the two of them enter, Ji Lanyi was the first to stand.
“A-Yuan, Junior Sister, you're here!”
“Qingci and A-Yuan pay respects to Master, Martial Mother, and Eldest Senior Sister.”
Liu Ruyin smiled and said, “You two are finally here. Your master has changed the tea six times already.”
She beckoned Chi Yuan over, looking her up and down before nodding in approval. “A-Yuan, this trip to the Sword Tomb was not in vain. Your Nascent Soul foundation is very stable, and most of the impurities in your Ice Spiritual Root have been purged. You're only a step away from a supreme spiritual root.”
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