Chapter 509 - 445: Flowers Have Fragrance, the Moon Has Shade (Part 3)

Chapter 509: Chapter 445: Flowers Have Fragrance, the Moon Has Shade (Part 3)

Qingfeng’s face was burning red, and her body immediately softened. Her voice was barely audible: "Junior Brother, the disciples are watching that..."

Lu Qian chuckled: "It’s a dark and windy night, and this is still the Elder Courtyard. Where are the disciples—"

He suddenly sensed something. Someone really was coming over. He had to gently let go of Jiang Qingfeng and shouted irritably: "Jiang Baitao, why aren’t you focusing on cultivation and coming over here instead."

Baitao jumped up: "This is my sister. Are you trying to monopolize her? You two are shameless, flirting in public."

She wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping. She originally came over to chat with her sister, but happened to bump into Lu Qian.

After being chastised by a little girl, Lu Qian felt somewhat embarrassed and pretended to strike. Baitao let out a strange cry and fled at lightning speed.

Jiang Qingfeng sighed: "Oh, I really don’t know what to do with this girl."

In a few words, she recounted the events of these days: "Li Da and Ruo Yu seem to both like her. Yet, she’s carefree every day. Li Da and Ruo Yu are good kids, but when asked, she has no romantic feelings for them, doesn’t like any of them. What should we do?"

Lu Qian smiled gently, pulling Qingfeng into the courtyard and firmly closing the door.

"Senior Sister, why worry so much? Young boys and girls, first stirrings of love, full of worries, myriad romances."

"This is the most beautiful time. Let them experience it themselves."

"We just need to guide them and make sure nothing like what happened on the field happens again."

"Every generation has its own fortune. Senior Sister, relax your heart."

Jiang Qingfeng glanced at him, catching hold of Lu Qian’s restless hand: "You speak so eloquently, but this is my sister. Where do your children and grandchildren come from?"

Lu Qian smiled slightly, picking her up by the waist, and headed upstairs.

"Then let’s make a few with you, shall we?"

Jiang Qingfeng was tightly held in powerful arms, her eyes filled with Lu Qian’s profile, and her body grew hot. Unable to help herself, she reached out her jade-like arms, gently encircling Lu Qian’s neck, shyly saying, "Just one... and I’d be content."

Lu Qian looked at her face, as beautiful as a peach blossom, full, pink lips. Meeting those shy yet expectant eyes, he couldn’t hold back any longer and kissed her deeply.

Senior Sister offered a symbolic resistance, then transformed into a passionate response. Two little fish swam in the encounter of fluids, the intoxicating fragrance filling Lu Qian’s nostrils.

Lu Qian’s hands were also lost in a sea of softness. This time, Senior Sister proactively complied, in the midst of heavy breathing and nasal sounds, helping Lu Qian explore the depths.

Suddenly, Lu Qian felt the lady below him burst forth with strong power, and she took over, flipping him and pinning him down. He looked up in surprise, seeing Senior Sister straddle him, biting her red lips, bright eyes filled with mist. She gently removed the hairpin from her hair, letting her long hair cascade down like a cloud or waterfall, covering her fair, tender skin.

"Junior Brother, do you remember, when was the last time...?"

"How could I remember... a year and a half ago?"

"You scoundrel, heartless, bad man!" Senior Sister’s voice was a soft wail, half-crying, half-singing, "Do you know I’ve been waiting for you, always waiting for you..."

Lu Qian’s heart filled with love, clasping her slender waist, flipping them over again to regain control: "My fault, I’ll make it up to you doubly from now on."

Senior Sister looked tenderly at Lu Qian, embracing him: "Forget it, you’re meant for great things, go about your business. But, I do want a child to keep me company..."

Lu Qian’s heart burst with affection, gently kissing Senior Sister’s forehead: "Then, shall we try that trick?"

...

After a wild night, the two uncharacteristically stayed in bed the next day.

Until Wu Yan, blushing, banged on the small courtyard’s door loudly: "Master! Honored Guest Fang is looking for you. He seems very anxious!"