Chapter 2044 - 2041: Take Me Now

Only Zhao Ying’er’s silhouette appeared from a misty haze, her chiffon gown fluttering in the breeze like a blooming orchid.

She stepped with lotus-like grace, appearing beside Xu Wendong, bringing with her a faintly aromatic scent.

"Lin Mo! Where are the others?" A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Ying’er’s eyes, as clear as autumn waters, and her pearly teeth showed with her slightly parted red lips.

She glanced around, finding no sign of the other women, her slender brows gently furrowing.

Xu Wendong was also taken aback, his nose filled with Zhao Ying’er’s unique jasmine fragrance.

"Why are you here?" He said with some surprise.

"Why can’t I be here?" Zhao Ying’er suddenly pouted, a hint of watery grievance shimmering in her eyes: "Are you hoping other women show up here?" Before her words were finished, she puffed up and walked to Xu Wendong, her chest rising and falling with her quickened breath.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe, her pretty face nearly pressed against Xu Wendong.

Her eyes flashed with emotion, and her long lashes cast a slight shadow on her eyelids.

"Tell me, are you charmed by those other women?" Zhao Ying’er bit her pouty lips, her voice carrying a mix of petulance and annoyance.

Xu Wendong helplessly spread his hands, his large, articulated palms gleaming with health in the sunlight.

Zhao Ying’er was the second woman he met after entering the Netherworld, and he naturally felt some affection for her.

Moreover, the beauty in front of him was not only peerlessly beautiful but also full of charm in every smile and frown.

Seeing Xu Wendong’s denial, Zhao Ying’er remained persistent.

She suddenly stretched out her delicate hand and gently pressed it to Xu Wendong’s sturdy chest.

Through his thin clothing, she could feel the strong and powerful heartbeat clearly.

"Lin Mo," she suddenly said with a serious tone, her voice gentle but firm: "I know you are outstanding, and there will be many women enamored with you. But!" She stressed her tone, "You must hold me in your heart!"

Xu Wendong looked at Zhao Ying’er’s earnest expression, momentarily at a loss for words.

The sunlight fell through the ruined dome, casting a soft golden glow on her exquisite profile. This woman was indeed genuine with him.

He suddenly remembered that the Zhao Family recently shared the Nether Crystal Vein with the Lin Family.

This clearly intended to bind the two families’ interests firmly together through marriage.

And the Zhao Family’s Bright Pearl before him was evidently being used as a pawn for the alliance.

"Ying’er." Xu Wendong suddenly grasped Zhao Ying’er’s soft hand, feeling the warmth emanating from her palm: "Rest assured, you are in my heart."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ying’er’s brows and eyes immediately relaxed, a bright smile blooming on her lips, like peach blossoms in the spring.

"Where are we?" she asked curiously, looking around, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting the edge of her clothes.

Xu Wendong also surveyed the surroundings.

This was an ancient relic, covered in moss on broken stone columns, with fragments of murals scattered on the ground.

The air was filled with a musty smell of dust, with a faint scent of decay.

"Perhaps it’s a strange space," he cautiously said: "Be careful, not knowing if there’s danger here." Before he could finish, Zhao Ying’er had already moved close to him, her soft body almost nestled against his embrace.

"Let’s find people first," Xu Wendong said helplessly.

He couldn’t disregard Li Jiayin and the others.

"Find people? You want to find them!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ying’er’s chest heaved, and a spark ignited in her almond eyes.

Her slender fingers tightly clutched the edge of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.

This awareness that Xu Wendong was still thinking about other women felt like a needle stabbing her heart.

"Humph!" She suddenly pushed forward, forcing Xu Wendong back against a section of ruined wall.

The chill of the green bricks penetrated through his clothes, unable to extinguish the warmth rising between them.

"Looks like today I must drain you dry!" She bit her cherry lips, her voice trembling slightly: "I want you to have no strength to think about anyone else..."

Before her words were finished, she suddenly stood on tiptoe.

The setting sun filtered through the gaps in the broken walls, casting dappled shadows on her porcelain skin.

Xu Wendong felt a softness on his lips, with lips scented of jasmine already pressing upon him.

Her tongue like a playful little fish, tentatively swimming between the gap of his lips.

"What are you doing!" Xu Wendong turned his head to avoid, his throat adamantly moving: "Are you crazy? Someone might come at any time..."

"I don’t care..." Zhao Ying’er panted, holding him tighter.

Through the clothes, her two soft rounds pressed tightly on his chest, rising and falling with her quick breaths.

She suddenly grabbed his big hand, guiding it to cover her left breast.

"Feel it..." she said, her voice tinged with wetness: "See how fast it’s beating..."

The softness under his palm made Xu Wendong’s breath stagnate.

The full curve fit perfectly in his entire hand, through the light fabric, he could clearly feel the small pearl on the tip was already quietly standing.

He instinctively curled his fingers, eliciting a coquettish whimper from Zhao Ying’er.

"Lin Mo..." she suddenly tore open her neckline, revealing half of her snowy shoulder.

The hollow of her collarbone held a swaying sunset as if it were filled with honeyed wine.

"I’m hot..." She took his hand and pressed it against her neck, letting him feel the rushing heat beneath her skin: "Help me take off my clothes, will you?"

Xu Wendong looked at her flushed cheeks, suddenly realizing the raw panic hidden in her eyes.

This little girl was evidently imitating some tips from a guide — that awkward attempt to seduce, instead, was more enticing than any technique.

"Really hot?" He teased her intentionally, his thumb rubbing the sensitive spot below her collarbone.

As expected, he saw her whole body tremble, goosebumps rising on the snowy skin.

Zhao Ying’er glared at him in embarrassment and annoyance, suddenly tore open the tie around her waist.

The chiffon dress flowed like water, pooling at her feet like a blossoming lotus.

She was now only left with a lotus-colored camisole, held loosely at the back of her neck, exposing a large area of jade-like back.

The draft blowing through the ruins pressed the thin silk against her skin, outlining the contours of two round mountains.

"You..." Xu Wendong’s voice suddenly became hoarse.

Only to see her fingers moistened with saliva, tracing circles around her breast, staining the silk with darker wet marks.

The camisole’s tie was unwittingly half-loose, ready to expose more alluring scenery.

"The book said..." she bit her lower lip as she leaned closer, her breath fragrant like orchids: "Men like this most..."

Suddenly pushing him to sit on a half-broken stone pillar, she straddled.

The silk panties were so thin they were almost non-existent, he could clearly feel the warmth from between her thighs.

Xu Wendong finally couldn’t hold back, grabbing the back of her head to deepen the kiss.

His other hand tore apart the troublesome camisole, and the two snowy breasts bounced out, the tip of the crimson bud ripe.

He lowered his head, taking in one side, the tip of his tongue swirling around the trembling bud, eliciting spasmodic shivers from the person on top of him.

"Ah! You..." Zhao Ying’er gasped in surprise, clutching his hair, only to press his face closer.

When his hot and moist lips and tongue wandered to the other side, she suddenly arched her neck like a dying swan.

The sunset gilded the beautiful scene with gold, casting their intertwined shadows on the mottled wall, rising and falling with their heavy breathing.

"Now you know how to be shy?" Xu Wendong looked at her closed eyes, chuckling as he reached a hand into her panties.

As soon as his fingertips touched the warm marsh, he was tightly encased.

Zhao Ying’er suddenly opened her misty eyes, holding three parts embarrassment and seven parts longing.

"Enough talk!" She suddenly fiercely tore off his belt, her eyes full of yearning: "Quick, have me now!"