Qin Wanyuan finally broke down.
She admitted to herself that she truly couldn’t remain indifferent while watching her Lin Que being ridden by another woman.
The impact of that scene was simply too overwhelming for her.
Even if… it was nothing more than a memory from the past.
Just moments ago, as she watched the younger Lin Que and Jiang Moqing doing those things together, her mind went completely blank. For a while, her limbs went weak, and her voice caught in her throat.
An unprecedented sense of suffocation engulfed her.
All she could do was stand there in a daze, watching them entangle from the pavilion into the room, stripping off their clothes, all the way to the final moment.
Only when Jiang Moqing’s cry of pain echoed out did Qin Wanyuan snap back to her senses, crying and shouting, desperate to bring an end to this carnal nightmare.
The scene in front of her shattered the moment she barged in.
But the dream didn’t end immediately. Perhaps because of her forceful interruption, countless fragments of memories suddenly flashed before her eyes.
What filled her vision were images of Lin Que and Jiang Moqing, loving and intimate.
Mouth, feet… positions Qin Wanyuan had never seen before, even ones she’d never dared to imagine all played out before her.
Every corner of that cave dwelling bore traces of the two of them.
“No… please, no!”
Qin Wanyuan jolted awake, her right hand reaching forward as if trying to grasp something.
She gasped for breath, her eyes brimming with tears, and only after a long while did she gradually calm down.
Outside the window, the moon still hung high—
It was still the dead of night.
[Host, you just wasted a dream-share talisman.]
The system reminded.
Shut up!
Qin Wanyuan gritted her teeth and snapped at it.
[You’re the host. Whatever you say goes.]
The system sensibly fell silent.
Truth be told, once she calmed down a little, Qin Wanyuan realized she had indeed done something foolish, wasting a rare dream-share talisman.
But she wasn’t some emotionless machine. How could she possibly stay calm while watching her own Dao companion being ridden by another woman?
Turning to the side, Qin Wanyuan saw that Lin Que was still asleep, though his brows were tightly furrowed. It was unclear whether it was because the dream had been interrupted or for some other reason.
What caught her attention even more… was the tent that had risen beneath the blanket.
Although I’ve seen Lin Lang like this occasionally in the mornings… this time, it must be because of Senior Sister Jiang, right?
Looking at the tent formed under the blanket, Qin Wanyuan felt a sour twinge in her heart. Her mind kept returning to that scene in the memory. Jiang Moqing straddling Lin Que.
So bitter.
Even though she knew it wasn’t Lin Que’s fault at all, Qin Wanyuan couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.
Those vivid scenes felt like they had been branded into her brain. It was impossible to erase.
Can it… really feel that good?
Qin Wanyuan pressed her fingertip lightly to her lips, then glanced at the tent again, falling into thought.
***
Meanwhile, Lin Que was once again dreaming of things from a few years ago.
But just when it reached the most critical moment, it was suddenly interrupted for some reason.
A spring dream… It had been a long time since he had one, hadn’t it?
Why would I suddenly dream about that?
Cultivators, by nature, were supposed to fall asleep with their minds calm and clear, sleeping through the night without disturbance. If they did dream uncontrollably, it was usually attributed to the legendary phenomenon of a dream bestowed by an immortal.
It was said that immortals could impart teachings through dreams, allowing one to awaken with sudden enlightenment or perhaps even foresee the future.
But Lin Que didn’t think any of that applied to him.
It was probably just that he had been unexpectedly busy again lately, which stirred up memories of the past—
Yes, that seemed more likely.
Soon, however, his thoughts were distracted by something else entirely.
In his hazy half-asleep state, he felt something soft and warm envelop him.
The sensation was strange. It was so pleasurable it made his waist weak and legs tingle, as if he were about to melt into it.
What… what is this?
He opened his eyes and looked down toward the foot of the bed, only to see a figure curled up there like a kitten, moving with a rhythmic motion. It was swallowing and releasing something repeatedly.
Half-asleep, still trapped in the remnants of his dream, Lin Que instinctively muttered,
“Seni—”
Luckily, he stopped himself just in time.
“…Wanyuan?”
He blinked, and to his surprise, the little “kitten” really was Qin Wanyuan.
“Mmph mmph~.”
Qin Wanyuan mumbled something around her full mouth, then lifted her head and blinked up at him playfully.
“Mmm… it feels good, right?”
Though her words were muffled, Lin Que understood her clearly.
He sat up and reached out to gently stroke her head….feeling, for some reason, like he was rewarding an obedient little cat.
“Hehe~”
Encouraged by his response, Qin Wanyuan became even more earnest in her actions.
It was her first time doing something like this, and her movements were clumsy and inexperienced. Occasionally, her small fangs would accidentally graze places they shouldn’t.
Fortunately, Lin Que had trained in a secret physical refinement technique from the dragon race, making his body far tougher than ordinary cultivators. He could easily withstand such minor mishaps.
Even so, Qin Wanyuan found it difficult to proceed smoothly. After all, she had only learned from fragmented dream memories and lacked any understanding of the details involved.
As a result, time seemed to stretch on endlessly.
It wasn’t until the first light of dawn crept over the eastern hills that Lin Que finally gave a soft warning.
“Wanyuan… you should stop now.”
But Qin Wanyuan gave a light snort through her nose and ignored his words. She pulled forward instead of retreating.
If Jiang Moqing could do it, then so can I!
The next moment, a sudden rush overwhelmed her. A strong, unfamiliar taste filled both her mouth and nose, and her cheeks puffed up instinctively in surprise.
Following the scene from the dream she’d witnessed, Qin Wanyuan tried hard to swallow like Jiang Moqing had….but ended up choking a few times, her eyes brimming with tears. In the end, she had to hastily use her hands to catch the rest, clearly overwhelmed.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Seeing this, Lin Que let out a soft chuckle and gently reached for a cloth to wipe the corners of her mouth with care.
“Wanyuan, what made you think of doing this all of a sudden today?”
In his memory, his own Dao companion had always been a total conservative. Let alone what had just happened, even touching his fierce beast was something she was normally too shy to do.
Could it be that she really had received guidance through an immortal’s dream?
“Well, isn’t it just because… I couldn’t satisfy you? So I read a few more books and learned a bit. How was it?”
Qin Wanyuan blinked as she asked Lin Que.
“Mm, Wanyuan, you were amazing,” Lin Que said, stroking Qin Wanyuan’s head encouragingly.
“With this kind of encouragement, Lin-lang, are you treating me like a child?”
Qin Wanyuan huffed softly, but there was a smile at the corner of her lips. “But who told you that I’m the kind who falls for this kind of thing~”
With that, she cupped her hands, brought them to her lips, and began to sip carefully in small gulps until she finally swallowed it all.
She even stuck out her tongue at Lin Que playfully, signaling that she had finished every drop.
“Was that really necessary…” Lin Que looked at her with a helpless yet amused expression.
“Well, it’s all essence. It would be a waste not to~.”
Qin Wanyuan grinned mischievously, and then Lin Que lifted her into his arms. The two of them went to the bath to enjoy a lovers’ soak before heading back to bed for some more sleep.
***
Meanwhile, in another cave dwelling, Jiang Moqing who should have still been sound asleep slowly opened her eyes.
Perhaps because she had just woken up, her mind was still immersed in the dream. Her beautiful eyes were filled with confusion and lingering intoxication.
She drew her hand out from under the covers and gazed at her slender, fair fingers. Then, she gently placed her middle and ring fingers into her mouth, softly sucking on them….as if savoring something.
“Junior brother…”
She murmured, the blurred image of a figure surfacing uncontrollably in her mind.
“I miss you so much.”
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