Chapter 883: Tender Passion in the Flower Field

Chapter 883: Chapter 883: Tender Passion in the Flower Field

"Are you shy?"

Yang Cheng chuckled softly and reached out to brush away the hair from her face.

"I’m not."

Cheng Lanxin stubbornly denied it, but her ears had already turned red. She never expected to feel such emotions for a stranger.

For a moment, her heart was filled with both self-reproach and a secret exhilaration.

Yang Cheng didn’t expose her, instead he bent down and whispered softly in her ear, "Don’t be nervous, I’ll make you happy."

The warm breath sprayed onto her ear, causing Cheng Lanxin’s body to tremble lightly and her heartbeat to accelerate.

Yang Cheng’s kisses fell again, this time not on her lips, but on her eyes, the tip of her nose, and cheeks. He didn’t miss any spot, kissing delicately as if painting a beautiful picture.

Cheng Lanxin closed her eyes, savoring his tenderness and subtlety, allowing her fear and nervousness to gradually dissipate, replaced by an indescribable flutter.

Yang Cheng’s kisses traveled down her cheeks, landed on her slender neck, lightly sucking and leaving a faint pink mark.

"Mm..."

A soft moan escaped Cheng Lanxin’s lips, and her body arched slightly.

Yang Cheng’s large hand roamed over her body, gently caressing her waist, abdomen, and thighs through the thin fabric.

Each touch was just right, igniting desire wherever it landed.

Cheng Lanxin’s breathing became more rapid, her body hotter, and she couldn’t help but moan softly, her body twisting uncontrollably.

She had never experienced such sensations before, her body unusually hot, eager for him to proceed further, yet his fingers continued to tease, making her hunger even more unbearable.

"Yang Cheng."

She called his name softly, voice hoarse and enchanting.

"Mm?"

"Can you... can you not touch anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Cheng understood, chuckled softly and said, "Don’t rush, I’ll give it to you soon."

He untied the straps of her dress, the red dress fell open like petals, revealing the alabaster skin beneath.

Cheng Lanxin’s body trembled, her hands instinctively moved to cover herself, but Yang Cheng gently held them down.

"Your body is beautiful, I want to see."

His voice was deep and gentle, full of sincerity in his eyes.

The scene before them was so beautiful it was hard to look away, a woman with skin fairer than snow lay amidst the flowers, her dark hair cascaded around her, her delicate face flushed with desire, her gaze shy and blurred.

Her ample bosom stood proud, her waist delicate and slender, and below that was springtime limitless, making Yang Cheng feel almost consumed by desire.

Seeing his eyes filled with longing, Cheng Lanxin’s breathing quickened as she slowly let go of her hands covering her chest.

Yang Cheng lowered his head, kissing her collarbone and downward, stopping at her chest to hold the pink bud.

"Ah..."

Cheng Lanxin let out a soft cry, fingers threading through Yang Cheng’s hair, unsure if she wanted to push him away or hold him tight.

Yang Cheng’s nimble tongue teased, feeling it harden slowly in his mouth, Cheng Lanxin’s body grew softer, hotter, and her moans more frequent.

"Yang Cheng... don’t... stop."

Her voice carried a slight sob, sounding like pleading, yet also like coquettishness.

"Don’t stop, right? I’ll satisfy you."

Yang Cheng’s mouth curled into a playful smile, his tongue quickening its pace, driving Cheng Lanxin to madness.

He hadn’t expected the sensations in the Illusion Realm to be so intense, and the woman beneath him too sensitive, almost letting go just from a moment of sucking.

He looked at her eyes filled with daze and flushed cheeks, knowing she was ready.

He bent down against her, bodies tightly pressed together, no barriers between.

"It might hurt a bit, bear with it."

"Mm."

Cheng Lanxin nodded, closed her eyes, fists gripping the petals beneath her tightly.

Yang Cheng lifted her legs, slowly thrusting forward, entering her.

"Ah..."

Cheng Lanxin let out a muffled sound, her brows furrowed, body arching slightly, but she resisted the urge to push him away.

Yang Cheng didn’t rush to move, instead he kissed her lips, hands gently stroking her body to ease her discomfort.

After a while, Cheng Lanxin’s brows relaxed, her body no longer tight.

"It’s okay."

She said softly, voice hoarse.

Yang Cheng started moving slowly, gently, as if testing her endurance.

Cheng Lanxin’s body swayed gently with his movements, soft moans escaping her lips like a beautiful nocturne.

As the rhythm quickened, Cheng Lanxin’s moans grew louder, more frequent, her body growing softer until it lay limply like a pool of water among the flowers.

"Yang Cheng... faster... a bit faster."

She gasped, hands climbing his neck, legs entwining his waist, matching his frantic movements.

Yang Cheng quickened his pace, driving deep each time, hitting her body’s softest spots.

Cheng Lanxin’s body trembled violently, high-pitched moans escaping her lips, as if she was a flower drenched by a storm, swaying in the wind and rain.

"Ah! I’m there... I’m almost there..."

She screamed, her body suddenly tightened as she reached the peak, then softened into a puddle, gasping for breath.

Yang Cheng didn’t stop, continuing to move, lifting her to one peak after another.

The wind in the flower field blew again, petals whirling down around them.

Sunlight broke through clouds, bathing the world in golden light.

The two of them were lost in the flower field, forgetting time, forgetting identity, just indulging in primal pleasure.

Who knows how long it lasted, Cheng Lanxin’s body suddenly emitted a dark red glow, encircling them, growing brighter, and finally turning into a pillar of light, shooting into the sky.

"What’s this..."

Cheng Lanxin looked at the glow on her body in surprise.

"The Source Energy’s defenses are lifted."

Yang Cheng felt True Qi begin to circulate inside him, the oppressive feeling completely dissipated.

He took a deep breath, slowly injecting True Qi into Cheng Lanxin’s body, following the glow’s guidance to find the Rabbit Source Qi’s origin.

It was a dark red bead, suspended in Cheng Lanxin’s Dantian, its surface flowing with faint light.

Yang Cheng condensed True Qi into threads, carefully wrapping the bead, slowly pulling it outward.

The bead sensed danger, vibrating violently, trying to break free from True Qi’s hold, but soon quieted, allowing Yang Cheng to pull it out from Cheng Lanxin’s body.

Once outside, the bead lost its glow instantly, then turned into a wisp of blue smoke, disappearing in the wind.

Yang Cheng knew Cheng Lanxin’s strand of soul would dissipate, holding her tightly, kissing her lips.

Technically, their mission was complete, Cheng Lanxin shouldn’t cooperate, but after such intense passion, she couldn’t not feel a ripple in her heart, instinctively matching Yang Cheng’s kisses.