Spellbound . . .
The young girl raised her head to look at Cha Eun Xiao. A fleeting glance was exchanged, and then she lowered her head again. Her heart raced, and she felt Cha Eun Xiao's large hand moving around her waist, causing her skin to heat up.
A blush spread across her cheeks as she lay quietly in his arms. Her heart pounded, and her body grew warmer. Her face felt like it was on fire.
Cha Eun Xiao was acutely aware of the same sensations. As he gazed at Bing-Er, he noticed her lying in his arms with a blushing, adorable face. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she attempted to remain composed while held in his arms.
The sight of her pretty face was irresistible to Cha Eun Xiao. He was deeply moved, gently lifting her to face him. Bing-Er's body trembled, and she sensed that something was about to happen, so she tightly shut her eyes, her eyelids quivering.
Both Cha Eun Xiao and Bing-Er were inexperienced in matters of romance. Unable to suppress their natural impulses, Cha Eun Xiao instinctively moved his head toward Bing-Er, and their lips touched tenderly.
Bing-Er was momentarily stunned and her body stiffened. Her eyes remained tightly closed as she anticipated the soft kiss and yearned for more.
Gradually, their yearning intensified. Bing-Er felt something warm and moist pressing between her lips. Unable to contain herself, she began to gasp as their lips separated, and their tongues connected.
Their tongues danced together, sending electric-like sensations through Bing-Er's body. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, she raised her arms and wrapped them around Cha Eun Xiao's neck.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Bing-Er hugged him tightly, feeling his touch on her body, which seemed to set her skin on fire. She began to pant heavily, almost as if she was suffocating.
Wherever Cha Eun Xiao's hands roamed, they left a trail of burning sensations. Bing-Er felt pliant, as if she were clay molded according to his desire.
Their lips parted after a while, and Bing-Er still kept her eyes closed, too afraid to open them. She could feel Cha Eun Xiao's lips gently exploring her face, bestowing affectionate kisses on her nose, eyebrows, ears, and more. Each touch was filled with tenderness.
Bing-Er felt like she was melting under his affectionate kisses. When his hands moved upwards from her waist, they hesitated for a moment but eventually rested on her soft and warm bosom. Bing-Er couldn't suppress a moan, and her body went limp in his arms.
"Master... Master..." She murmured, her lips meeting his. This time, it was her tongue that explored his mouth, engaging in a passionate dance with his.
Cha Eun Xiao was initially taken aback by her boldness but soon reciprocated with an equally fervent response. The two shared a passionate moment, lost in their desire.
Finally, they couldn't contain their desires any longer. As Cha Eun Xiao continued to kiss the beauty in his arms, he lifted her up. He stood, holding her, and carried her into his room.
Although he was a virgin, driven by primal instincts, he acted as any man might in that moment.
Bing-Er gasped heavily, her face resting against his chest. She kept panting, her thoughts reflecting her silent permission: "No matter what Master wants to do with me, I will say yes."
This silent agreement was her way of showing her support.
In three quick strides, Cha Eun Xiao entered the room and gently laid Bing-Er on the bed. Her eyes remained tightly shut. A powerful, warm body settled on top of her, and a soft moan escaped her lips. She nudged the Ice Soul Sword, which lay on the bed, away a little, thinking, "Hmm, this is too cold and hard."
The sword was undeniably precious to Bing-Er, and she cherished it deeply. However, today was different. She found herself compelled to put it aside because she had discovered something that meant even more to her.
It was a simple, subtle shift, but she felt a blazing warmth throughout her entire body.
Although she wished he hadn't noticed her inner turmoil, reality proved otherwise. Bing-Er was taken aback as the heavy and warm weight on her suddenly ceased its movements.
And then, it didn't move for a long time.
Bing-Er couldn't hide her surprise. She felt a deep sense of shyness, but she decided to open her eyes and look at Cha Eun Xiao. To her astonishment, he had returned to his usual self.
He was gazing intently at something.
That something was none other than the Ice Soul Sword.
Cha Eun Xiao stared at the sword, gritting his teeth. He was unsure whether to feel grateful or resentful toward the sword.
The burning impulsiveness within him had nearly consumed him, but now it was extinguished by the sword.
His eyes regained their clarity and sanity.
He let out a sigh and slowly rose from Bing-Er's body. In a gentle tone, he spoke, "Bing-Er, I am truly sorry. I was on the verge of making a grave mistake. Please, get some rest and have pleasant dreams."
Bing-Er was bewildered. She gazed at Cha Eun Xiao, no longer bashful. She inquired, "Master, did I do something wrong? Why are you..."
Cha Eun Xiao sighed deeply, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. It was my mistake. I nearly made a terrible error."
As he glanced at the sword, a slim figure materialized in his mind.
Jun Yinglian.
She appeared in his thoughts so unexpectedly.
Dressed in pristine white, she stood atop a snow-capped mountain. Her eyes seemed to hold sway over his emotions, clear as ice. She gazed at him, her gaze full of sadness.
Ye Xiao could feel the sorrow in her eyes as if she were speaking directly to him.
"Cha Eun Xiao! 'I regret that I let you be alone; if there is a next life, I promise I will accompany you to travel the world.' Cha Eun Xiao, do you remember what you said?"
"To evade the tears of a beauty, to spare her heart. When death comes one day, to become an unfettered cloud! Cha Eun Xiao, you evaded the tears of a beauty. But do you know how many tears I've shed for you? You didn't want to hurt my heart, but you've hurt me deeply."
"Cha Eun Xiao, I hate you!"
"I hate you!"
Cha Eun Xiao felt as though a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over his head.
In that moment, all impulses had faded away. There was no more recklessness.