"I see that your cultivation has already reached the Mahayana realm, so why is your body so weak?" Song Weizhi, still reluctant, spoke kindly to the little girl.
"Maybe it's because I've been too tired these past few days. Senior Sister, don't worry. I just need a good night's sleep," the little girl, with a pair of watery peach blossom eyes, looked at Song Weizhi.
Song Weizhi sighed, seeing the girl's hands trembling in pain. Her heart tightened as well, not wanting to prolong the situation. She asked directly, "Xia Xia, I heard from Zhou Yeran that you were forced down the Blood Devil Cliff by that scoundrel Gao Chengxuan. Have you fallen into demonic cultivation?"
Song Zhixia seemed unprepared for Song Weizhi to ask directly. She froze for a moment, her eyes slightly red. She didn't want Song Weizhi to know that she had fallen into the demonic path, but she also didn't want to deceive her. She struggled to sit up from the bed and leaned on the bedside.
"Senior Sister, I'm sorry. I didn't want to deceive you, but my appearance is too ugly. I was afraid of scaring you, so I suppressed the demonic qi with spiritual qi. I just wanted to see you and then leave. I'm sorry; I just missed you too much and couldn't help but come to find you, wuwuwu."
As the little girl spoke, tears rolled down, and Song Weizhi felt a pang of heartache. She reached out to wipe away the tears gently and comforted in a soft voice, "I'm not upset because of this. Suppressing demonic qi with spiritual qi is harmful to your body. Look, you're sweating so much. Be obedient, don't suppress the demonic qi anymore."
The gentler Song Weizhi's voice became, the more wronged Song Zhixia felt in her heart. Her tears seemed endless, and she cried with sobs, yet she couldn't help but refute in a soft voice, "No, it's too ugly, wuwuwu. Senior Sister only likes pretty girls. I don't want Senior Sister to see me like this. It's not pretty at all."
Song Weizhi was amused by the little girl's antics and pulled her into her arms, comforting her, "No matter how you are, Xia Xia, I like you. Be obedient, don't suppress the demonic qi anymore. It hurts my heart."
"Wuwu, no, it's too ugly. Senior Sister mustn't sea." The little girl, weak and crying, leaned in Song Weizhi's embrace. Her body was delicate and soft, but her mouth was quite stubborn, refusing to relent.
Song Weizhi slightly released her hand that was holding the little girl, and her eyebrows and eyes curved slightly as she looked at the little girl playing tricks in her arms. She could only lightly kiss the little girl's lips and slowly caress them, didn't she? After a while, the little girl was kissed by Song Weizhi and her breath became unstable.
Song Weizhi knew that the little girl was weak, so she didn't dare to kiss her for a long time. "Xia Xia is good, we have all gone through so much. Don't you know what Senior Sister is like? No matter what my Xia Xia looks like, I like it. If Xia Xia doesn't listen, I will be angry," Song Weizhi said sternly.
The little girl nestled in Song Weizhi's embrace, still not fully recovering from the recent kiss. Her eyes, misty and unfocused, gazed at Song Weizhi. Originally, she had planned to watch Song Weizhi leave with just a glance, but her Senior Sister was just too kind to her. Besides, her soul was completely captivated by her Senior Sister, and she had no intention of leaving.
Song Zhixia pondered for a while, biting her lip as she said with a hint of sadness, "Senior Sister, you can't abandon Xia Xia, and you're not allowed to find other pretty girls."
Song Weizhi spoke gently, "Alright, whatever Xia Xia says, that's what it is. Besides, in my eyes and heart, there's only Xia Xia. Where else would there be other girls?"
Song Zhixia bit her lip lightly, snuggled against Song Weizhi's neck, and then spoke, "It's not true. That day, I saw you with another girl. Senior Sister hasn't even carried me before."
Song Weizhi chuckled, "The person I carried that day was a Senior. She was treated terribly by that beast Zhou Yeran and only had three months left to live. Let's not talk about that. Xia Xia, be good, and don't suppress the demonic qi with your spiritual qi."
Not wanting to delay any longer, Song Weizhi knew that suppressing the demonic qi with spiritual qi would cause significant harm to the body, and she genuinely cared for the little girl.
Seeing her Senior Sister's persistence, Song Zhixia reluctantly withdrew her spiritual qi that was suppressing the demonic qi, leaning on Song Weizhi's shoulder without daring to lift her head. "Senior Sister, don't look at me. I'm so ugly."
"Alright, my Xia Xia is the prettiest. Don't be afraid; Senior Sister is here." Song Weizhi comforted the little girl softly.
Soon, without the suppression of spiritual qi, black energy began to emanate from Song Zhixia's body. Song Weizhi, watching with concern, only felt heartache. Song Zhixia, seeing Song Weizhi remain silent for a long time, thought that Song Weizhi didn't like her current appearance. She cried and said, "Senior Sister, don't look. Do you think I'm ugly? I'll cover it with spiritual qi; I'm afraid of scaring Senior Sister."
"No, Xia Xia, you're not allowed to cover the demonic qi anymore. I'm not joking with you." Saying this, Song Weizhi gently lifted the little girl from her shoulder. However, she had already covered her face with her hands.
Song Weizhi, amused and exasperated, said, "Xia Xia, we'll meet every day in the future. Are you planning to cover your face every day when you see me?"
The little girl, covering her face, hummed for a while but couldn't come up with a retort. Song Weizhi gently placed her hand on the little girl's hand, slowly pulling it away from her face. The little girl initially struggled, but soon stopped. Song Weizhi successfully revealed her face.
The little girl lowered her eyes, too afraid to look at Song Weizhi. A faint smile appeared at the corner of Song Weizhi's lips. It seemed like her little girl was teasing him. Song Weizhi thought the little girl looked even more beautiful than before. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were even more charming, and her originally tender pink lips had turned into a bright red, appearing even more alluring.
Hearing Song Weizhi's soft laughter, Song Zhixia pushed him playfully. In her heart, she was still somewhat anxious. What was Senior Sister laughing at?
Song Weizhi smiled, letting the little girl push him, and said softly, "Clearly, I think Xia Xia looks even prettier than before."
The little girl, feeling a bit uneasy, lifted her head and collided with the gentle gaze of Song Weizhi. She couldn't look away.
Following the direction of the little girl's eyes, Song Weizhi's gaze descended and lingered on the little girl's rosy lips. Leaning in, she kissed her, different from the gentle kisses before. Song Weizhi's kiss was more urgent, holding the little girl tightly in her arms. Having recovered her beloved, she felt happier than anything else.
The little girl didn't resist; she obediently held onto the hem of her clothes around Song Weizhi's waist with both hands, tilting her head to accept the kiss. Until their breaths became uneven, Song Weizhi withdrew slightly, looking at the blushing little girl in front of her. She felt that the two kisses just now not only didn't relieve her, but seemed to make her hungrier.
Seeing Song Weizhi's gaze at her unchanged from before, even more intense than when they first met, the little girl's suspended heart finally settled down a bit. She knew that her Senior Sister wasn't someone who easily switched affections, but she still worried, especially since she had fallen into the demonic path—a fact many righteous cultivators couldn't accept. Fortunately, her Senior Sister didn't mind.
Now feeling at ease, the little girl leaned on Song Weizhi, affectionately rubbing her shoulder against her, and coquettishly said, "Senior Sister, Xia Xia missed you so much. I thought I would never see Senior Sister again."
Song Weizhi gently stroked the little girl's back with one hand and caressed her ear with the other, comforting, "I missed Xia Xia too. This time, we won't be separated again, okay? I found two more soul fragments; I'll give them to Xia Xia later. However…"
"However, what, Senior Sister?" The little girl's eyes sparkled as she stared at Song Weizhi.
"However, those two soul fragments are currently within my soul. To give them to Xia Xia, we need our souls to merge." Song Weizhi kissed the little girl's forehead, placing her lips near her ear.
The little girl felt ticklish from Song Weizhi's breath, and hearing her words, her entire face turned red. But then, her eyes dimmed a bit.
Song Weizhi, seeing the little girl's lack of reaction, asked softly, "What's wrong, Xia Xia?"
Avoiding Song Weizhi's eyes, the little girl whispered, "But I'm a demonic cultivator now. I'm afraid I'm not worthy of Senior Sister. Senior Sister is so good."
Sighing, Song Weizhi knew what the little girl was worried about. She gently placed the little girl on the bed, pulled down the dark-colored canopy, and leaned over the little girl.
The little girl looked at Song Weizhi up close and couldn't help swallowing nervously. "Senior Sister, what are you doing?"
Song Weizhi kissed the tip of the little girl's nose and chuckled softly, "Nothing, just giving my Xia Xia a calming pill. So, you won't think too much and try to run away from me again."
The little girl blushed even more, thinking that her Senior Sister wanted to…
The little girl dared not look into Song Weizhi's eyes and could only glance elsewhere, plucking up the courage to say, "But, but it's still daytime now." After speaking, she nervously pulled at Song Weizhi's clothes.
"Daytime is even better; I can see more clearly." Song Weizhi stared into the little girl's peach blossom eyes, smiling. The little girl's cheeks became even redder, and she shyly held onto Song Weizhi's clothes.
Song Weizhi, while lowering herself, kissed the corner of the little girl's lips. With one hand, she started to untie the little girl's belt. Then, she placed her lips near the little girl's ear and softly asked, "Is it okay, Xia Xia?"
The little girl unconsciously swallowed nervously, her hands gripping Song Weizhi's clothes tightly. As Song Weizhi continued to undress her, she whispered, "Xia Xia, be good. Don't be afraid. I'll be gentle, okay?"
"Um." The little girl's voice trembled.
Song Weizhi undresses the little girl gently. Seeing that she had almost done so, she placed the little girl's hand on her belt and kissed her lips, whispering, "Can Xia Xia help me undress?"
The little girl couldn't withstand this, even her neck blushed. She obediently reached out to untie Song Weizhi's belt, not knowing if it was too tight, and directly turned the buckle on Song Weizhi's belt into a dead one.
Song Weizhi smiled and looked at the shy and anxious expression of the little girl, so she lightly pressed her body and leaned against her shoulder, without any intention of helping.
The author has something to say: whimpering, so pure emotions shouldn't be a problem, right?