The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

Chapter 141: Playing with Fire

After Mu Lao left, damn… Su Jingzhe was actually a little nervous.

There was no way anyone would come to disturb him now.

After Mu Lao left, Feng Qingya seemed to let herself go even more.

Her charm spread once again.

Fortunately, her clothes were still normal.

“Is Mr. Su’s bed really that big?”

“Qingya is really curious.”

Her voice remained sultry.

Su Jingzhen felt somewhat helpless.

This was ultimately his territory.

If Feng Qingya wanted to play with fire here, he could reclaim some interest.

After all, he didn’t want to be manipulated by Feng Qingya in this manner.

And he knew that even if he showed some desire at that time, he wouldn’t have had any chance.

But now, he couldn’t always pretend to be a saint in front of Feng Qingya.

He was now cooperating with her and was also the high priest of the Evil Moon Sect.

In terms of identity and strength, he had achieved a certain balance.

So, he felt that he didn’t need to suppress his true feelings all the time, especially when it wasn’t critical.

After all, cultivation was about going with the flow to attain one’s true self.

So, Su Jingzhen smiled at Feng Qingya, “Miss Feng is welcome to take a look.”

“My bed should easily accommodate two people without any problems.”

As he spoke, Su Jingzhen’s gaze towards Feng Qingya finally showed some warmth.

Seeing this, Feng Qingya was slightly surprised.

Su Jingzhen’s occasional behaviors truly puzzled her.

She didn’t know if the passionate Su Jingzhen she saw now was genuine or if the Su Jingzhen who had acted like a snake on the second floor of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion was real.

Though puzzled, she maintained her soft smile, “Naturally, I want to take a look.”

As she spoke, Feng Qingya took the initiative to walk towards Su Jingzhen’s room, continuing her test.

But at this moment, Feng Qingya still didn’t know that she was truly playing with fire today.

Seeing Feng Qingya taking the lead and heading towards his room, Su Jingzhen naturally wouldn’t back down.

He quickly followed.

Su Jingzhen’s room was quite spacious.

But the furnishings were simple: a carved spirit wood table, two delicate chairs, and a spacious stone bed.

“Though Master Su’s place is simple, it’s still tolerable. Shall Qingya stay here for these few days?”

Feng Qingya’s voice remained soft.

As she spoke, she intentionally stretched, her clothing accentuating her perfect figure.

At this moment, Su Jingzhen didn’t choose to suppress his nature. His gaze suddenly became hot.

He smiled and said, “This bed is quite spacious, isn’t it?”

“Sleeping with both of us, there’s more than enough room. But Miss Feng, is this the reward for staying with me for these days?”

As his words fell, Su Jingzhen directly walked to Feng Qingya’s side, intending to wrap his slender waist.

He said that since Feng Qingya dared to play with fire in his territory, he would naturally collect some interest.

As Su Jingzhen reached out, intending to make a move, Feng Qingya casually took a step forward, narrowly avoiding his hand.

Seeing this, Su Jingzhen’s lips curved into a smirk, though inwardly, he couldn’t help but sneer.

He knew all too well that Feng Qingya’s previous actions were all tests, attempts to control him in some way.

But now, if he showed a bit of initiative, Feng Qingya might be the one feeling anxious.

In two lifetimes, Su Jingzhen understood that he couldn’t let anyone control him at any time.

In any relationship, he should maintain control.

Otherwise, in this world of cultivation, he wouldn’t know when disaster would strike.

Despite maintaining his composure, Su Jingzhen deliberately showed intense desire in his eyes.

His breath quickened, and he reached out to close the door that had been left ajar.

Hearing the door shut, Feng Qingya’s heart skipped a beat.

But she maintained her calm demeanor and her gentle smile, although she felt a sense of unease.

Turning back, she saw Su Jingzhen, his eyes slightly reddened, steadily approaching her.

Once again, Feng Qingya felt somewhat stunned.

She only wanted to test him, to resolve her inner doubts.

But now, with Su Jingzhen’s demeanor, she felt a little flustered.

“Master Su, are you… feeling hot?” Feng Qingya looked at Su Jingzhen dryly, asking a somewhat awkward question.

She still couldn’t figure out which side of Su Jingzhen was the real him.

Hearing this, Su Jingzhen swallowed nervously.

His gaze remained fixed on her graceful figure as he nodded.

“Yes, seeing Miss Feng, a fiery flame rises in my heart.”

“Perhaps Miss Feng can help me cool down a bit.” As he spoke, Su Jingzhen moved closer to Feng Qingya again.

His blood qi surged, and he reached out to grab Feng Qingya.

At this moment, Su Jingzhen looked somewhat like a disciple consumed by desire, losing his rationality.

Despite Feng Qingya being at the Foundation Establishment stage, she couldn’t match Su Jingzhen’s speed.

His jade-like hand easily caught hers.

With a tug, Feng Qingya’s slender figure was instantly pulled into Su Jingzhen’s embrace.

Su Jingzhen’s heavy breathing washed over Feng Qingya’s delicate ear, causing her cheeks to flush as her mind spun in confusion.

Though Feng Qingya’s appearance seemed flirtatious, this was the first time she had been in such close contact with a man.

She felt a bit out of place.

Her heart was in turmoil as she began to regret her actions.

She knew she had gone a bit too far this time.

Feng Qingya was well aware of the allure she held over the opposite sex.

At this moment, Su Jingzhen’s hands still rested on her slender waist.

She could feel the scorching heat emanating from his palms.

“Master Su… isn’t this a bit too fast?”

“It’s still early in the day. How about we go wash up first?” Feng Qingya felt somewhat uncomfortable, her body slightly embarrassed.

Hearing her suggestion, Su Jingzhen smiled again, “We cultivators don’t fuss over trivial matters. Day and night are the same.”

As he spoke, his breathing became even more erratic.

But this time, it wasn’t entirely intentional.

Under such close contact, some of Su Jingzhen’s normal reactions had autonomously surfaced.

And Feng Qingya grew more nervous.

Because she felt the hands around her waist slowly inching upwards.