CHAPTER 663: CHAPTER 581: ENTWINING FINGERS TENDERLY_2

The inadvertent panting sounds that seemed unintentional now have a soft tone reminiscent of a cat’s mewling.

Baili Bai was startled by her movement and couldn’t help but look down at her.

The Enchanting Demon had always struggled to control her pride and emotions; at the moment, Ning Feiyan’s eyes, brimming with helplessness and disgrace, bore deep into the soft mattress, her cheeks soaked with sweat. Yet, she seemed to still be stubbornly clinging to her last bit of stubbornness and dignity, not seeking help out loud.

The little finger that hooked Baili An’s pinky trembled slightly, as though it could loosen with just a gentle struggle.

After staring silently at the teacup on the desk for a long time, Baili An finally sighed softly. He curled his pinky, tightening their fingers and gently tugged, saying softly, "Come closer."

Ning Feiyan’s eyes, blurred by mist, widened slightly, seemingly taken aback by his gentle tone. She slowly lifted her somewhat enduring face that was flushed with the heat of passion. Her teeth chattered as she slowly crawled towards him.

She crouched as meekly and quietly as a cat sitting on Baili An’s lap, her eyes rimmed red.

A cool breeze entered the room, gently blowing the thin gauze curtains.

Baili An reached out and gently stroked the soft hair that fell across her back, his movements as soothing as one would calm a frightened kitten.

Ning Feiyan generally disliked being touched by others, but her body, belonging to the Enchanting Demon, greatly enjoyed his touch. She narrowed her eyes and hummed lowly, her demeanor growing ever more compliant and docile.

She absentmindedly rubbed her cheek against Baili An’s thigh, her back arching slightly and inadvertently showing off the elegant and graceful curves of her waist and back.

Gradually, simply touching her hair seemed insufficient to satisfy her. Ning Feiyan lifted her pretty face; her snow-white throat moved, giving off a soft, uneasy sound.

Baili An felt a bit at a loss. He withdrew his hand from her hair and gently wiped her burning cheeks. The coolness of his touch seemed to offer her instant comfort.

Ning Feiyan pressed her chin against his palm and rubbed.

Having never seen her like this, Baili An couldn’t help but laugh.

Suddenly, the coquettish woman in his palm lowered her head and bit gently on his finger. When she looked up, her eyes were filled with the peachy desire typical of the Enchanting Demon race.

Perhaps this was a natural skill of the Enchanting Demon clan—such a gaze was too guided and suggestive. Even Baili An, who was inexperienced with the affairs of love, seemed to understand something instinctively.

He slowly withdrew his elongated index finger, gently touched her fair as jade nose tip, and asked tentatively, "This?"

Ning Feiyan half propped herself up, her whole body softly sliding into his embrace, her cheeks buried in his chest, her trembling hands clutching at his open robes, and she murmured a muffled ’mm-hmm.’

That sound was tantalizingly seductive.

Baili An’s face flushed as he listened. His hand slid from her shoulder, down her slender and graceful spine...

Suddenly, Ning Feiyan arched sharply, clinging tightly to him, her voice sobbing.

In a world turning light, as the dawn approached, with unyielding rain beating on heavy eaves, bamboo crying tears, and misty windows, the long night intertwined with dawn, making the flowers and trees especially serene.

The rain fluctuated, eventually becoming heavier, covering distant mountains with endless clouds, mirroring the rivers and mountains in a magnificent view, a solitary Purple Butterfly flower slowly blooming amid the long night, dazzling anyone who beheld it.

The clouds cleared, the morning fog blurred.

In the aftermath of the night rain, the sky did not clear, and daylight barely penetrated through the window screens.

The light inside the palace flickered dimly, extremely quiet.

In Ning Feiyan’s arms, what was once Baili An had turned into a pillow. He sat slightly away from her, as if deliberately keeping a distance, yet their entwined little fingers remained firmly connected from start to finish.

Ning Feiyan’s purple dress was disheveled, and she seemed extremely tired. A light sweat emerging on her forehead dampened her hair, sticking it to her cheeks, making her look irresistibly alluring.

The blush on her face had not yet faded, and the moisture in her eyes lingered, but her eyes no longer held a confused and helpless look.

Baili An quietly glanced at her and patted her hand before slowly separating their fingers. Only then did he stand up to light the stove, warm up some tea, and brought a steaming cup of clear tea to the bedside.

Ning Feiyan wanted to pretend to be asleep and brush it off, but the faint sound of footsteps under the bed made her look up involuntarily; regretfully, she met Baili An’s dark eyes.

Her heart slightly in turmoil, realizing feigning sleep was futile, Ning Feiyan clutched the soft pillow in distress, biting her nails and frowning heavily.

Initially, she thought the shy young man would leave, but instead, he took a new belt from the wardrobe, tidied up his appearance, and then sat beside the bed with an exemplary demeanor. He handed her a cup of warmed tea and said, "Why don’t you take a sip of warm tea to calm down?"

Ning Feiyan instinctively resisted his tender gesture, frowning and said, "I’m not thirsty."

Her voice was unexpectedly husky.

Baili An’s brows furrowed, his tone unusually stern, "Drink it."

Ning Feiyan was about to scold him, but her gaze suddenly fixed on the tip of his finger holding the tea.

He held the tea cup steadily, so where did the moisture on his fingertip come from?

Blushing, Ning Feiyan lost all her composure. She hugged the pillow tightly, awkwardly moved her head towards the cup in his hand and took a sip of tea.

Even she didn’t realize her actions resembled those of a well-kept pet.

The teacup soon emptied.

The dry heat in her throat felt comfortably warm.

Ning Feiyan licked her lips, about to speak.

At that moment, Baili An calmly placed the empty cup down, propped his elbow on his knee, and rested his chin on his palm, gazing at Ning Feiyan with an indecipherable depth in his eyes, "On such an important day, you don’t stay properly in your palace but run here to munch on beans and nibble seeds. Did you have fun?"

His words didn’t sound mocking; more teasing, but it still left Ning Feiyan with no face to respond.

Again and again, due to embarrassment, she acted like a timid woman, which was entirely unlike her usual manner.

She, Ning Feiyan, even if utterly defeated, needed to respond perfectly composed.

"Enjoyed myself? Master Si Chen might be too confident or simply underestimates me." Her eyes, still carrying a hint of seductive moisture, flickered low towards his hand, half-mocking, half-teasing, "That is enough to satisfy?"

Baili An laughed, amused. This dog-like demeanor that doesn’t recognize others when wearing a dress truly deserved a beating, he raised his hand pretending to hit her on the head as punishment, but Ning Feiyan, fearless, acted as though she were scared and shrunken.

Baili An’s motion softened unexpectedly, changing direction, his palm folding and his pinky hooking onto the pinky of Ning Feiyan’s hand that was clutching the pillow.

He looked at her with a half-smile, asking, "Really?"

His voice was gentle, grazing past like a feather touching the heart, making Ning Feiyan’s heart flutter slightly, ticklish yet unreachable.

She had been careless.

This fellow had the gentle, clean face of a scholar but spoke in a way that seemed more like a little demon in scholar’s clothing, enticing to no end.

Ning Feiyan scoffed, thinking these were just leftovers she played with and discarded, yet he dared to show off in front of her.

After internally despising him for a moment, she didn’t notice her own pinky also responding with strength. She turned her cheek away and lightly snorted, "Your skills might be lacking some, but the tea is quite good."

Baili An chuckled lightly.

Ning Feiyan glared at him annoyed, "Today’s events, don’t speak of them!"

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