“Sister, why didn’t you blush at all when you kissed me just now?”
“Xiao An is still a few hundred years too early if he wants to make Sister feel shy.”
During the first kiss Li Jue had actually felt a similar emotion.
She had sensed her own cheeks also faintly flush red, only it was quickly covered by a crazy desire for possession.
She did not know whether it was the maternal nature derived from raising Ying An, or whether certain desires she had toward him were simply too heavy.
All kinds of contact with Ying An felt so habitual in Li Jue’s eyes.
Compared to shyness, what she felt more was a faint sense of pleasure, and… the desire to take even more.
“If Xiao An doesn’t believe it, you can try. Sister will just sit here. Do whatever you want.”
Ying An was very unconvinced.
He truly did not believe Li Jue could always remain so composed.
Yet when he stretched out his hand and looked at Li Jue’s exquisite and graceful figure, he completely did not know what to do.
He hesitated for a long time, and in the end only mustered the courage to pinch her arm a little.
“Xiao An.”
“Wh… what is it?”
The boy raised his head and looked at her timidly. Li Jue suddenly grabbed Ying An’s hand and placed it on her chest.
He froze for a second, and the moment he realized what had happened he immediately pulled his hand back.
The flush that had just faded a little instantly covered his cheeks again.
“Little dummy. When you were little you slept nestled in Sister’s arms every day, and your drool even flowed onto Sister’s chest every day. Now just touching once makes you so embarrassed you can’t handle it. And with this you still want to challenge Sister.”
Ying An could not reply.
Only after calming down for a good while did he recover his senses.
He looked at his palm.
That soft and plump sensation mixed with Li Jue’s body temperature seemed to still remain on his hand, making it impossible for his heartbeat to steady.
“Wrong, wrong. It must be the other way around. Sister, you try touching me.”
“Xiao An thinks this will work~ Then you say it. Where should Sister touch?”
“Face, hands, stomach, chest—all fine.”
Looking at Ying An’s confident and very certain appearance, Li Jue could not help but chuckle inwardly.
She slowly approached, tilted her head, and brought her face closer and closer, almost about to kiss Ying An’s lips.
He shyly turned his head away and softly said, “Kissing on the mouth doesn’t count…”
“Even kissing you doesn’t make me feel shy. What’s the difference with touching your body? Or could it be… Xiao An, you want me to touch here?”
Li Jue suddenly raised her hand and touched Ying An’s thigh.
For a moment he froze, staring blankly at Li Jue, allowing that soft and delicate hand like a tender shoot to press against him.
“Sister! What are you doing?!” Ying An hurriedly pulled away, creating a few steps of distance.
“Wasn’t it you who told Sister to touch?” Li Jue tilted her head and pointed a finger at the side of her face.
“Look, my face isn’t red even a little bit.”
Ying An stared at her beautiful side profile for a moment and found not the slightest flaw.
Only he himself was especially sensitive and reacted intensely.
He slowly walked back and sat down beside Li Jue again. She, however, picked up the wine bottle and handed it to him. “Come, take a sip of wine to calm down.”
“Didn’t you say I’m not allowed to drink?”
“That’s right.”
Li Jue smiled and withdrew her hand.
“So if Xiao An dares to take it, Sister will hang you up and thoroughly spank your butt.”
Ying An pursed his lips and inadvertently spat out these few words.
“Bad woman.”
This made Li Jue fail to react for a moment. “Where did you learn this phrase?”
“It was Sister Jiuer who taught me last time. She also taught me another phrase, but I didn’t dare say it…”
“Say it. It’s fine.”
Li Jue narrowed her eyes and looked at Ying An.
He swallowed, carefully squeezed those three characters out of his mouth. “Stinky… stinky fox.”
As his voice fell, a snow-white fox tail grew out from behind Li Jue, wrapped around Ying An’s waist, and placed him onto Li Jue’s lap.
Then she raised her hand and heavily spanked Ying An’s butt once.
“Didn’t you say it was fine?”
“I did say that, but Sister is a bad woman. The words of a bad woman cannot be trusted.”
As she spoke, she slapped Ying An’s butt again with a smack, clear and loud.
“You don’t learn the good things, yet every day you learn this from Chu Jiuer. You even dare to scold Sister. Your guts are really thick.”
“I was wrong. Don’t hit anymore. It hurts so much. Sister smells very fragrant. You’re not stinky at all.”
“I’ve lived for several thousand years, and there really haven’t been many who dare call Sister a stinky fox. Chu Jiuer counts as one, and you count as one! And another thing—Sister is a fox demon! A fox demon! In the past there were even people who called Sister a fox immortal. Look at you, learning from others to scold Sister, is that it?”
“I’m sorry! Sister, don’t hit anymore. I won’t dare ever again!”
Li Jue kept hitting until Ying An’s screams of pain carried a crying tone before she stopped.
She released her tail.
The boy straightened his body and knelt beside her, his butt floating in the air, not daring to touch anything.
He carefully and cautiously raised his head to look at Li Jue.
She had not completely calmed down yet.
Her breathing was heavy, and her full chest rose and fell slightly.
Li Jue also noticed Ying An looking at her, furrowed her brow, and glared at him.
He timidly lowered his head again.
“Will you still dare to scold Sister in the future?”
“I won’t dare. I’ll never dare again. Sister is a good woman, the best fox demon in the world… no, Fox Immortal.”
“That’s more like it.”
Li Jue shook her hand. The spanking had made her hand a little sore. “Alright, stop kneeling. Come sit back.”
Ying An shook his head and raised one foot into a half-kneeling posture. “My butt hurts. I can’t sit.”
“Then go back and sleep. It’s quite late already.”
“Mm. Sleep, sleep.”
The two stood up, patted the dust off their bodies, and returned together to the second-floor living room.
Ying An now slept alone. He let out a big yawn and said goodnight to Li Jue before returning to his room.
In a daze Li Jue felt somewhat unwilling. She watched Ying An’s figure without speaking. The boy called her in confusion. “Sister?”
These past two or three years Ying An had almost always slept in his own room.
When boys grow up they all come to know the need to avoid suspicion between men and women, and they also want more space alone.
She understood. Yet no matter the reason, the behavior of Ying An actively creating distance simply made her very displeased, very unhappy.
Why was she the only one who wanted to draw closer, to possess the other more?
He was still cuter when he was little…
She approached Ying An and pressed both hands on his shoulders.
“Xiao An, look into my eyes.”
“What’s wrong?”
The moment their eyes met, a thread of demon power quietly began to flow in Li Jue’s eyes.
She exhaled a breath toward Ying An.
The aura mixed with demon power surged into Ying An’s body.
Gradually, his consciousness sank into silence, turning him into a puppet that could be manipulated at will.
She leaned close to Ying An’s ear and said a few words.
Afterward the boy unconsciously followed her to her room.
From the forehead, to the collarbone, then the chest, the lower abdomen… she liked every inch, every place on Ying An’s body.
Li Jue licked her own crimson lips and curved a smile that was both obsessed and seductive.
Ying An was like a puppet, as if countless threads controlled his movements.
He raised his hand and did those things that Li Jue wanted him to do…