Youyou was left speechless. In these past few days, she had sensed many things from the expressions of the women around her. The beautiful girl lowered her eyelashes again, and they remained down for a long time without rising once more.
For the next three days, Qiao San continued his routine of checking Youyou’s pulse and maintaining her lifeforce. Between the two, the intense hatred gradually eased, settling into a quiet coexistence.
Ghostess was naturally delighted by this change. Qiao San maintained his usual, signature smirk of a rogue, yet Youyou grew increasingly strange. On several occasions, when she saw her mother meticulously adjusting Qiao San’s sleeves or wiping the sweat from his brow, a glimmer of joy would flash in the girl’s eyes—only to be quickly replaced by a conflicted, turbulent light.
Time is the most mysterious force in heaven and earth; it can heal wounds, soothe hatred, and also rob living beings of their lives.
On the morning of the third day, before the sun had risen, the barely mobile Youyou and her mother strolled among rare flowers and exotic plants, whispering softly to each other. Suddenly, Youyou shivered violently and staggered forward, collapsing into her mother’s arms.
Ghostess did not cry out—only tears flowed silently. The fragile mask of cheerfulness was instantly washed away by sorrow. Holding her daughter tightly, she begged one last time, “Xiaoyou, don’t leave your mother. Let Qiao San heal your wounds!”
Her delicate jade-like face twitched, her pale lips turning dark. At such a critical moment, Youyou asked an irrelevant question, “Mother, if Qiao San were to die, would you feel sorrow? Would it hurt as much as this?”
“I…”
Ghostess’s rationality urged her not to waste time, but her mind involuntarily followed her daughter’s words. In an instant, her thoughts raced through a thousand possibilities, yet in the end, she found herself unable to answer.
A strange expression flickered across the pure ghost girl’s face. Her broken words carried an unusual determination as her eyes slowly closed, as if quietly awaiting the moment her soul would scatter into oblivion. “Mother, I understand now.”
“No, Xiaoyou will not die. Qiao San won’t die either. Mother won’t let either of you leave!”
Helpless choices are always filled with pain. The wildness deep within Ghostess erupted amidst her sorrow. Her former aura surged forth from her tri-colored flowing hair, and without hesitation, she scooped up her daughter and rushed straight toward Qiao San’s room.
Youyou knew what her mother intended. Her flickering spirit body radiated a firm resolve once again. “Mother, I don’t want his help. Put me down—I have something important to say!”
“My daughter, don’t blame your mother!”
Her black, green, and red flowing hair cascading like a waterfall, Ghostess’s wild aura overwhelmed her daughter’s words. To save time, the seductive ghost suddenly unleashed her power, sealing her daughter’s voice.
Youyou’s words were cut off mid-throat, like a swan’s elegant neck straining in desperation. Her lips quivered repeatedly, but all was drowned out by her mother’s anxious determination.
“Bang!” The door to Qiao San’s room shattered into pieces. Like a storm, Ghostess burst into the room and rushed to the bedside, shouting at the stunned rogue, “Husband, hurry!”
Tearing sounds filled the air as pieces of cloth flew about. As a mother, Ghostess stripped her daughter bare in mere moments. The tall, graceful, slender body of the girl—neither too thin nor bony—flashed before Qiao San’s eyes like a surging tide.
The overwhelming beauty caused the rogue’s pupils to widen instantly. Before he could react, Ghostess leapt forward, her soft, delicate hands tearing off his clothes in one swift motion, leaving them in joyful shreds scattered across the floor.
“Youniang, are you really making me—ah!”
Qiao San wanted to confirm once more, but the wild Ghostess had no intention of delaying. With one slap, she sent the rogue flying through the air, landing precisely beside Youyou.
Rolling toward her, the rogue landed near the girl whose meridians had been severed, leaving her unable to speak. All she could do was widen her eyes and lift her legs, kicking at the rogue who hadn’t even landed on her yet.
“You woman, don’t act ungrateful! With a body like a bean sprout, do you really think you’re worth my attention?!”
The kick didn’t hurt, but it annoyed him. With a mocking gaze, he deliberately let his eyes roam over Youyou’s slender frame. Even as his sharp words echoed in the air, his hands acted contrary to his words, instinctively reaching out to grasp her long, delicate leg, his fingers gliding up and down.
“Uh!” At the moment his warm, calloused palm met her smooth, delicate skin, two stifled groans erupted simultaneously from two hearts. The man’s burning strength and the girl’s tender beauty pierced into each other’s souls at once.
The rogue’s breath deepened uncontrollably while the pure girl shivered as if pricked by a needle. Her long legs instinctively tensed.
Though it seemed like a long time, in reality it was but an instant. Ghostess had barely stepped forward to plead with her daughter when she suddenly sensed a sharp rise in the room’s temperature. Experienced as she was, the seductive ghost’s beautiful eyes gleamed, and her anxious tri-colored hair slowly calmed.
Behind the curtains, on the large bed, the rogue suffered another intense “blow.” As Youyou pulled her legs together, a tiny gap opened between her thighs, releasing a faint fragrance of innocence that, though subtle, overwhelmed the senses.
Her jade-like legs flexed and closed once more, hiding the paradise momentarily. But Qiao San’s eyes were sharp—within that split second, he had already etched the forbidden view into his mind.
“Boom!” Desire’s flame instantly ignited into an ocean.
His abdomen tightened, revealing six rigid, rock-hard abdominal muscles. The dragon roared to life, its fiery glow shooting into Youyou’s eyes. The pure girl had never seen such a sight—her innocent heart was thrown into chaos by fear, her limbs flailing wildly.
Ghostess quickly stepped between them, giving her lover a signal to wait. Then, gently embracing her daughter, she soothed Youyou’s soul with her pleas, tears, and maternal love.
Hearing her mother’s tearful begging, the girl’s eyes finally softened. When she heard descriptions of the act between man and woman, the clarity in her gaze became turbulent, replaced by a hazy mist.
“Daughter, every woman must pass through this. We are no longer ordinary beings, so there’s no need for so many restrictions. Besides, would your mother ever harm you? In fact, it’s quite… mm!”
Ghostess whispered into her daughter’s ear, but suddenly, without warning, her voice quivered. Her entire body seemed to ripple like a wave.
Youyou’s face was buried in her mother’s arms, unaware of what had happened. She only felt her mother’s temperature suddenly rise, and then she heard a strange moan escape her lips, causing her to look up in confusion at her strangely behaving mother.
“Hehe…” Qiao San smirked secretly from the side, slowly stepping back to partially withdraw his manhood from Ghostess’s hidden depths, then thrusting forward powerfully, burying himself once more into her famed “ice-and-fire” chamber.
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