A Mothers Fury (4)
Hui Mian stepped forward and grabbed Shi Rong by her chin. "You shall need a disguise in order to get around without raising suspicion. Sense we are within the Duan Qin Realm where Semi-Angels are known to reside I shall disguise you as and angel. Your pretty enough to pass as one, all I need is white lotus hair color and white eye ink."
Quijie pulled out his hand as a cloud of smoke erupted from his palms revealing one large jar of white bubbling liquid and a small glass container of white colored paste.
Hui Mian smiled and immediately pulled the materials from Quijie's hands. "This should last at least a month so no matter what tricks they pull they can't trace it back to you unless they are skilled enough to see through your disguise."
Hui Mian slashed the white bubbling liquid into Shi Rongs black charcoal hair rubbing in the liquid as it burned and turned a light shade of white. She carefully applied the white paste onto Shi rongs dark eyelashes and eyebrows. She stepped back and peered at Shi Rong then used her hand to lightly brush her hair over the red stone embedded into her forehead hiding it beneath her now white hair.
Hui Mian stepped back and smiled before it quickly faded into a frown. "Not good." She pulled off her white robes revealing a long white night dress underneath and handed them to Shi Rong. "Most angels are dressed in white or light colors, I only wear white because I'm a hare and it suits me best but you need to wear it to fit your character."
Shi Rong grabbed the white robes and slipped into the courtyard outside. She hid behind one of the many statues of Hui Mian and untied her red robes allowing them to fall to the ground. Her snow white skin shined in the brightly lite courtyard causing Ling Yiyao to blush slightly as he crept towards the unsuspecting woman.
He approached her from behind as she started to slip her arm into the sleeve and immediately pressed her body against the statue invading her lips.
Shi Rong was caught by surprise dropping the robe to the ground. Her lightly colored short dress clung to her body as she was pressed against the statue.
She could feel his arms tighten around her waist as his kiss became deeper. "Rong'er" He called her name sweetly in between kisses.
Remembering her current state her face flushed a deep red as she began trying to push Ling Yiyao away but a small soft delicate voice interrupted them causing Ling Yiyao's brows to twitch in frustration and Shi Rong's face to turn even more red from embarrassment.
"You stupid perverted father, I knew you couldn't be trusted attacking mother while she is barely clothed. HOW DISGUSTIG!"
Mo Yu flew into a small rage pounding his small little fist into Ling Yiyaos leg as he shouted at him.