Requisition (2)

"Hmmph! I am at the disadvantage? Such nonsense!" Qiaolian snickered playfully. "There are too many sects that want to capture me. But, since you don't see yourself in a disadvantaged position, then, don't blame me later! If you are not changing your mind, I'll give you a bow," she casually added.

Just as she was about to bend her body... Huan Xue quickly caught her shoulder and let her stood straight.

"What are you doing? What bow?" asked Huan Xue in a stern tone.

"The bow for partnership. This is a custom called vow ritual."

What Qiaolian was not aware of is that such a custom was only practiced in the Feng Sect. Feng Lu was just satisfied when he saw the Zhou Clan was bowing to his family. There was no such thing as a bow for partnership or a vow ritual!

"Ohh... this--- you agree to be my cultivation partner?" Huan Xue wanted to clarify if she really agreed.

"Else what? Hehehe, just be sure not to regret your decision!"

"I won't regret it," Huan Xue nodded his head. A faint yet sincere smile curled on his lips. Then, out of a sudden, he bowed to Qiaolian.

"What are you doing? Men cannot bow!" This time, it's Qiaolian who looked serious after seeing him bow at her. She did not expect him to offer such a gesture that she just stood there and did not stop the man right in time.

How unpredictable!

"Huh? My waist is not yet aching... My legs and knees are also healthy... All my bones are in good condition... why can't I bow?" Huan Xue chuckled, obviously jesting. He even dramatically twisted his shoulders and waist to prove his point.

In the Scarlet Islands' territory, people practiced the tradition of reciprocation. They were never bothered by the customs from the outside region.

So, when Huan Xue heard that there was such a thing as a ritual for partnership, he did not think too much of it and bowed at Qiaolian.

"There is only one that should perform the bow!" Qiaolian exclaimed. 'If dual cultivation partners form a family, the head of the family must not bow! Otherwise, the family will lose their fortunes! But, this master actually disregards these rules. Ahh... wait, what am I thinking?!' she continued in her thoughts.

Such rules were just actually made up by the Feng Sect patriarch to make sure that his son would never bow to Qiaolian. He had convinced her that this was a real custom due to the Feng Sect Priest was the one who educate Qiaolian about it.

"Ohh... well, I've done the bow. Then, you won't need to trouble yourself! The incense time is about to end. And, I have some confusion that you need to clarify." Huan Xue casually changed the topic of their conversation as he sensed that Qiaolian would soon lose her control over her consciousness again. "Even if you lost control of your consciousness, can you still have your other senses in your body?"

"Hmmm.... yeah. I can see, I can hear, my senses are still there only I feel like I am a spectator. Why do you ask, Master Huan?"

"Ohh... A spectator... I just want to know. Just in case you'll lose control of your consciousness later."

"In case?"

"Mmn. I'll make sure to consume all your energy and satisfy your inner desire so that you would no longer laugh at me after! In fact, I'll make sure you won't be a spectator."

Qiaolian's face instantly turned red. For some unknown reason, she felt her heart skip a beat. She opened her eyes to speak but before she could say her response, Huan Xue's full lips already covered hers.

In split second, Qiaolian was extremely stunned by the smooth and straightforward action of Huan Xue. But, when she sensed his arms wrapped firmly around her entire waist, she also extended hers and hold his neck, prolonging their kiss.

Huan Xue nibbled her soft lips, tasting all the sweet flavors therein. But, Qiaolian seemed to comprehend his tempo and also copied him, giving a gentle teasing bite on his lips. Huan Xue pulled her body into a tight hug.

Their movements were both synchronous and slow. Sometimes, Huan Xue would sandwich Qiaolian's lips between his and keep sucking, then Qiaolian would also do the same to him.

When the incense of time was over, Huan Xue noticed that Qiaolian's gentle pace turned rough and amorous. From following his action of sucking and biting their lips, her tongue was invading him.

At this point, Huan Xue realized that it was no longer her controlling her consciousness. And Qiaolian... he did tell her that he would make sure she won't be just the spectator.

Huan Xue welcomed her intimate invasion and passionately kissed her. He could feel the hardness underneath his clothes.

But then, he realized, they are still in the middle of the mountains! Oh... how could he forget this matter? There are still enemies outside this thick aura around them!

Huan Xue took a peck at her and parted their lips. His hands followed to hold both sides of her face. "Qiaolian... Do you want to go to my place? It's a pavillion I rented not far from here. Although it's not the best, my room is decent."

It just came to his mind that once they exchanged their primal yin, this dark aura protecting them would soon vanish. Although outdoor cultivation would be beneficial to his elixir, he would not want to be disturbed!

Qiaolian lazily blinked her eyes with an astonished smile on her face. She tipped her feet and moved her mouth next to his right ear and whispered, "Master Huan, you've really made considerations to everything. But, I want here."

Huan Xue took a big gulped and inhaled deeply. "Hmmm... Next time... We will go back here if you want. Not right now. Exchanging our primal essence requires time to absorb and refine. Let's go to my place, okay?"

"Fine," Qiaolian sighed. "Where is your place?"

"It's the pavilion near the port, opposite the restaurants and food stalls," Huan Xue stated and closed his eyes to calm himself.

In just a split second while he was still trying to gather all his composure, he heard Qiaolian speak on his side. "We are here. Which room is yours?"