Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 539: Three Hundred - Forty-Six

Chapter 539: Three Hundred: Chapter Forty-Six

Soundlessly, his fingers curled slightly.

With a "zi la" sound, the already overstretched black fabric torn at the edges simply gave way.

The slowly splitting cloth mouth instantly widened another inch downwards, forming a beautiful V-shape and continued to spread downwards.

Caught off guard by this sudden change,

the seductive curve that was slowly taking shape turned into a fair and enticing crevice in an instant.

After doing all this, Xu Yuan did not stand up.

He kept his back straight, kneeling by her legs on the soft couch, gazing down at her with an interested look.

Li Qingyan propped herself with one hand on the soft couch, her body leaning backwards, her long and fair legs were appropriately full, and the pair of cloud-stepping lotus boots even added a few touches of playfulness.

The arched waist made her curve even more voluptuous.

The gorgeous crimson pupils in her eyes were like stars falling, fixated as if they could captivate souls.

Even at this point, Xu Yuan still couldn’t see even a trace of a woman’s shyness on the face or in the eyes of the wrapped chest princess before him.

The tearing of the black satin wrapped chest continued, but Xu Yuan’s finger did not offer any further help.

One should live life with a sense of ritual and fun.

Listening to the pleasant sound of the fabric tearing slowly, seeing the enchanting sight of it flashing in and out of visibility, this process was far more exciting than gulping it down in one bite.

Leaning down slightly, Xu Yuan’s voice was soft and moist:

"You... seem very nervous?"

While speaking,

his slender fingertips directly skimmed over the crevice, drawing down along the curve just as she had done to him moments before.

His fingertip traced her midline, the perfect pear-shaped figure, with flawless womanly vest lines on the waist of this female warrior who had slaughtered the Barbarian Tribes.

Consciously suppressing her heartbeat, Li Qingyan’s eyes carried a smile, her gaze half-closed and half-drooped, fixating on his fingers:

"Nervous? It’s just a bit ticklish, but Changtian, you seem rather skilled in your actions."

"Is that so?"

Xu Yuan leaned into her ear, whispering softly, "Why do I hear someone’s heartbeat racing..."

In the midst of their dialogue, Xu Yuan’s fingers had already reached the end of her lower abdomen, not delving further, but instead, they circled around her flat belly before suddenly continuing downward.

Feeling his actions, Li Qingyan seemed to suffocate as ripples began to spread in her heart.

Yet she still showed no expression.

No gripping of the soft couch, no trembling of the delicate body, even her demeanor still carried a hint of an elusive smile.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan laughed and pressed Li Qingyan down onto the soft couch by her shoulders.

No resistance, no retorts, just the accompaniment of the "zzt zzt" sound of tearing fabric.

Her black hair cascading like a waterfall, her skin whiter than snow, her body temperature began to rise bit by bit, and a seductive mist started to appear in those bold and beautiful phoenix eyes.

Feeling her changes, Xu Yuan chuckled lightly, not in a hurry; he turned his head and ran his cultivation technique, sending a message to Mr. Wang, the carriage driver at the helm:

"Mr. Wang, stop as soon as we arrive at the destination, and if someone at the military camp questions us, tell them to scram. The young master has a big deal to negotiate with Qingyan."

If the classic moment is interrupted by things like "cellphone ringtones" during spellcasting, he might become murderous, so he had to prepare in advance.

After finishing these tasks, when he turned his gaze back, he noticed that Li Qingyan’s eyes carried a hint of amusement.

"What are you laughing at?"

Li Qingyan lay back on the soft couch, her eyes sparkling with a star-like smile:

"At the speed of this carriage, it will take a quarter of an hour to reach the military camp."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan was stunned, then burst out laughing:

"What do you mean by that?"

Her tongue lightly licked the corner of her lips, Li Qingyan raised her arm and hooked it around his neck, bringing her breath close to his ear:

"You... guess?"

As she spoke,

the black satin wrapped chest completely shattered, and with it, so did the string in his mind.

This woman, she was playing for real.

Amidst her low and seductive laughter, he pinned her forcefully to the soft couch, their gazes locked, Xu Yuan reached for the bend of her long, jade legs and lifted them up, about to take action, when suddenly, he felt a sense of disharmony.

Disharmony...

Because of the eye contact, no, not eye contact, Li Qingyan wasn’t looking at him.

At such a moment, Li Qingyan’s gaze was not on him but tilting her head to look behind him.

A chill went straight from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

As if time had stopped,

Xu Yuan’s movements froze, and hesitantly, he turned to look back.

"....."

There was nothing but emptiness.

Played again.

Turning his gaze back, Xu Yuan’s look at the woman beneath him had grown slightly hostile:

"Li Qingyan, playing these tricks..."

Before he could finish his words, a dangerous Energy Mechanism suddenly emerged behind him.

Quite abruptly,

and it was an Energy Mechanism that could be perceived without the need for spiritual vision.

"....." Xu Yuan.

The finger lightly caressing the lower end of Li Qingyan’s abdomen trembled slightly, and immediately, Li Qingyan voiced a charmingly seductive moan in response, her low and husky voice carrying a hint of allure:

"Mmm... What is this princess playing at?"

"....," Xu Yuan.

Was the Energy Mechanism behind him from Tianyan or was it this wicked woman playing tricks?

Xu Yuan suddenly felt a longing for power again.

If he were still the Mortal Transcendence ghost as before, he would have been able to detect in an instant whether there was a third person in the carriage.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Yuan turned his gaze back once again.

And this time,

he saw an object.

A wooden stick, thick and long.