All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 503 503: Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-nine_1

The willows swayed gently, their branches laden with morning glories. When the wind breezed by, it brought with it a fragrance that clung to one's sleeves.
Su Bei's eyes widened in astonishment at the scene before him. Dan Wulan's fair neck was dotted with a few spots of crimson, and she lightly shielded her body with her arms. Only the deliberately chosen, gauzy bellyband made of the finest silk was visible. It was as light and thin as cicada wings. Under the hazy moonlight, it faintly revealed the delicate, snow-white skin and the soft, rounded curves within.
Seeing the exceedingly beautiful sight before him, Su Bei subconsciously swallowed, stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around Dan Wulan's waist.
Su Bei quickly shook his head, releasing his Selfless Realm and striving to remain completely lucid. He opened his mouth and said, "That... Lan Bao'er..."
Before he could finish, a pair of slightly cool lips sealed the words he was about to utter. A faintly elegant fragrance filled Su Bei's mouth. This sudden assault intoxicated Su Bei, rendering him speechless for a moment as he gazed at her, enraptured.
Then a fierce determination rose in his heart. Who cared if Ji Baoer was there or not? When opportunity came knocking, there was no sense in pushing it away. It was rare for Lan Bao'er to be so forward today. Could he even consider himself a man if he hesitated?
MMM.
As Su Bei kissed Dan Wulan, her bare hand supported her body, and he held it tightly in his palm. Her pupils suddenly dilated; she hadn't realized kissing had so many variations. Shyness seemed to brim in her cool eyes as she marveled at her own boldness that night, yet she refused to close them, just gazing at him—at the man who had promised her so much.
Su Bei led her to the bed, kissing her deeply, so she didn't notice the strange bulge beneath the covers.
In the dark room, Ji Nanjue's eyes were wide open, starkly visible. Her body stiffened. She barely suppressed a shout, biting her lower lip in disbelief at the scene unfolding before her, her small hand tightly clutching the quilt pulled over her head.
Su Dudu?! Has he gone mad?!
She reached out and pinched Su Bei's waist hard with two fingers. Her breathing quickened, but she dared not reveal herself, only staring at Su Bei with almost pleading eyes. Dan Wulan's back was to Ji Nanjue, so Su Bei could clearly see Ji Nanjue's eyes peering out from beneath the quilt. Yet, seeing that Su Bei—her bedfellow—seemed unmoved, still immersed in the moment, Ji Nanjue couldn't help but grit her teeth in anger.
"Lan Bao'er..." Su Bei lowered his head to grasp her jade-like foot.
Dan Wulan instinctively withdrew her foot but then, remembering his little penchant, relaxed. The perfectly formed foot, just a handful, arched slightly in Su Bei's palm. Separated only by a layer of silk stocking, he felt its soft, pliant nature and couldn't resist squeezing it firmly.
Dan Wulan's pupils constricted slightly. She suddenly felt something stirring behind her and wanted to turn, but Su Bei pulled her close, whispering in her ear, "Be good; don't move."
Then, amidst her bashfulness, he removed her silk stockings. Faint blue veins were visible beneath her skin, and her ten jade-like toes glistened like pearls—smooth, exquisite, and perfectly formed. Su Bei couldn't resist clasping her ankle...
Dan Wulan furrowed her brows slightly, half-closing her eyes as she lay on the bed. Her delicate nose wrinkled again. She could clearly smell a woman's scent on Su Bei's bed that wasn't hers. Just as she was about to question it, the last piece of her clothing fell away.
"Don't be so rough..."
...
Huddled tightly in the corner, Ji Nanjue's face was etched with disbelief. She bit her lower lip, more shocked than she had ever been. This shameless man... How dare he, right before my eyes...
Ji Nanjue's phoenix eyes widened. But seeing Su Bei show no reaction, her cheeks flushed crimson. She wanted to turn away, yet her body disobeyed, her gaze involuntarily stealing glances to the side. Seething with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, she wanted to look away but found herself peeking at everything unfolding.
After some thought, she could no longer bear it. She lifted her hand and pinched Su Bei's waist—hard.
HISS—
Su Bei inhaled sharply.
Dan Wulan quickly stopped, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "Husband... what's wrong?"
Su Bei cleared his throat lightly, casually trying to cover up. "That... I was just overcome by passion."
Dan Wulan's face instantly flushed crimson, and she lightly slapped Su Bei's back. She knew Su Bei too well; there was definitely something strange about his behavior. Ever since she'd arrived, he had been acting somewhat unnaturally, but she couldn't quite figure out why.
Ji Nanjue's eyes grew watery as she watched them. She felt helpless against Su Bei's encroaching advances; it was as if a large hand had already, unknowingly, reached her calf. She could only close her eyes and lean back slightly. Yet she didn't dare make a sound, terrified that Dan Wulan beside her would hear. She clamped one hand tightly over her mouth, forcing herself to turn away and ignore Su Dudu's infuriating actions.
The night was deep and quiet. The room was pitch black, save for the shimmering glow of the moon.