Chapter 1205: Chapter 505: “How About I Find You a New Stepdad?”

"Master is so weak right now~"

The slightly playful voice slipped out from Zhiyu’s lips, and with her wrist jerking lightly back and forth, Lu Jin’an’s face inevitably darkened a few shades.

Was that something one could just say out loud?

If it weren’t for his serious injuries not yet healed, how would he have ended up half-standing, half-collapsing like this?

And this rebellious disciple still dared to tease him?

Lu Jin’an suddenly understood how his own Master had felt back when he mocked him for being a weak chicken.

But the difference between a man and a woman’s mood in this kind of matter was also painfully obvious—just like between his Master and himself.

No matter how weak Master was, if he wanted it, he only needed to lie down in bed and wait.

But if he couldn’t get his own might to rise, then he couldn’t do anything at all.

Thinking of this, Lu Jin’an let out a dry chuckle. "Zhiyu, do you know what the consequences are for teasing your Master like this?"

Zhiyu blinked her eyes. "Eating soft rice hard?"

"..."

Lu Jin’an fell silent for a moment; the Zhiyu before him had definitely been corrupted by that lecherous fox Qiu Qingtang.

Never mind the inexplicable sexiness from her just now when she neatly folded her clothes and then gave him a full kneeling bow; now there were these words coming out of her mouth.

Eating soft rice hard?

What,

you’ve already finished a delicious feast, then discover there’s still a soft, fragrant cake left, and insist on cramming it into your mouth too?

Not afraid you’ll just throw it all up?

In the wordless silence, the shadow before Lu Jin’an grew larger. Zhiyu stood up and directly pressed herself against him, completely flattening against his chest.

A hard-to-describe spreading numb sweetness rippled through his whole body.

Right now Zhiyu didn’t just have the tallest height; she also possessed a majestic allure that surpassed all other women. So even with her chest pressed to Lu Jin’an’s, the difference in their fronts left space between their heads, making them look at each other from that slight distance.

"Seen from here, Master really is small, huh."

"..."

Lu Jin’an tugged at the corner of his mouth, just about to speak when Zhiyu’s warm, slick lips brushed over his.

A touch and then gone.

"But it’s okay, Zhiyu will help Master get better~"

Zhiyu’s voice carried a hint of sultriness, like celestial music.

Then she twisted her body to lie on her side in the crook of Lu Jin’an’s arm, her right hand gliding down from his chest all the way lower.

Her long swan neck, broad shoulders and slim waist, and those astonishingly long, neatly closed beautiful legs traced out curves and contours like hills and ridges—firm, tight, brimming with wild tension, a moving landscape.

The little rocking chair could fit Lu Jin’an, but it absolutely could not hold this current Zhiyu.

Even lying on her side, more than half of Zhiyu’s body hung over the armrest, and her pair of especially long, tender legs had to bend—one draped over Lu Jin’an’s thigh, the toes of the other foot lightly touching the floor, picking up a faint dust.

Her features, all smooth lines and exquisite softness, now held a kind of curiosity and flirtation, her gaze wandering now and then over her moving fingers.

Her jet-black hair cascaded over Lu Jin’an like silk, the faint fragrance among the strands flooding his nose, making him sharply aware that the blood in his veins was becoming more active.

Zhiyu’s body was starting to release yin energy.

And what Lu Jin’an’s still-unrecovered body needed right now was precisely this yin energy unique to Zhiyu.

"Ah~ Master is getting more and more energetic~"

Zhiyu’s beautiful eyes shimmered as she smiled brightly at Lu Jin’an.

Lu Jin’an said nothing. As a fully awakened "big Zhiyu," she was not only smarter; even her tone carried a teasing, playful kink, extremely alluring.

He didn’t exactly dislike this tone, but being teased like this by his own disciple...

Mm, he could only take it.

Right now his body couldn’t even push away Zhiyu, who was merely a Dragon Emperor.

So he simply let Zhiyu have her way with him and only watched the tight, undulating lines of her body.

He had to admit, Zhiyu’s... were too big. Her extremely tall frame, flawless proportions, coupled with the Physique born of the Dragon Clan, made the two curves above and below her waist especially full and broad.

Especially those pillar-like thighs—no extra flesh, round and firm—exceptionally stunning and crisp; in the fleeting glimpses as they crossed and shifted, a slender Dragon Tail suddenly slipped into view.

Demon Clan bodies could be enlarged or shrunk at will, and at this moment Zhiyu had made the Dragon Tail at her lower back thinner, looped it around her own wrist, and then...

Lu Jin’an narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing even more clearly the flush rising in Zhiyu’s pretty face, her lashes trembling, the flare of her nostrils quickening.

The Dragon Tail was very special to Zhiyu, and added to that, she was in her fully enlightened big-Zhiyu state, so the involuntary allure and scent she was giving off now were especially intoxicating.

Lu Jin’an couldn’t help but wrap an arm around her powder-smooth yet firm and tight waist, and Zhiyu immediately rolled over, planting both hands on either side of his head, looking down on him from above.

"Master~" Showing off the shocking curves of her body, Zhiyu completely caged Lu Jin’an in. "If you keep not talking, then your disciple will just take it herself, okay?"

Looking at her fair skin flushed with a faint red, Lu Jin’an said calmly, "If you can manage it, I have nothing to say."

"Aiya, Master, don’t brood over being seriously injured and weak right now. Your disciple has a way."

"What way?"

"Watch closely~"

Zhiyu arched a brow, reached out her right hand and hooked Lu Jin’an’s chin, guiding him to slowly lower his head.

In Lu Jin’an’s line of sight, Zhiyu’s black Dragon Tail coiled loop over loop, as if becoming the pillar propping up the roof beam.

"Master, if your disciple does it like this... is it right?"

Zhiyu’s heterochromatic eyes, misted with moisture, gazed at Lu Jin’an, brimming with a bit of impatience and pride. "Like this... oh..."