Years of Quiet Beauty, Harmony in Love and Art
Within the tranquil dwelling on Ling'ao Island, Xing Lan held the hard-won ancient book, its pages illustrated with mysterious runes and embracing figures, her heart fluttering like a frightened fawn.
She stepped lightly, her aqua-blue gauze dress swaying gently with her movements like soft ripples on a clear sea.
Stopping before Hu Feng, Xing Lan's cheeks flushed red, resembling clouds dyed by the glow of the sunset—vibrant yet bashful.
Biting her lower lip, she raised her eyes to look at Hu Feng, her gaze shimmering with water, filled with tension and anticipation. Handing him the secret manual, her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz yet carried a trace of firmness:
"Husband, I have spent these past days buried in ancient texts and happened to find this method of dual cultivation for the pleasure of men and women. It looks extremely exquisite and wondrous, and it says here that it will be of immense help to our cultivation. Have a careful look at it."
Hu Feng took the manual, a look of bewilderment initially crossing his face, his sword-like brows slightly raised, his eyes filled with astonishment. As he opened it and perused the contents, his expression gradually turned solemn. His slender fingers rubbed the yellowed pages; the obscure and abstruse technique explanations and the complex and mysterious spiritual power flow diagrams made the tips of his ears turn red, while embarrassment quietly spread in his heart.
Yet, a…
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