My Girl and Tenderness

Not only do useless cultivators have troubles, even the heirs of a high-ranking immortal cultivation family have some things they cannot do.

"Young man, the bed is already made. Shiro, would you like to prepare a white towel?"

The little maid was tidying up the room, and with a slightly blushing face, she greeted Si Ji, who was still working hard at the desk. Looking at her young master, Xiao Qin felt shy.

The time has finally come.

As the young master's personal maid, she was originally his exclusive concubine, the closest person to him since childhood, and his most trusted confidant.

Usually they slept in the same room, the master slept on the bed and she slept in the opposite room, otherwise there would be no way to take care of him closely at all times.

There was nothing she couldn't take care of, whether it was feeding and bathing, or washing and warming the bed, it was all within her scope of responsibility.

It was reasonable for the young master to pick her. Even if the young master had never mentioned it before, she certainly couldn't bring it up on her own initiative. It wasn't until the lady brought it up on her own initiative that she prepared for tonight.

Will the young master be looking forward to it? Boys are all very interested in this kind of thing, right? No, I don't know if the things I learned from reading books can be used.

Xiaoqin had a lot of thoughts in her mind.

When Si Ji heard her words, he slowly turned his narrow eyes and looked at the revealing silk dress worn by the still a little immature little maid. He found the shy and pretentious look a bit funny.

But at this moment Si Ji could only smile bitterly in his heart.

Mother...you have really given me a big problem.

How to get through this?

Looking at the little maid with big, twinkling eyes, she was the one who had always been with her, and Si Ji had always treated her as her own sister.

As a girl, Si Ji certainly wouldn't have any other thoughts about her. They were very close, but she didn't even have the tools to commit the crime. Isn't that funny?

I really want to refuse, but it is reasonable to take in my maid when I grow up... It would be normal if she was really a boy.

"Master?"

Xiaoqin looked at her young master who was silent and called him again.

"nothing."

Si Ji packed her things, stood up with her slender body, stretched out her long legs, walked in front of her, and as she looked at her, she picked up her petite body horizontally.

Causing her to cry out——

"Young Master? White scarf..."

"I don't need that."

Si Ji turned his handsome face towards the girl in his arms and smiled.

"I am intimate with you, and I know you."

"Young Master..."

Xiaoqin felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She covered her mouth with her hands with a flushed face, curled up in the young master's arms, and was gently placed on the bed.

"Wait, wait a minute."

She looked at Si Ji, not forgetting her status as a servant, and tried to say:

"Master, please lie down and let me serve you..."

"okay."

Si Ji smiled and raised a white finger, tapping her lips to silence her, and said -

"Leave it to me, and relax."

"Young Master... How can this be possible..."

Xiaoqin tightened her pink toes, shyly trying to resist but also to welcome. She was still thinking about actively serving, but suddenly she felt tired.

"Hey? What, what is going on..."

The little maid lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

Si Ji looked at her under him, and the runes on his fingertips flashed. The young master breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the quilt over her, and said -

"Good night, Xiaoqin."

Then he got up from the bed and came to the mat to sit cross-legged alone in deep thought.

The secret realm will be opened tomorrow. My mother will go to fight for the spiritual spring in person. None of those students can match me. I just need to attract their attention and save my strength to deal with the dragon clan.

The power in the body was flowing, and the surging power was somewhat difficult to control. This was the disadvantage of breaking through too quickly. However, this situation has improved a lot recently. If you want to know why...

"What kind of wonderful method is this?"

When Qin Kong infused her with strength that time, it seemed that some changes had occurred. Her physical condition was significantly improved and her strength became more condensed.

His power actually has such magical uses?

It seemed like a good thing with no disadvantages, but Si Ji still felt something was weird, so he decided to figure it out this time.

She mobilized her own strength to drive together the aura that belonged to him in her body, and finally it gathered into a small dot of light in front of her.

what is this?

It is full of vitality and mystery. It can be used for cultivation. Why does it feel like the effect is no worse than the dragon clan's night pearl?

But it seems that it can only be used inside her body and must rely on the physical body.

The more Si Ji looked at it, the more strange it felt. How could it be that it looked like a strange...

"seed?"

What will grow if you plant it in your body?

236. Girls' Foot-Stepping Socks

"Cuckoo."

Button, button, button!

The sound of birds tapping their heads and flapping their wings could be heard outside the window, causing Mulan's eyelids to tremble slightly in the room.

"Um……"

I slowly opened my eyes, and in a daze I saw his face so close to me.

"Wow."

She was immediately startled and gently pushed his chest, and her consciousness became much clearer.

"I, I am..."

The faint light coming through the curtains allowed her to see barely enough. She looked at Qin Kong's lips, gently covering her own moist lips with her fingers. Thinking of what happened naturally last night, her face couldn't help but turn red.

I, I subconsciously...

Mulan recalled the wonderful feeling and clenched her toes in shame, almost wanting to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Fortunately, they were not fully conscious at the time, otherwise it might not have been just this problem, but there might even be bleeding.

She looked at her long legs draped over him, and pulled them back with embarrassment. His broad palm rested on her lower back, transmitting his warmth through her back. Her whole body was warmed by his bear hug, which was more comfortable than any quilt.

But now that I'm sober, I feel a little bothered.

Mulan knocked her head hard, then heard some noise outside the window and turned to look.

"Cuckoo!"

The roast chicken was pecking at the window frantically, as if to say—

"Let me in, let me in quickly, you seductress who has seduced the master, what have you done to him!"

This is Mulan's guilty imagination.

She hurriedly got up from his arms, feeling a little reluctant to leave. She stepped on the floor with her long white legs bare, walked to the window and opened it.

"Goo!"

An owl flapped its wings and jumped in, stood on the table and looked at Mulan with intelligent eyes, but soon focused its attention on him, and jumped onto him with its little paws, rubbing his face affectionately.

"Are you getting lazier and lazier? You're too lazy to even fly."

Mulan teased him a little, and the Braised Chicken stood on Qin Kong's head and looked back at him. Mulan always felt that its eyes were a little weird.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

Following its gaze down to her lower body, the smile on Mulan's face froze immediately. She stared with wide eyes as if there was something on her white thigh.

"This is……"

She reached out and rubbed the smooth skin, which had orchid veins. She quickly checked her body, and after the nourishment of last night's training with him, the strange phenomenon seemed to have grown a lot.

Wouldn't it spread all over his body if it continued like this? No matter what clothes he wore, he couldn't hide it, showing his mark to everyone, declaring himself his sword slave.

How embarrassing.

Mulan was a little anxious.

"What should I do? What should I use to cover it up..."

Mulan still has to have some dignity in front of outsiders. She hasn't confessed to him yet. If her good brother knew that she was his slave... Mulan didn't dare to think about what would happen.

"Well……"

Qin Kong was caressed by a fluffy feeling, and slowly opened his eyes. He met the bright yellow eyes of the Braised Chicken, smiled, reached out and touched its head, and said - "Oh, I forgot about you yesterday, but why didn't you come in? What are you doing outside?"

"…" Why did I come in? Who knows what shameful things you two "good brothers" are going to do. Baji looked at him speechlessly, seemingly unaware of how ambiguous their behavior was yesterday.

Even the girl who had been eavesdropping outside for a while was broken-hearted and ran back crying.

"Forget it, do you want to eat some fruit? Here."

With the space ring, Qin Kong had put everything in it, including snacks for the bird. Looking at it eating breakfast with relish, Qin Kong smiled.

"Hey, wake up..."

He slowly stood up holding his owl, then turned around and saw Mulan sitting on a quaint chair, raising her long legs and slowly fitting the silk material to her legs with graceful movements.

Qin Kong was stunned, because what outlined Mulan's legs and feet was clearly a pair of ancient-style stockings with mysterious golden edging, bringing a bit of the style of the world of immortal cultivation.

But it's still stockings.

"Mulan? My dear brother, you..."

No, that's not right? What is this doing?

Mulan's hand trembled slightly, and she kept her hips lifted as she looked at Qin Kong who had woken up. The two looked at each other in silence.

A drop of cold sweat slid down her forehead, but she said with an unchanged expression -

"Put on some socks, what's wrong? It's a bit cold."

"..." Qin Kong looked at her as if it was a matter of course and swallowed back his words. Well, it seems that stockings were worn by men in the beginning, so there is nothing wrong with Mulan wearing them like this?

And if you look closely, it seems that they are somewhat different from stockings. They are relatively thick and have a textured texture. They wrap the entire long leg, leaving only the toes and heels exposed. They are a kind of stepping socks.

He stared at Mulan's toes for a while, then turned away silently and said -

"No, it's nothing."

I don't know why I feel guilty.

But Mulan is really good-looking and looks good in anything she wears. Her style is becoming more and more neutral, and there is always a kind of aura that makes her very suitable for wearing women's clothing.

Now this outfit is a bit feminine, right?

Only Mulan, with her natural beauty, can pull it off.

Mulan kept a tense expression, and only when she saw that he seemed to accept it silently did she slowly breathe a sigh of relief. She stroked the mark under the socks that stepped on her foot, and couldn't help but think that sometimes his slowness was useful.

She straightened her body, looked at Qin Kong on the bed and changed the subject -

"Let's go, it's time to set off, the secret realm is about to open."

"So soon? Wait a minute, Mulan, you should also eat some spiritual fruit to fill your stomach."

Spiritual fruit is a good thing. It can relieve hunger when eaten.

Mulan took the fruit he threw to her and took a bite without hesitation. As his sword slave, she inherited his talent and the fruit had almost no side effects on her, so it didn't matter even if it was her first time eating it.

I felt it was magical after taking a bite, and said -