"Finally home! I'm exhausted!"
As soon as Su Muwan stepped into the Holy Domain's main hall, she collapsed onto the sofa like a deflated balloon, plopping down with a soft thud.
She sank into the plush cushions, stretching her long legs and swinging her booted feet lazily.
Can anyone relate?
All she wanted was some alone time with Qin Luo.
But somehow, it turned into a whole gathering of people eating, drinking, and having fun!
Though there’s some truth to the saying—when you endure something long enough, the relief afterward feels even better.
So...
"Luo Luo—"
She drew out her words, her voice laced with a hint of coquetry. "Come help me take off my boots. I'm too tired to move!"
"Already giving up, Princess?"
Qin Luo teased as he walked over, chuckling at her utterly spent expression.
Su Muwan rolled her eyes and lifted her foot, nudging his calf lightly. "Stop talking and just help me. These boots are killing me."
Qin Luo glanced down at her sleek black knee-high boots and sighed in mock resignation before crouching to unzip them.
"These things are heavy, you know."
"Don’t you get tired walking in them? I’ll get you a new pair tomorrow."
As he spoke, he carefully slid off one boot, revealing her petite foot clad in a white ankle sock.
Su Muwan’s feet were delicate, her toes round and cute, with a faint fragrance lingering on the fabric.
Qin Luo couldn’t help but sneak an extra glance—just one, really.
Then, clearing his throat, he set the boot aside as if handling a treasure.
Noticing his reaction, Su Muwan smirked and lightly kicked his shoulder with her other foot. "Hurry up and take off the other one."
Gulp.
Qin Luo swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus before quickly removing the second boot.
Once done, he stood up, about to say something—
But Su Muwan cut him off. "Satisfied now?"
Qin Luo blinked, feigning innocence. "What do you mean? I don’t understand."
"Tch. Play dumb if you want."
She pouted and jutted her chin out. "Your turn now—give me a massage."
"Massage? I’m great at those. Let me just wash my hands first."
"Wait, no!"
Su Muwan panicked, grabbing his wrist. "Just do it like this!"
Qin Luo paused, eyeing her flushed face before realization dawned.
Oh.
I see.
Princess, you’re really something else.
Not that I mind… ahem.
Smirking, he moved behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders and kneading gently.
His technique was impeccable—firm yet soothing, drawing a soft moan from Su Muwan.
"Mmm… not bad."
She leaned into his touch, eyes closed, her tension melting away.
Qin Luo chuckled. "Your shoulders are so stiff. Do you even move during the day?"
Su Muwan huffed lazily. "Not everyone runs around like you do."
"I have Holy Domain affairs to manage. Who has time for exercise?"
Affairs? You’ve only been here three days.
Suppressing a laugh, Qin Luo continued massaging, his hands gliding down to her back in slow, deliberate circles.
Su Muwan’s breathing steadied, her body relaxing completely.
After a while, she suddenly spoke. "Okay, that’s enough."
Qin Luo stopped, tilting his head. "What’s wrong? Did I mess up?"
Su Muwan didn’t answer. Instead, she turned to face him, cheeks tinged pink, her gaze shy yet expectant.
She crooked a finger, beckoning him closer.
Instinctively, Qin Luo leaned in until their breaths mingled, her faint floral scent enveloping him.
Su Muwan tilted her chin up, eyes fluttering shut.
The message was clear.
Wow, straight to the point, huh?
Qin Luo’s pulse spiked as he stared at her lips, so temptingly close.
One thing was undeniable—
Su Muwan’s beauty never got old.
Or, to put it simply—
My Wanwan is just too damn cute!!!!
Without hesitation, he closed the distance, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.
"Mmm…"
Their mouths moved softly, electricity sparking between them.
Su Muwan’s arms looped around his neck, pulling him deeper, while Qin Luo’s hands settled on her waist, holding her tight.
The kiss between the two deepened, their breaths growing ragged.
Just then, Qin Luo suddenly noticed the light around them becoming uncomfortably bright.
He cracked his eyes open slightly and saw a faint pink glow emanating from both him and Su Muwan.
"Miss, don’t you think it’s a little too bright around here?"
Qin Luo pulled back slightly from Su Muwan and murmured the question.
Su Muwan, her eyes still closed, shook her head lazily, her voice tinged with drowsy impatience. "Ignore it. Keep going."
Who cared about some random light? Finishing what they started was far more important.
Qin Luo frowned and glanced around again.
The pink glow had grown even brighter, now forming a small halo around them.
"Miss, it really is getting brighter."
He tried again to get her attention.
Reluctantly, Su Muwan finally opened her eyes and looked around.
Sure enough, a soft pink radiance enveloped them both.
She blinked, puzzled. "What is this?"
Qin Luo shook his head—he had no idea either.
At that moment, Su Muwan suddenly felt a surge of warmth coursing through her body.
The energy was gentle, yet vast beyond measure.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the strange sensation.
Then—
Boom!
A powerful burst of energy erupted from her, wrapping her in a blinding pink light.
Her aura skyrocketed, an overwhelming presence radiating outward before gradually receding.
When the energy finally settled, Su Muwan opened her eyes and tilted her head at Qin Luo.
"Huh... seems like I’ve just broken through to the Supreme Realm."
[Realms in order: Sovereign, Supreme, Dominator, Eternal, Chaos, Heavenly Dao]
Qin Luo: ?
You break through just from a kiss? Su Muwan, are you the Heavenly Dao’s favorite daughter or something?
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