abnabooks Chapter 17 Don't Do Anything Reckless... You Bastard! [Please Read On]
Chapter 17 Don't Do Anything Reckless... You Bastard! [Please Read On]
She took some silk from her storage bag.
As the undisputed number one beauty in the Ziwei Star Region, Yi Qingwu loved beauty and enjoyed dressing up. Her storage bag was always stocked with various high-grade silks and silkworm silks, all top-quality materials obtained from rare and exotic beasts.
These silkworm threads can not only be woven into clothes, but also used to craft magical artifacts. They can even be inscribed with defensive formations, making them both beautiful and practical.
"The shape you described..."
As Yi Qingwu recalled Ye Feng's description, she began to weave.
Her fingers were long and slender, her movements nimble and skillful, and silk threads danced and spun at her fingertips, like a butterfly fluttering among flowers.
Before long, a pair of sheer black stockings took shape in her hands.
They are almost identical to stockings on Earth—no, they are even more exquisite.
Silk is a much higher-grade material than synthetic fibers on Earth. The stockings made from silk have a soft luster, a smooth feel, feel as light as a feather, and are almost transparent when held up to the light.
Ye Feng stared wide-eyed at the pair of black stockings.
He gave a rough description, and the woman actually did it.
And it was done so perfectly.
Yi Qingwu held up the stockings in her hand, examined them against the light, and then touched them to feel their texture, a satisfied expression appearing on her face.
"is that so?"
She turned to look at Ye Feng, a hint of expectation in her cool eyes, as if waiting for his evaluation.
"Yes! That's right! That's exactly it!"
Ye Feng's voice rose several octaves as he sat up in bed, his eyes fixed on the stockings.
"Then try it on and see."
His voice was urging, urgent, and filled with a restless "I can't wait any longer" feeling.
Looking at his expression, Yi Qingwu couldn't help but smile.
She looked down at the stockings in her hand, then at her own legs, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised one of her delicate feet.
Starting from the toes, slowly pull the stockings up.
Thin, black silk wrapped around her rounded toes, her fair instep, and her slender ankles, then moved upwards, spreading along the curve of her calves.
The black and white colors create a striking and intense contrast—the black stockings cling to the skin, outlining the leg lines perfectly, while the snow-white skin is faintly visible in the areas not covered by the stockings, creating a beauty that is both alluring and subtle.
After putting on a pair of stockings, Yi Qingwu gently moved her ankles, enjoying the comfort of the stockings enveloping her calves.
"what?"
She let out a soft exclamation, her eyes widening slightly.
"It feels really comfortable."
She lowered her head, looked at the leg she was wearing black stockings, then looked at her other bare leg, and compared them.
"This little gadget can actually improve comfort so much?"
As she spoke, she picked up another stocking and put it on her other leg.
Soon, both pairs of stockings were on.
Yi Qingwu stood up, walked to the dressing mirror, and looked down at herself.
The woman in the mirror—
A pink tulle dress, the hem swaying gently in the wind; black stockings encasing long, straight legs, extending from the toes to the mid-thigh, partially concealed by the hem of the dress;
A small section of snow-white thigh skin was exposed between the skirt and stockings, the black, white and pink colors intertwined to create a fatal visual impact.
Already alluring and charming, she became even more captivating when she wore black stockings, exuding a breathtakingly alluring femininity.
That kind of beauty is not aloof, holy, or superior beauty, but a fiery, enchanting beauty that strikes straight to the soul.
It was like a pure and immaculate snow lotus that suddenly burst into the most intense flame.
Yi Qingwu looked at herself in the mirror, her face flushing slightly.
She never imagined that she would appear in the mirror in this way.
If Master saw me dressed like this...
She dared not think.
But there's no denying that this outfit is really good-looking.
She herself thinks it looks good.
Just as she was looking at herself in the mirror, a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind.
Ye Feng had somehow appeared behind her.
His chin rested on her shoulder, his gaze meeting Yi Qingwu's in the mirror, his eyes burning with naked, undisguised desire.
"you……"
Just as Yi Qingwu was about to say, "Don't do anything reckless," before she could finish speaking, Ye Feng picked her up.
He picked her up and turned to walk towards the bed.
"Ye Feng! You bastard!"
Yi Qingwu called out coquettishly, kicking her two legs, clad in black stockings, wildly in the air, but the force of her kicks was so light that it sounded like she was just being affectionate.
"Let me go! I still need to pay my respects to my master!"
"Let's go later."
Ye Feng's voice was somewhat hoarse and domineering.
"Master won't blame you."
"You—uh!"
His mouth was sealed shut.
The gauze curtains fell, obscuring the spring light from the room.
In the world of cultivation, a goddess wearing black stockings like those on Earth is so alluring that few men could resist.
Not to mention Ye Feng.
Yi Qingwu was forced to work overtime until almost noon.
When she finally emerged from that bedroom, her legs were weak.
She stood holding onto the door frame for a while, and only when her legs stopped shaking so much could she barely steady herself.
She was still wearing that pink tulle dress.
She wasn't wearing black stockings.
It's not because I don't want to wear it, but because...
That bastard is too possessive.
"You're only allowed to wear it for me to see."
That's what he said, his tone domineering and leaving no room for argument, and then he confiscated her stockings.
Yi Qingwu wanted to scold him, but her mouth was covered before she could even open it.
Thinking of this, Yi Qingwu's face flushed again.
She took a deep breath, straightened her clothes and hair, and then applied a layer of Yin energy to her face to reduce the flush, making it less noticeable.
After everything was tidied up, she quickly crossed the courtyard, walked through the corridor, and headed towards her master's palace.
The Moon Palace has two different kinds of beauty during the day and at night.
At night, the Moon Palace is as cold and clear as the moon, while during the day, it exudes a touch of warmth in the moonlight. Sunlight filters through the leaves of the laurel grove, casting dappled shadows on the ground, like shattered fragments of the moon scattered across the earth.
Several junior female students walked past her, bowing respectfully.
"Hello, senior sister."
"Um."
Yi Qingwu smiled and nodded in response, her steps unhurried, her back straight, her aloof and moon-like appearance no different from usual.
Only she knew that her legs were still trembling slightly.
Soon, she arrived at her master's side hall.
The door to the side hall was ajar, and two disciples guarding the hall stood at the entrance. When they saw her arrive, they bowed slightly and then pushed the door open.
"Master."