Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 947 - 396: Spring Rain and Dew (Part 2)

Why does this person's taste seem a bit... strange?

As the Saint Heir of the World's No.1 Immortal Sect Wan Dao Sect, could Lu Jin'an have some peculiar habits?

She couldn't help but recall certain cases she had encountered in the Jinyi Guard, where some women were used for entertainment by the high and mighty through various means...

Could Lu Jin'an be someone who enjoys that kind of thing?

Probably not... Lu Jin'an is, after all, the Saint Heir of the Wandao Sect, and even though she had never been to the Wandao Sect, just by reading some books, she knew that the Wandao Sect was a reputable sect with a highly righteous atmosphere. It's not a hypocritical prestigious sect, so how could it nurture a 'wayward' Saint Heir?

With this thought in mind, Dongfang Xinglan's heart relaxed a little.

And Lu Jin'an didn't rush her, just glanced over her fragrant shoulders, slim waist, and graceful curves that seemed to be sculpted by heaven, with smooth and delicate skin, as lustrous as jade.

Especially the sexy waistline that subtly moved with each breath.

There was a hint of heat in Lu Jin'an's eyes, even the transformed big sister Zhiyu didn't have such a prominent waistline.

Blood flowed fiercely.

Dongfang Xinglan's beautiful eyes widened involuntarily, then she quickly shifted her legs downward, and her gaze involuntarily moved down for a moment, secretly clicking her tongue.

Losing her focus for a moment, she heard Lu Jin'an teasingly say: "The name Xinglan really suits you."

"Hmm?" Dongfang Xinglan looked into his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Lan means wave, doesn't it?" Lu Jin'an's eyes flickered with amusement: "Reflecting two stars."

"..."

With such an obvious metaphor, even if Dongfang Xinglan didn't understand at first, she understood now and couldn't help but retort, "Are you really the Saint Heir of the Wandao Sect?"

"Could it be false?" Lu Jin'an, with eyes full of snow-white skin, let out a gentle breath: "How long does Lord Qin intend to keep me waiting?"

Dongfang Xinglan lightly bit her lip, then moved further down, her knees lightly touching the bed sheets between Lu Jin'an's legs, her silhouette at the waist creating graceful and slender lines, revealing a hint of seductive charm in her vigorous and slender body.

Lu Jin'an already knew what she was going to do.

Because Dongfang Xinglan's head was gradually lowered.

There was no unnecessary hesitation, but it was clearly clumsy.

Lu Jin'an slightly closed his eyes, but in his mind, Dongfang Xinglan's words to Governor Che Cheng emerged: In this world, besides the Dongfang Family, everything else can be overturned and started anew.

This Dongfang Xinglan, who is nine months older than him, is indeed ruthless.

Then, his mind flashed to the way Dongfang Xinglan had mentioned about the method of stealing destiny, coupled with Bai Fu possessing Dongfang Xingbai and the recent rumors of many people from the Dongfang Clan disappearing...

Dragon Stealing?

It should be that way, but with Dongfang Xinglan's nature, why would she not only refrain from doing it but instead protect the royal family...

Protect?

A thought struck Lu Jin'an, suddenly thinking of Prince Ning Dongfang Zhen's attack on the Southwest, while Dongfang Xinglan remained calm and unhurried.

Could it be...

Lu Jin'an opened his eyes to look at Dongfang Xinglan, who was focused and serious, his gaze deepening, wondering if while she was garnering support from the royal family, she intended to use Prince Ning's blade to eliminate the royal family?

Would Eastern Crown Prince Dongfang Xinghe leak the Dragon Qi Stealing method to increase competition?

Clearly not, because this would force even those in the royal family who don't intend to rebel to do so and attract the unpredictable nature of Prince Ning, the Martial God.

So, was the information actually spread by Dongfang Xinglan?

If this guess is correct, then Dongfang Xinglan is even more insidious, deceitful, and cruel than imagined.

The thought crossed Lu Jin'an's mind, and he couldn't help but smile faintly.

Partly because he had been wary of Dongfang Xinglan from the start, and partly because such a woman was so suitable for cooperation with his plan.

Provided he wasn't wrong.

At that moment, Dongfang Xinglan's movements slightly paused, her supple waist beneath, with smooth, cream-like thighs slightly parted, tracing the strong, elongated lines of muscle on her legs.

She gazed upward at Lu Jin'an: "Are you... happy?"

"No." Lu Jin'an looked at her with a smile: "I just suddenly realized I like you more."

Dongfang Xinglan's expression froze, then she shyly averted her gaze, half sincere, half acting.

Sincerity for genuinely liking him, acting for the plan she couldn't reveal from the bottom of her heart.

"Just because I'm doing this?" Dongfang Xinglan asked softly.

"No." Lu Jin'an reached out and gently stroked Dongfang Xinglan's cheek: "It's purely a heartfelt liking."

Dongfang Xinglan was taken aback. Had she said or done anything?

Even if it was heartfelt liking, there should be a reason, right?

Unable to understand, Dongfang Xinglan drew closer again, trying to see if she could learn something while he was immersed.

But just as they were about to make contact, Lu Jin'an chuckled: "Why don't you try a different approach?"

"Hmm?" Dongfang Xinglan looked up at him: "You want to win me over?"

"No." Lu Jin'an smiled slightly: "You could try supporting."

Following his gaze, Dongfang Xinglan looked down and suddenly realized what he meant—so it could be this way too.

But doing something like this is... so embarrassing.

Seeing Dongfang Xinglan's increasingly rosy cheeks, Lu Jin'an suddenly spoke: "You didn't faint tonight."

Dongfang Xinglan gave him a sideways glance, but with her watery eyes at this moment, it seemed more like a coquettish glance: "Being prepared in the mind makes a difference."

"That's true." Lu Jin'an nodded: "Then try it."

Dongfang Xinglan pursed her lips, obediently following his earlier instructions, lightly lifting her hands.