I’m Writing a Diary in a Fantasy World — I Really Am Not a 'Cao Thief'! Chapter 129.2 : Burning Heat (Part 2)

Chu Ge's mind was a little blank.

Entertain him?

Since when did entertaining a guest an inviting them to bathe together?

Such hospitality was really… really a bit too much—

No, it was way too good.

Chu Ge imdiately stepped forward. Just before reaching the pool, he noticed the clothes hanging off to the side.

They were the red dress Dantai Jinglian usually wore.

Accessories, outer robe, inner garnts, close-fitting underclothes… everything was there.

Which ant that at this mont, Dantai Jinglian—most of her alluring body subrged in the water—was completely bare.

Sensing Chu Ge's approach, Dantai Jinglian slightly turned her head.

A captivating flush tinged her cheeks, and floating before her was a special board used to hold wine.

"Martial nephew, co in. Soak properly," she said softly.

"I even added a few extra ingredients to this spring—specially for you. The benefits won't be small…"

She propped one hand against her cheek, slowly sizing Chu Ge up from bottom to top, an unhurried, utterly relaxed smile never leaving her lips.

Dantai Jinglian simply watched him like this. Even as Chu Ge began preparing to remove his clothes, she showed not the slightest hint of the bashfulness a normal woman might have.

On the contrary, she watched with clear interest, as though Chu Ge undressing was, to her, quite an entertaining sight.

Instead, it was Chu Ge who started to feel uncomfortable under her unabashed gaze.

After removing his clothes, Chu Ge hesitated for a mont, and in the end left on a single pair of trousers.

Not for any other reason—simply because of Dantai Jinglian's current posture.

Those half-hidden, half-revealed temptations had already made his state rather heated.

Just as he was about to step into the spirit spring, Dantai Jinglian's voice rang out again.

"Why hasn't my martial nephew removed that last piece as well?"

"This spirit spring works best when you soak in it with nothing covering you. Going in like that will greatly reduce the effect. Don't disappoint your martial aunt's good intentions now…"

"Could it be that you're shy?" she teased lightly.

"Even I, a woman, am not shy—so why shouldn't my martial nephew be a little bolder? Or is it that you're… not very confident in yourself?"

She lifted her chin slightly and looked toward Chu Ge.

Her gaze then fell upon the last remaining cover. From her angle, she could already see sothing out of the ordinary.

Yet she showed not the slightest trace of embarrassnt—on the contrary, she stared straight at it, as if determined to see it clearly.

Faced with a provocation no man could possibly endure, Chu Ge naturally could not retreat.

He imdiately shattered that fragile doubt with undeniable reality.

Seeing this, Dantai Jinglian's brows lifted slightly.

The flush on her cheeks—whether from wine or so other reason—deepened even further.

"Co to think of it," she said slowly,

"when I was young, I once wiped out a sect composed entirely of female cultivators of desire. I saw the implents their disciples used for cultivation and for venting their lust."

"At the ti, I thought those tools were already of a size most ordinary people would find difficult to accept…"

"But seeing my martial nephew's today, I've realized that compared to yours, those things were still lacking."

"My martial nephew truly is… powerful in every respect…"

Dantai Jinglian's eyes, hazy with a trace of drunken allure, fixed upon Chu Ge, who was now soaking in the spirit spring. Her words alone were enough to stir endless imagination.

Listening to such blatant, provocative remarks—

Already inflad by Dantai Jinglian's appearance and the warmth of the spring water, Chu Ge's condition grew even hotter, the heat gradually spreading into restless agitation.

Even his body temperature began to rise, growing steadily hotter by the mont.