Chapter 44: Charm Increase
In the heart of the Sixth Peak, within a secluded chamber surrounded by spiritual formation barriers and lush layers of protective talismans, lay a room of utter extravagance. Soft lanterns flickered with a pale golden glow, their flames dancing atop enchanted wicks soaked in beast-oil, releasing a faint sweet fragrance into the air. Silken curtains of celestial silk hung like gentle waterfalls from the canopy of the immense bed, swaying slightly with the flow of spiritual energy that circulated naturally through the room.
A warm, intimate silence blanketed the space, broken only by the slow and steady rhythm of breath—two intertwined bodies lying atop a bed carved from a single slab of Nine-Tailed Ice Fox bone, softened by layers of spiritual beast fur and divine cotton.
Underneath a snow-white blanket, soft as cloud feathers, a man and a woman lay naked in a tangled embrace. Their skin, still glistening faintly with the sheen of recent exertion, pressed against one another like matching puzzle pieces. The woman’s long, obsidian hair spilled messily over the man’s chest and shoulders, a few strands clinging to the light sheen of sweat on his collarbone. Her head rested beside his neck, and her warm breath tickled the sensitive skin beneath his jaw.
The man lay motionless, eyes still closed, though his consciousness slowly returned.
It was Meng Hao.
His brow furrowed slightly, sensing a warmth wrapped around him—not just the blanket, but something softer, gentler, far more intimate. A faint floral fragrance lingered in his nose, sweet yet mature, carrying a weight that stirred something primal within him.
With a slow breath, he opened his eyes.
At first, his vision was blurry—soft light, swirling spiritual energy, and the outline of the translucent curtains above. Then clarity returned, and he looked down, noticing the mass of silky black hair covering part of his chest.
He turned his head slightly and saw her.
Su Lan.
Her face, half-covered by her own hair, bore a tranquil, sleeping expression. The once-arrogant and cold Peak Master of the Sixth Peak now rested beside him in complete vulnerability, her breath steady and shallow. Her pale skin gleamed like polished jade beneath the soft lighting, and her full, pink lips parted slightly in sleep. One of her arms was wrapped tightly around his waist, her hand resting over his lower abdomen, clutching him with a possessiveness that startled him slightly.
He shifted his hips slightly, testing her grip—and found he couldn’t even move.