After "Luo Ming" vanished, carrying Jiang Yingji's naked body away, Tang Lin was left behind. He soon regained consciousness, yet he was in a state of pure, bestial frenzy; while absorbing the immense energy filling the space, he unleashed wanton destruction to vent his rage.
But the speed at which he could vent his energy could not keep pace with the rate at which it poured in.
Tang Lin's body swelled and turned an increasingly deep crimson. Finally, he reached a critical threshold—like a miniature sun rising amidst the ruins—and his body disintegrated into nothingness.
In an instant, a silent ripple swept across the entire "Black Street" dimension.
At that moment, anyone connected to the "Pure Yang Body"—whether inside or outside that space—sensed something amiss.
It felt as though a massive mountain had been shifted away, leaving a hollow, aching void in their hearts...
Luo Shaoliang, who had been hesitating, suddenly widened his eyes and stepped into the void without a moment's delay. Meanwhile, back at the Luo family estate, Li Dong furrowed his brows; he, too, felt a sudden emptiness in his heart, as if a momentous event had just occurred.
"What is it? Come... come inside."
A pair of alabaster arms wrapped around Li Dong's neck. Xue Tang, her bathrobe slipping down to reveal smooth, fragrant shoulders and firm, shapely breasts, asked the question with a look that was half-shy and half-petulant.
"I have a feeling... that something bad has happened."
Li Dong cast an apologetic glance at his beloved. As he drew ever closer to the mastermind behind the scenes, even he could not guarantee he would emerge unscathed.
That was why, upon reuniting with Xue Tang, the intensity of their affection had led them to spend hours locked in a passionate embrace. He had just shared a bath with Xuetang—a half-hour of intimate, amorous play—and returned to the bed. He had parted his beloved's smooth, snow-white thighs and licked her freshly washed, pristine vulva until it glistened with moisture; he had teased her clitoris as if it were a priceless treasure and gently probed the entrance to her sex.
He had brought Xuetang to the brink of a small climax; a damp patch still lingered on the bedsheets between her legs. Just as he was about to make love to her again, the moment for it had passed...
Xuetang gazed into Li Dong's apologetic eyes and suddenly smiled softly, her delicate hand caressing his face. "I know there are things you aren't willing to tell me, but you must come back safe and sound."
Much like the unspoken understanding between Jiang Yingji and Li Zhiyu, this couple—who had grown up together and loved each other deeply—shared that same profound rapport.
This time, Xuetang could sense Li Dong's determination and sincerity, as well as his deep reluctance to part with her.
Their lips met; after a kiss that was tender and affectionate—though not deep—Li Dong turned and resolutely walked away.
...
After Li Dong left...
Xuetang sat on the bed, feeling a sense of wistful loss. A slick, moist sensation still lingered between the labia that her lover's lips and tongue had just teased.
It was as if the warmth of his tongue remained, even though he himself had vanished.
*Knock, knock...*
At the sound of the knock, Xuetang tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and said, "Come in."
Steward Qin entered, impeccably dressed and composed, carrying a small tray with a glass of water as he walked over to Xuetang. "Young Miss, please don't be sad; the Young Master will return sooner or later."
Xuetang's beautiful eyes suddenly reddened; as her long lashes fluttered, a trace of moisture glistened at the corners of her almond-shaped eyes. She looked up at Uncle Qin, who wore a kindly expression.
She felt she might have misjudged him earlier. Although Uncle Qin's gaze sometimes made her feel uneasy—and he had even entered her room before...
...ultimately, he hadn't done anything truly inappropriate.
Moreover, Uncle Qin had watched her grow up; in a way, he was like family. Finally letting down her guard, she leaned against Uncle Qin, burying her head in his chest as soft sobs escaped her...
Uncle Qin kept one arm around Xuetang's delicate shoulders; even though he was balancing the tray with only one hand, his movements remained steady.
As Xuetang leaned in, he shifted his posture slightly... afraid she might notice that he was already fully aroused below.
Even so, he felt he could barely hide it. She was wrapped only in a bath towel, exuding the fresh, warm, orchid-like fragrance of a recent bath; the towel seemed to have just been pulled back up over her chest.
Her ample, supple breasts—pale and smooth as fresh snow—were nearly spilling out; the cleavage was deep, and the curves were full and perky, resembling two massive, ripe melons.
At the apex, the pale pink areola—delicate as a silkworm's membrane—was slightly visible, framing the hardened, pointed nipple beneath and igniting a burning fire of lust. Uncle Qin took a deep breath, forcibly composing himself, and offered a few more words of comfort. Seeing the moment was right, he said, "Stop crying, Young Miss... here, have some water... you've cried yourself dry."
Xuetan smiled shyly; she picked up the glass held out to her and took a small sip.
Uncle Qin felt a surge of relief. He hadn't expected her to finish the whole glass—just a single sip was enough to... His heart began to race with anticipation. Sure enough, moments later, Xuetan's beautiful eyes fluttered, looking heavy with sleep.
"Mmm... so... sleepy..."
Before long, Xuetan's delicate body went completely limp, and her breathing deepened into a soft, sweet rhythm.
Uncle Qin gazed down at her beautiful sleeping face, his heart burning with impatience. Certain she wouldn't wake up easily, he licked his lips in anticipation, like a man about to feast.
His large hand, which had been steadying her shoulder, tugged at her bath towel; instantly, a pair of snow-white, round, and perky breasts sprang free.
The areolas were smooth and supple, glowing with an alluring pinkish hue, while the bud-like nipples stood erect, resembling two crimson cherries.
Uncle Qin cupped the beautiful, rounded breasts in his large hand, kneading them with pleasure while using two rough fingers to pinch, tug, and gently roll the crimson nipples.
Meanwhile, his other hand slid down to her lower abdomen, caressing the slightly damp, slick labia. His middle finger parted the tender, velvety folds to press against the sensitive clitoris, rubbing and circling it rhythmically. "Mmm... ah..."
The sensations experienced in her sleep flushed Xuetang's lovely face a rosy pink; her small mouth parted slightly, escaping with sweet, irrepressible moans, while her snowy buttocks trembled and writhed involuntarily.