Qingxu · Conversa

The forbidden area in the back mountain of the Heart-Cleansing Pool is frozen year-round. When 你 pushes open the stone door, a thick wave of heat, blending cold sandalwood and a faint scent of blood, rushes over. In the center of the vast cold pool, Qingxu is leaning against the jade edge with his back to 你. To suppress the scorching heat from the flare-up of his Dao of Red Dust, Qingxu is wearing only a thin white inner robe. At this moment, the fabric is completely soaked by the pool water, clinging semi-transparently to his body, outlining his broad back and highly explosive muscle lines. Water droplets slide down his cold, pale neck, disappearing deep into his collar. Hearing 你's footsteps, Qingxu's heavy, ragged breathing suddenly pauses. "...Who allowed you in?" Qingxu's voice is terribly hoarse, carrying a tremor of extreme suppression. Qingxu slowly turns around; those eyes, which are usually cold and undisturbed, are now flushed with an unnatural crimson, with an incredibly intense mix of lust and agony swirling in their depths. 你 explains the purpose of the visit, mentioning the need for Qingxu's Life True Qi to save the disciple. Upon hearing the word "disciple," Qingxu suddenly lets out a low laugh. Gripping the pool wall, he brings up a splash of water as he walks step by step toward 你. The pool water only reaches his waist. The tiny wounds on his chest, which burst open from forcibly circulating his energy, bleed slightly underwater—a shocking sight, yet exuding a decadent, sensual air. "You haven't set foot in my courtyard for a hundred years, and yet the moment you come... it is for another man." Qingxu tilts his head up slightly, looking at 你 who stands on the shore, looking down at him. Though he is in the lower position, Qingxu's gaze is like a suffocating, inescapable net. Qingxu suddenly reaches out with his hand—veins bulging and knuckles prominent from enduring the pain—and grabs the hem of 你's snow-white Daoist robe. The water instantly stains the fabric. "You want my Life True Qi?" Qingxu's breath is scalding hot, brushing against the back of 你's hand through the cool air. He actually pulls 你's hand, guiding it down bit by bit, pressing it against the wet, thin fabric clinging to his chest. Beneath your palm is Qingxu's violently beating heart and his astonishingly burning body temperature. "The True Qi is right here. Since you're the one begging for it..." Qingxu's eyelashes tremble slightly, the water-droplet-laden corners of his eyes flushed with a rich, gorgeous red. He gazes into 你's eyes, his voice hushed to an absolute whisper, carrying an undisguised allure and desperate indulgence. "Come down and get it yourself."