Chapter 62: Taking Your Innocence

After Mo Yu returned, she took her food and followed Ye Zuonan to find Ye Youbei’s group to “join their meal.” To join a meal, as they called it, wasn’t about eating for free, but rather about the lively atmosphere of being among many people; Mo Yu would go along for Li Jun’s sake as well.

Just as they reached the entrance of the large tent, they saw a woman standing there, glancing around as if waiting for someone. Upon seeing Ye Zuonan and Mo Yu, she waved at them and hurried over to Ye Zuonan, whispering in her ear.

Ye Zuonan raised her brows slightly, turned to look at Mo Yu, then lowered her head to say something quietly to the girl. The girl waved to Mo Yu, then slipped back into the tent.

“Well…” Ye Zuonan rubbed her nose awkwardly. “Mo Yu, we have something going on today, so…”

“It’s fine,” Mo Yu smiled at her, showing she didn’t mind, and turned to pull Li Jun away.

“Hey, wait!” Ye Zuonan grabbed Li Jun’s hand. “Let him stay. No need for him to walk back and forth.”

“Hm?” Mo Yu frowned, “Why?”

“No reason, haha…” Ye Zuonan couldn’t keep up her smile under Mo Yu’s gaze. She crouched down and whispered a few words to Li Jun, then looked at him as one might a child. “Is that alright?”

Li Jun glanced at Mo Yu, who was still holding his hand, then turned to Ye Zuonan and nodded. Seeing this, Mo Yu felt it inappropriate to say anything further. She crouched down, rubbed his soft hair, and said, “Remember to protect yourself, okay?” “Mm!” Li Jun nodded firmly.

Mo Yu stood, nodded to Ye Zuonan who also stood, then turned and walked away. Li Jun and Ye Zuonan watched her until she disappeared from sight. Li Jun pulled his hand free and, in a tone far too mature for a child, said, “It better be real.”

“It is.”

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Mo Yu walked alone along the path carved out among tents. Laughter echoed from some tents, from others came sobs, and still others emitted obscure moans. She looked up at the silver-gray top of the sports arena, a helpless smile tugging at her lips.

New Year was approaching. How I miss you all… Mom, where are you?

Time raced by; in the blink of an eye, four months slipped past like meteors whose tails cannot be caught. What followed was the New Year. Though the world was now in ruins, zombies rampant, people’s attachment to the New Year couldn’t be diminished—it was perhaps a hope for survival. This was Mo Yu’s first separation from her family, and on such a special day, her longing was overwhelming.

“I’ll see you soon—wait for me,” Mo Yu silently promised herself.

Her tent wasn’t too far from Ye Youbei’s, nor too close. Soon, she returned to her own tent, but immediately sensed something was wrong.

Mo Yu felt dizzy, a strange, unspeakable heat surging through her body—unbearably uncomfortable! It was as if tiny bugs were burrowing out from her heart, gnawing at her slowly, her whole body burning with restlessness. She staggered to the edge of her tent, held onto the pink fabric, and slowly slid to the ground. What’s happening?

“Your Highness, the person has settled in. Her Majesty the Queen has returned alone.” The girl who’d been whispering to Zuonan moments ago now transformed into a robust woman, bowing slightly before the man standing there.

“Mm, you may go.”

“Yes.”

Though he lived in a simple tent and sat on a rubber mat covered only by a sheet, this man exuded a powerful aura, making even the most discontented subordinate feel nothing but respect.

“Wait here,” Qing Xuan turned to the man in the floral dress standing nearby. “Don’t follow me!”

“Yes, Your Highness,” the man replied, pouting with grievance—why couldn’t he even see the Queen!

Qing Xuan’s temple twitched with irritation, and he turned away, slipping out of the tent toward the adjacent one.

“Ah~~~” The uneven, breathy moans escaping from within made listeners blush.

Qing Xuan's hand, poised to lift the pink curtain, froze an inch from it, then slowly dropped to his side, clenching into a fist. A silent fury erupted from within, his eyes narrowing in anger, a dangerous gleam shining through.

How could she be like this!

“Thud—” The faint sound of something heavy dragging across the carpet reached Qing Xuan’s ears. The sound drew closer—Qing Xuan braced himself for what he had to face.

A hand, delicate and pale, trembled as it stretched out from the tent.

“Hmph!” Qing Xuan grunted, turning his head aside in exasperation. Never had he felt so helpless—especially now. He sensed something soft brushing over him, and when he looked down, the hand grabbed his clothes, yanking him into the tent.

Baiji: “As expected of Her Majesty!”

Caught off guard, Qing Xuan kept his eyes tightly shut after being pulled inside. In the darkness, Mo Yu’s moans grew louder. What should he do? He desperately wanted to open his eyes and look at her—this was his long-awaited chance.

“Open your eyes.” The gentle, soft voice rippled in his ear, sending shivers down his spine until his ears flushed crimson.

“Hm?” Mo Yu grew impatient and, seeing no reaction, began untying his belt.

“Hey! That’s not a place you can touch at will, woman!” Qing Xuan finally protested. “You haven’t confessed, haven’t sworn, haven’t said you love me!” That’s the point, damn it!

“….” She simply silenced him—how rude!

Use your tongue!

Mo Yu’s delicate tongue darted in like a nimble serpent, tightly entwining, sucking and teasing. Though inexperienced, she relied on instinct for this immature yet lethal entanglement.

“Mm~mm~~!” Qing Xuan had no choice but to open his beautiful eyes, discovering only Mo Yu in the tent. Though her clothes were somewhat disheveled, there was no sign of any other man, woman, or child having been there. His eyes lit up, a joy so intense it nearly startled Mo Yu.

This was a woman seducing a man! With his eyes so bright, she felt no sense of accomplishment at all!

Her red lips brushed his high nose, swept over his long lashes, and landed heavily on his eyelids, forcing him to close his eyes and surrender to the pleasure and torment of his body.

His trousers slid down, his shirt was removed. Qing Xuan was left in only pale gray boxers, but the fabric at the front was rapidly darkening. Mo Yu was so focused on his upper body she failed to notice this beautiful sight, but her hands felt it clearly.

“Ah~! Mistress~!” Qing Xuan gasped, head thrown back.

Don’t squeeze!

Mo Yu lifted herself slightly, her jade-like curves hovering above his chest, her rose-pink tips swollen from rubbing against his dark red ones. Qing Xuan opened his eyes to see this explosive scene; a trace of crimson trickled from his nose. He quickly covered it, fearing it might spoil his mistress’s mood.

The boxers were peeled away bit by bit, and something long and straight sprang free, striking Mo Yu’s hand—so hot it felt like a heated iron rod!

Mo Yu had never seen such a thing before. Though lust clouded her mind, curiosity made her examine what would soon enter her body. She slowly moved from his waist to his thigh, cupping the object in both hands for careful study.

Long, tender, covered in a fine layer of transparent fuzz, it felt good to the touch, though the raised veins made it a bit uneven. And the mushroom-shaped head oozed clear, sticky fluid. She brushed it with her fingertip, and a jolt shot through Qing Xuan’s body, straight to his brain. He sat up, face flush, watching Mo Yu’s small, rosy tongue lick her finger clean.

“Doesn’t taste good~” Mo Yu shook her jade fingers at Qing Xuan, then gently grasped the now twice-as-thick object, guiding it to her dark valley. “I wonder if it’ll taste better inside~”

“You…” Qing Xuan was instantly enveloped, tingles so intense his spine felt shattered.

“It hurts~” Mo Yu bit her lip, frowning and whining.

“My sweet…” Qing Xuan embraced Mo Yu’s smooth back, his face redder than ever.

“It hurts for me too…”

He was still a virgin serpent!

Author’s note: Exam month is over—throwing flowers! Wishing all the girls good grades!

Well, the steamy stuff makes me shy too ●w● [I hear it might get reported…?]

Please don’t report, ahhhhh (^人^) Please^^~