Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

A faint fragrance permeates the air, as if weaving a gentle net invisibly, which calms people's mood involuntarily. It is a subtle floral scent, which is not pungent, but embellishes the room just right.

Intertwined with the fragrance wafting in from the yard outside, it formed a harmonious resonance, filling the entire boudoir with a tranquil and relaxing atmosphere. Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) took a deep breath, his lungs filled with the fragrant breath, and he felt like bathing in the warm spring sun.

He tried to identify the specific source of the fragrance, but found that it was not the scent of a single flower. It was a unique fragrance mixed with many kinds of flowers, some of which were as sweet as roses.

Some are as elegant as orchids, while others may be exotic floral scents that he has never smelled before. These scents overlap and blend with each other, making people feel both familiar and unfamiliar, making people feel novel and a little nostalgic.

Pucha Ningran her delicate and slender hands, gently let go of Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) big hand, then she gently raised her little head, looked at Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) beside her with her tender eyes and blinked her sparkling watery eyes.

An inexplicable light flashed in those tender eyes, as if telling something silently.

At that moment, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) seemed to be able to feel the deep emotion in Pucha Ningran's eyes, which transcended everything that could be expressed in words and struck people's hearts. He became even more confused and didn't understand the deep meaning behind her series of actions.

Then, Pucha Ningran slowly and gently, almost without disturbing the dust floating in the air, twisted her body to the right. Her movements were smooth and full of a natural elegance, without a trace of unnecessary affectation.

As Pucha Ningran turned around, her long skirt swayed slightly with the movement of her body, just like a light petal dancing in the breeze. Her toes lightly tapped the ground, maintaining perfect balance, as if she had practiced this dance step countless times.

Her waist was soft and strong, showing the unique soft lines of a woman. At the same time, Pucha Ningran kept her shoulders steady without a trace of haste, and her back remained straight, demonstrating an indescribable noble temperament.

As she turned around, her hands hung naturally and her fingers gently brushed the hem of her skirt, causing the water-like fabric to ripple gently. She lowered her head and tilted it slightly, causing her long, shiny black hair to sway gently, with some fine strands sticking to her fair neck, adding a touch of softness and charm.

When her body was facing the door, Pucha Ningran raised her head again. Her bright and deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, but she quickly returned to her usual calmness and indifference.

Afterwards, Pucha Ningran stretched out her slender jade hand and lightly touched the door with her fingertips, as if she was playing a silent piece of music. Her slender jade fingers gently slid across the door panel, as if telling a secret story, delicate and full of emotion.

“Squeak—”

The door closed slowly as she pushed it gently, making a slight creaking sound. The sound was like the chords of an ancient musical instrument, low and melodious, until the last slight sound announced the closing of the door.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the air was filled with a tranquil atmosphere that made people's hearts tremble. As the door closed, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became more private and quiet.

It seemed as if it was isolated from the outside world. All the noise and chaos were blocked outside by this door, leaving only Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) and Pucha Ningran together in this fragrant, warm and elegant space.

"What do you want me to help you with?"

Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) voice was particularly clear in the quiet room. His tone was a little curious and a little teasing. He looked at Pu Cha Ningran and gently closed the door with her slender hands.

At that moment, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) seemed to be touched in his heart, as if he suddenly understood many details that he had not noticed before. He could feel Pucha Ningran's intentions and her subtle emotional changes.

However, even though he had the answer in his mind, he decided to pretend to be confused, breaking the silence in the room in such a relaxed way, and a mischievous light flashed in Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) eyes.

Because he knew that such a conversation could ease the delicate atmosphere between them, and also allow Pucha Ningran to put aside his worries and face each other more honestly.

When Pucha Ningran heard Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) words, her movements paused slightly, as if she was infected by the relaxed atmosphere. She turned around with a faint smile in her eyes.

She guessed in her heart that Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) was teasing her on purpose. There was a playfulness and concern in his words, which made her feel warm.

But she also enjoyed it, because such interaction made their relationship more natural and relaxed. It was not just a joke between the two of them, but also an exchange of the soul and a reflection of their tacit understanding with each other.

"Xiao Mo, you are asking this question even though you already know the answer, right?"

Pucha Ningran responded softly.

Her voice is melodious and charming, like a spring breeze blowing gently across a quiet lake, causing ripples, gentle yet agile. Her words carry a light-hearted teasing tone, yet reveal deep affection and trust.

After hearing this, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) smiled even more. He knew that this clever woman, Pucha Ningran, could always show her intelligence and sense of humor inadvertently.

"Xiao Mo, look over there!"

Then, Pucha Ningran's voice was soft and playful. She raised her slender jade fingers and pointed to somewhere behind Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo), as if she had discovered something interesting or worthy of attention.

There was a hint of unintentional temptation in her sweet voice, and her words were like a clear spring, flowing quietly in Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) heart, making him involuntarily curious about what she was referring to.

Hearing the voice, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) slowly turned around and looked in the direction pointed by Pucha Ningran's slender jade finger. He saw an exquisite painting there. The scenery in the painting was pleasant, with clouds and mist lingering between the mountains and rivers, as if telling a distant and beautiful story.

At this moment, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) suddenly felt a warm touch in his arms, and an extremely soft body gently hugged him. This unexpected physical contact instantly made his heart beat faster. A feeling he had never experienced before surged in his heart like an electric current and quickly spread throughout his body.

This hug was full of tenderness and sweetness, silently conveying each other's emotions and desires. At the same time, Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) could feel every breath of the owner of that extremely soft body.

Every subtle movement seemed to be telling the secret deep in his heart. Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) breathing became slightly rapid. He tried to calm himself down and adapt himself to this sudden yet gentle hug.

Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) had a complex emotions surge in his heart. Surprise, excitement, and joy intertwined together to form an indescribable psychological experience. Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) tried hard to adjust his breathing rhythm, wanting to stay calm, but the rising heartbeat betrayed his inner turmoil.

"Xiao Mo~~"

Pucha Ningran's voice was low and full of temptation, like the most charming melody at night, softly and slowly brushing past the ears of Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) in front of him. Her charming voice carried an irresistible charm, as if it could reach directly into people's hearts and arouse the deepest tenderness and desire.

Her delicate and slender hands, like exquisite works of art, gently wrapped around Xu Xingchen's (Li Qingmo) neck. Every touch of her fingers seemed to be playing a private melody that belonged only to the two of them.

The movements were both natural and intimate, as if she was looking for a harbor where she could rely on.

Pucha Ningran hugged him tightly, as if she was hugging a priceless treasure. It was the ultimate expression of trust and dependence on each other. At this moment, their bodies were closely attached to each other, and their breathing and heartbeats seemed to be integrated into one.