Chapter 133: Fun With Qingwu In Infirmary

His words, laced with a double entendre, caused Xia Qingwu to bite her lip. She couldn't deny the yearning in his voice, nor the desire that flared hot within her own body. Perhaps there was some truth to his playful claim. Maybe a little indulgence wouldn't hurt.

With a resigned sigh, she mumbled, "Alright, fine. But go easy on me, alright? Remember, you're still injured."

A triumphant grin spread across Wang Li's face. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a teasing kiss. "As you wish, my love," he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the passionate scene unfolding within the infirmary, the young maid hurried towards Xia Bingling's chambers. Bursting through the door, she announced breathlessly, "Matriarch! Master Wang... he's awake!"

However, before she could launch into a detailed explanation of the state that she found them in, Xia Bingling cut her off. "Thank you, little Nu," she said, her voice betraying a hint of amusement. "I know. I can sense Li's aura strengthening."

Xia Bingling had been meticulously cultivating her newfound connection to the world since her ascension to Soul Integration Realm. It allowed her to perceive subtle fluctuations in spiritual energy, and Wang Li's recovery was like a beacon to her senses.

Before the maid could stammer any further, Xia Bingling brushed past her, a determined glint in her eyes. "Prepare a celebratory feast," she commanded. "Wang Li deserves a grand welcome back to the land of the living."

A knowing smile spread across the maid's face. She curtseyed deeply. "Of course, Matriarch."

Meanwhile, back in the infirmary, Xia Bingling reached the door, her hand instinctively reaching for the knob. However, before she could push it open, the sounds emanating from within caused her cheeks to flush crimson.

The unmistakable sounds of moans and passionate whispers left no doubt about the activities unfolding inside. Xia Bingling stumbled back, a mixture of amusement and shock battling within her.

Without a pause, she flung open the infirmary door, her eyes landing on a sight that made her cheeks burn. Wang Li lay sprawled on top of Xia Qingwu, their bodies tangled in a passionate embrace.

A strangled gasp escaped Xia Qingwu's lips. Xia Bingling's cheeks turned the color of a ripe sunset, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the frantic beating of their hearts.

Seeing her mother, Xia Qingwu was about to blurt out an apology, but Xia Bingling beat her to it. With a single, hurried gesture, she slammed the door shut and disappeared down the hallway, leaving her daughter and Wang Li speechless.

The silence in the room was heavy with both shock and a newfound awareness. Wang Li, slowly registering the situation, broke into a nervous chuckle.

"Well," he drawled, a playful glint in his eyes, "that was unexpected."

Xia Qingwu, her blush deepening, finally found her voice. "Mother!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of exasperation and relief.

Wang Li was no stranger to the Xia Family mansion. He navigated the familiar corridors with practiced ease, his movements silent and swift. Reaching Xia Bingling's chamber, he paused for a moment, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

A single, agile leap brought him through the window.

The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow emanating from a lamp shaped like a blooming lotus flower.

The room was bathed in a soft moonlight filtering through the window. It illuminated Xia Bingling, her form draped in a white silk nightgown that clung to her curves in a way that sent a jolt of desire through him. Her long blonde hair cascaded across the pillow, and her purple eyes, usually sharp and alert, were closed in peaceful slumber. The sight of her sent a jolt of desire sizzling through him.

With a wolfish grin playing on his lips, Wang Li inched closer. Her beauty took his breath away even in her sleep. She was not just powerful, but mature and alluring in a way that Qingwu hadn't yet fully blossomed into.

Reaching out, he trailed a finger down her arm, the cool silk sending shivers down his spine. His touch, light at first, sent a tremor through her, snapping her eyes open.

A flicker of surprise quickly melted into a knowing smile. "Li," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. "You certainly seem to have recovered quickly."

"Indeed," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "Thanks to a... stimulating session with your daughter."

A playful glint danced in her eyes. "Really now? And here I thought you might be a tad exhausted after such a marathon."

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Exhausted from Qingwu, perhaps," he teased, "but never from you, Bingling."

A chuckle escaped her lips, and she reached up, her fingers tracing the contours of his face. "You are a bold one, Li," she purred. "Coming straight to my chamber after such a... public display."

He shrugged, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Why dwell on the past," he countered, "when we can create a new, more exciting present?"

"Exciting, you say?" she raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her gaze.

"Indeed," he confirmed, his hand dipping beneath the nightgown, sending a gasp escaping her lips. "And rough, if that's what you desire."

He wasn't wrong. A spark flickered in her eyes, a wildness he rarely saw during their clandestine encounters. Her lips curved into a predatory smile. "Li," she breathed, her voice laced with a dangerous edge, "by all means, don't show me any mercy."

A triumphant grin split his face. And tonight, he would be her dominant conqueror.

With a growl that echoed through the room, he devoured her with a kiss, his intentions clear and undeniable. Xia Bingling met his ardor with equal fervor, their desires igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both. As the night wore on, the air crackled with unspoken words and raw passion, a secret melody played out in the confines of her chamber.