Aotian, after his bath, walked calmly to the kitchen.
Normally, cultivators did not eat, and although a Qi Refining cultivator still needed food, many saw it as a waste of time, opting for fasting pills to meet this need and allow them to focus on cultivation.
But for Aotian and Rihai, meals were an opportunity to be together, so they usually had lunch and dinner side by side.
Upon entering the kitchen, he saw Rihai standing in front of the rice pot, watching it quietly.
Hiding his aura, Aotian approached silently, reaching his hands toward her waist.
But suddenly...
"Good morning, Aotian."
Rihai spoke casually, without turning around, with a hint of amusement in her voice.
Aotian froze for a moment, surprised to have been discovered so easily.
Helpless, he proceeded anyway, pulling Rihai by the waist and gently hugging her.
"Ah!"
Rihai let out a small exclamation but did not resist his pull.
Resting his head on her shoulder and admiring her beautiful profile, Aotian couldn't help but ask, curious:
"How did you notice me?"
She rolled her eyes playfully and, with a smile, kissed his cheek.
"Aura isn't the only thing you have to hide. Your breathing, your steps, your scent, the wind that hits your body... all of that needs to be accounted for in a truly stealthy approach."
Aotian raised an eyebrow, surprised, and stole a quick kiss.
"I just wanted to hug you, not assassinate you."
He rolled his eyes, amused by her seriousness.
But inside, he couldn't help but be thoughtful.
'Could it be that Rihai received some training to avoid assassinations? Well, as the granddaughter of someone from an extremely powerful cultivation realm, her tutors must have been nothing short of exceptional.'
Rihai, unaware of Aotian's thoughts, just shrugged at his words, still smiling.
"Well, if you're going to do something, at least do it right."
She stuck out her tongue, teasing him.
Aotian gritted his teeth, pretending to be angry.
"You're being a very bad girl... I think I'll have to punish you."
Without hesitation, he grabbed the hem of her dress and started lifting it slowly, revealing her soft, white thighs.
This time, it was Rihai who looked at him, helpless.
"Can you be a little more honest?"
She sighed as Aotian's hand slipped under her dress and started sliding upward, caressing her bare skin.
Without waiting for him to continue, she lifted her hand to grab his and complained.
"Why pretend to be angry when you're clearly taking advantage of me without even trying to hide it?"
Aotian sighed, disappointed as he felt his hand being stopped, preventing it from going any further.
'At least I can still enjoy this part.'
He thought as he gently squeezed and caressed Rihai's soft thigh.
She looked at him with a mix of amusement and helplessness.
"How long are you going to keep your hand there?"
Her face was already slightly flushed as she felt Aotian's fingers exploring her skin.
"No idea."
He answered seriously.
And then, with desire in his voice, he whispered in her ear.
"Rihai, I'm really uncomfortable down there... can you help me again? Since that day, you've been refusing, and it's been tormenting me."
His voice was husky and desperate as he kissed and lightly licked her neck—her weak spot.
The arm around her waist tightened even more, and Aotian pressed his hips against her backside, letting her feel exactly what he was talking about.
Rihai, feeling the kisses on her weak spot, combined with his words and the sensation pressing against her, hesitated.
She bit her lips slightly, and her eyes started to become hazy.
Unconsciously, she raised her left hand to Aotian's head, which was kissing her neck, gently stroking his hair while enjoying the sensation.
With short breaths and a soft voice, she answered after a quiet moan.
"Hum… not yet, Aotian. Wait a little longer until we truly become Daoist companions, then we'll do those things."
Her voice was a whisper full of pleasure, but even so, she remained firm in her decision.
Aotian had already expected this answer and agreed with it.
But just because he agreed mentally didn't mean his body could physically resist.
"Alright..."
He whispered against her skin, not stopping from kissing her beautiful, fair neck.
His arm wrapped around her even tighter, and his hips pressed more firmly against her, letting her feel the large bulge in his pants.
For several minutes, his movements intensified, while Rihai rolled her eyes in pleasure.
And then, suddenly, he removed the hand that had been playing with her thigh and swiftly moved it up to grab her boobs, squeezing them firmly and pressing her even more against himself.
"Ahh!"
Rihai, lost in pleasure, was not prepared for this.
Her hazy eyes widened with moisture, and her body suddenly started trembling fiercely as soft, suppressed moans escaped her lips.
Aotian was surprised but held her tightly, wrapping his arms around her as he felt her shudder.
After a few seconds of trembling, she finally relaxed, her eyes still misty.
But, shortly after, her mind cleared slightly, and her face turned extremely red.
Aotian held her tightly, knowing she would try to run away.
"Calm down, Rihai! This is normal!"
He said quickly, trying to reassure her.
His words made her freeze for a moment.
"You just had an orgams, it's normal. And it's a good thing it happened with me."
He continued, not wanting her to feel embarrassed.
"In fact, if you pay attention, you'll notice how even more excited I am because of it. I can barely wait for the moment to finally enter insi—"
But before he could finish, Rihai's hand covered his mouth.
"Aotian… do something for me…"
Her voice trembled, her head lowered, her hair hiding her face.
But it was impossible not to notice how red she was.
Aotian swallowed hard, waiting.
And then…
"Stop talking!"
She exclaimed, pressing her legs together, and in a swift motion, pulled away from his chest.
In the blink of an eye, she drew a sword from her storage ring, jumped onto it, and disappeared down the corridor, flying away.
Aotian looked at the scene, speechless.
Then, helplessly, he turned to the rice that was still cooking and turned off the fire, feeling bitter.
"Well… looks like tonight's dinner was canceled."
He shook his head, a mix of amusement and frustration.
Then, lowering his gaze to his pants, where a large bulge was still present, he sighed bitterly.
Looking over at his own hand, he sighed again.
"Looks like it's just you and me again tonight."
"..."