Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

Xian Lin'er wore a fitted, plain top that hugged her body, accentuating her slender waist and hinting at her soft curves. Her long, smooth legs were enticing, exuding an irresistible charm. She wrapped her arms around Qianran's neck, gazing at him with deep affection.

Xian Lin'er, like Qian Renxue, had a touch of softness to her, giving her a comfortable allure.

Perhaps this was the beauty of a fuller figure — the appeal that the Tang Dynasty admired.

Who wouldn't be captivated? Qianran certainly was.

On a young girl, a little extra softness might not look the same, but on a mature woman, it added a unique charm.

"Alright, that's enough," Xian Lin'er said, pushing Qianran away. They'd been kissing for so long that she feared she might lose control if they continued.

"Aww," Qianran sighed in disappointment.

"What are you pouting about? You've already had your fill," Xian Lin'er shot him a playful glare. They were in a lab, and someone could show up at any moment. Being caught would be difficult to explain.

Not that she didn't know what Qianran was thinking.

There was no way she'd let herself be swept away so easily; she hadn't even figured out where they were headed yet.

"It's not my fault you're so beautiful."

Xian Lin'er traced her fingers over Qianran's abs, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

She crouched down, transfixed as she touched his defined muscles. Qianran's body was immaculate, carrying a faint, fresh scent, like being bathed in warm sunlight.

Even as a woman, she couldn't help but appreciate his athletic, sun-kissed physique.

"This little rascal really has a great body."

Qianran's status was far below hers, yet why was she so drawn to him?

If the people at the academy knew she was showing this side of herself to a student, what would they think?

The disparity in age and status only deepened Xian Lin'er's unique feelings for Qianran, filling her with an urge to protect and cherish him. Whenever she saw the longing in his eyes, her heart softened.

Hehe.

If Qianran had a camera, he'd snap a picture of Xian Lin'er from this angle.

Who would've thought that this was Xian Lin'er?

He was touched by how she let go of her pride for him.

Xian Lin'er's feelings were genuine, while he was indulging in this desire. He felt guilty.

"My legs are numb."

Her legs had gone numb from crouching, especially in heels, making the position even more uncomfortable.

"You little rascal, you've really won me over. If you ever treat me poorly, I won't let you get away with it," she glared at him, moving back slightly and kneeling gently.

As Shrek Academy's Valkyrie, she valued her dignity as highly as her life.

Forcing her to kneel would be akin to death.

But with Qianran, it was different; he was her lover, and this was voluntary.

Though not officially his wife, she was willing to treat him as her husband in every other way.

Qianran was the second man she'd cared for, or perhaps the first. Her feelings for Yan Shaozhe had been innocent and without intense desire, whereas with Qianran, it was different.

Maybe he was the first — and possibly the greatest — love of her life.

Yet she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret that he hadn't come into her life sooner.

"I'll never let you down. If I do, may lightning strike me down," Qianran vowed earnestly. Xian Lin'er had done so much for him; how could he not be grateful? She wasn't like Dong'er and the others; she was a woman who stood at the pinnacle of the continent, yet she showed him such tenderness, deeply moving Qianran.

He wouldn't push her for more.

Xian Lin'er struggled with her own emotions; being with him brought her significant pressure, so Qianran was content to wait until she came to terms with it.

He still didn't have enough power to protect her; in fact, he relied on her. Only when he grew stronger could he silence all rumors. Until then, he would keep their relationship private to spare her any discomfort.

"As long as you mean it, that's enough. Swearing like that… what if it actually comes true?" Xian Lin'er replied, a touch of happiness in her voice. If Qianran's feelings were genuine, all she'd done for him was worth it.

In her heels, she tucked her legs neatly beneath her, her curvaceous figure accentuated, her skin faintly visible beneath the dark, semi-transparent stockings.

Watching her, Qianran felt that life couldn't get any better.

Even if his life ended now, he'd have no regrets. Since his transmigration, his luck had been unparalleled.

"Lin'er, you're truly amazing. You're so kind; let me take care of you from now on." Qianran whispered, gazing down at her, gently stroking her soft hair as if she were a child.

"Hmph. I must have owed you in a past life," she replied, looking up at him with a mix of tenderness and resignation. Why else would she be so captivated by him?

He couldn't be more grateful for the privilege of her love. She was someone standing at the very top, yet she showed such kindness to him.

As for pushing for more, he would never force her.

Xian Lin'er's conflicted feelings meant being with him brought her pressure, so he'd wait patiently until she was ready.

And he'd continue to grow strong enough to protect her, eventually letting everyone see she belonged to him.