Becoming An Immortal Begins With Marrying A Wife

Chapter 285: Ning Xian'er's Attributes (22)

Chen An coldly pushed away Ning Xian'er's hand and spoke in a feigned indifferent tone, "Forget it. You ignore me when I talk to you, and I bet you wouldn't let me touch you even if I tried. If I don't leave, what's the point of staying?"

"It's not like that, I didn't..."

Ning Xian'er became anxious, afraid that Chen An would really leave.

Chen An remained indifferent, even imitating Wen Zhiyun's usual unreasonable tone, he questioned her soul word by word, "It's not like that, then how is it?"

"I... I'm just being a little willful..."

Ning Xian'er felt wronged. This time, she truly compromised and dared not throw a tantrum at Chen An anymore.

Chen An's expression softened slightly, and he sat back on the bed, saying, "Then why did you call me here?"

"To... to have a child."

Ning Xian'er's face turned red, and she suppressed her shame, speaking in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

This was the most embarrassing thing she had ever said in her life.

The previous telepathic communication didn't count.

Because it wasn't said face to face, and she was highly emotional at the time, not calm at all.

But now, she was incredibly calm, genuinely compromising and obedient.

Chen An continued to embody the character of the arrogant concubine Wen Zhiyun, persistently asking, "What child? Whose child?"

"Lord Saintess, I don't quite understand."

Every word Chen An said pierced Ning Xian'er's sense of shame.

Ning Xian'er's face blushed, and her sense of shame had reached its limit.

The words she wanted to say were already at the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn't say them.

The previous "having a child" had already exhausted all her courage.

Chen An waited silently for a few seconds.

Seeing that Ning Xian'er still didn't speak, he decisively got up and walked away, not indulging her at all, wanting to force her to take the initiative.

Ning Xian'er became anxious when she saw this. She quickly grabbed his hand and wouldn't let him leave. With a hint of reluctance, she lowered her head, closed her beautiful eyes, and bit her lip in shame, saying, "Don't... don't go!"

"Please don't leave, Chen An?"

"I want to have your child, I want to give birth to your child!"

Every word she said consumed her sense of shame.

Chen An listened with satisfaction and sat back down by the bed.

He extended his index finger and lifted Ning Xian'er's flawless and delicate face, looking at her as he asked, "You're not my wife, why do you want to have my child?"

"I'm willing to be your wife, to bear children for you..."

Ning Xian'er kept her eyes closed throughout the process, and the increasing weight of shame made it impossible for her to open her eyes.

Chen An caressed her face and said, "But, Lord Saintess, I already have a wife. Her name is Song Huaying, and she has given birth to a lovely daughter named Chen Yuejian. I love them both very much."

"Then marry another one..."

"How can I marry? A man can only have one wife. Are you asking me to divorce her and marry you?"

"..."

Ning Xian'er fell silent for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally discarded all her dignity and sense of shame. In a barely audible voice, she said, "I'm willing to be your concubine..."

At the moment she said these words, she felt that she had lost all face and would never be able to raise her head in front of Chen An again.

She remembered the scene she saw in the photo stone that day. Xiao Qingyue was extremely humble in front of Chen An, doing whatever he asked her to do, without any dignity.

She couldn't imagine how low she would become after becoming Chen An's concubine.

She didn't want to be Chen An's concubine.

But she also didn't want to see Xiao Qingyue and Chen An showing affection from an outsider's perspective, feeling that what belonged to her had been taken away by Xiao Qingyue, feeling that she had been greatly wronged.

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and the more she felt wronged, the more she wanted it, to the point where she compromised and let Chen An control her.

Seeing that the Saintess had said this much, Chen An didn't push further. Instead, he placed his hand on her shoulder, pushed her down onto the bed, and skillfully pressed himself on top of her.

At this moment, Ning Xian'er could clearly hear her own heartbeat.

Faster and faster.

Heavier and heavier.

It feels like a little deer is running wild inside, jumping and making a "bang bang" sound.

At the same time, her fair and beautiful face blushes slightly, feeling a hint of heat, and her whole body has become soft, like a tender cabbage waiting to be picked.

Looking at the lady saint beneath him, Chen An couldn't hold back anymore. He immediately held her hands tightly and lowered his head to kiss her incessantly.

At first, Ning Xian'er was a little uncomfortable and nervous, curling up her jade feet and tightly pressing her round toes together, making them look even more delicate and charming.

But after a few kisses, she became less nervous and gradually responded to Chen An, her movements becoming more natural.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about right, Chen An put his hand on Ning Xian'er's waist, untied the belt on her dress, and wanted to break through the last barrier.

But as soon as the belt was untied, Ning Xian'er grabbed his hand and stopped him from going further.

"What's wrong?"

Chen An frowned slightly, feeling displeased that his actions were being hindered.

Ning Xian'er shyly opened her beautiful eyes, filled with spring water, and said weakly, "Chen An, I'm very nervous right now. Can you give me a full body massage to relax first?"

"What if you go back on your word after the massage?"

"I won't."

"A woman's mouth is full of lies, I don't believe you."

"Please..."

Ning Xian'er's voice was soft and tender, evoking pity.

Chen An felt his heart melting and couldn't help but kiss her, smiling and saying, "Alright, I'll trust the lady saint this once. Let me give you a full body massage first."

"Don't call me lady saint..."

"What should I call you then?"

"Call me Xian'er..."

Ning Xian'er's voice carried a hint of a spoiled little woman, making it impossible for Chen An to refuse.

Chen An gently patted Ning Xian'er and said, "Alright, Xian'er, take off your clothes and lie on the bed so that the clothes won't get in the way. Then, I'll give you a full body massage."

"Mmm..."

Ning Xian'er responded almost inaudibly, quickly sat up and took off her clothes, and followed Chen An's instructions to lie naked on the bed.

Chen An didn't just look, he immediately started massaging her.

Starting from the soles of her feet, he massaged all the way up to her temples, completely relaxing her body and mind.

"Are you relaxed now?"

Chen An removed his hands from Ning Xian'er's temples and asked gently.

Ning Xian'er hugged the embroidered pillow, burying her blushing face in it, and whispered, "Mmm, I'm relaxed."

"Then turn over and give me your most precious thing."

Chen An said this calmly and naturally.

Ning Xian'er mentally prepared herself for a moment, then used her hand to cover her hot and blushing face as she turned her graceful and charming body over, allowing the experienced Chen An to explore.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next morning.

Chen An hugged Ning Xian'er, who still had traces of tears on her face, with a satisfied expression, and his gaze fell on the several prompt messages in front of him.

[Formation Experience +1] x29

[Name: Chen An]

[Formation Technique: Second Rank Advanced · 29%]

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[Name: Ning Xian'er]

[Cultivation: Nascent Soul Sixth Layer]

[Attributes: Exquisite and ethereal, daring to love and hate]

[Emotions: 0 stars · (Not yet ranked)]

"I didn't expect the lady saint's special talent to be in formations."

Chen An looked at the prompt messages in front of him and couldn't help but feel surprised.

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