Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 40 - 62: Eldest Senior Brother

The moon slowly ascended into the sky, casting a gentle light on the two people inside the room, while ambiguous sounds reached the outside of the door.

Xue Yang painfully covered his face, tormented by the fluctuating voices from inside the room.

After some time, Xue Yang numbly lifted his legs and returned to his room.

After the storm, Fanxing embraced Qingling, his long hands stroking her hair over and over, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Early the next morning, Xue Yang went to Qingling’s room. Fanxing had already left, and Qingling was alone, lying deeply asleep on the large bed. Looking at her flushed face after sleeping, he picked her up, blanket and all, in one motion.

Qingling felt uncomfortable from his actions and moaned softly, waking up with a dazed expression in her eyes.

Xue Yang said nothing and summoned his flying spiritual beast, with Qingling staring at it blankly.

He commanded the spiritual beast to a hot spring, which they had discovered a few days ago on their journey, and now it finally served a purpose.

Xue Yang unwrapped the blanket around Qingling, unbothered even seeing her body covered with marks, whereas Qingling was extremely embarrassed by his actions.

Just yesterday, she confessed in front of Brother Fanxing that Xue Yang was her lover, yet early in the morning, he discovered what she had done with Brother Fanxing — how could she not feel guilty?

"Xue Yang..." Qingling started to say something but then stopped, her eyes showing a mixture of apology and reluctance.

"Shh, don’t speak." Xue Yang’s index finger pressed against her crimson lips, gently carrying her into the hot spring.

His fair, slender hands kept wiping her body, as if trying to erase those red marks. Qingling’s body was still very sensitive from last night’s passions. Suddenly, she moaned softly, collapsing against him.

Xue Yang smoothly caught her and paused for a moment before continuing to wipe away the marks, focusing repeatedly on the areas with the most redness.

Qingling’s breathing grew heavier, her little red mouth slightly opened, letting out moan after moan.

"Qingling, I love you, do you love me?" Xue Yang gently whispered in her ear.

Qingling twisted her tender body, feeling a sense of emptiness, and looked at him passionately upon hearing his question, "Love, I love you too."

"What about your Brother Fanxing?" Xue Yang, reminded of the previous night, asked painfully.

"I love him too," Qingling suddenly stretched out her arms to embrace Xue Yang’s waist, crying as she spoke, "Can you please not make me choose? I love both of you; I don’t want to leave anyone."

Listening to her crying, Xue Yang felt a pang of heartache, feeling her warm tears against his chest, he hugged her even tighter, repeatedly apologizing, "I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have pressured you."

Qingling looked up, her eyes brimming with tears and a fragile look, "Then will you leave me?"

Seeing the fragility in her eyes, Xue Yang felt as if his heart was being pricked with needles. She was the little fairy who had saved his life! How could he bear to see her sad? He loved her, and she loved him too, so why would he ever leave her?

"No, I will not leave you." Xue Yang swore to the heavens.

Qingling finally showed a smile, unbelievably beautiful in the mild morning sunlight and the misty vapors of the hot spring.

Xue Yang, as if his soul was bewitched, tenderly kissed her red lips. Qingling responded passionately, her long legs wrapping around his lean, strong waist. Xue Yang supported her with one hand and caressed her back with the other, kissing her fervently.

Slowly, Xue Yang gently placed the limp Qingling on a large rock inside the hot spring, eagerly shedding his own clothes.

Everything progressed naturally, and the waters of the hot spring rippled in layers with their movements.

Not far away in the bushes, Fanxing was squatting on the ground, though it was unclear when he had arrived.

"Junior Brother, Father has asked Shun Ying and me to visit Array Sect, will you join us?" Shun Hua, sitting sprawled on the soft grass, still held a pot of Spiritual Wine given to him by Little Wood Spirit.

"Array Sect?" Ye Qiu suddenly recalled that the eldest disciple of Array Sect was also one of Qingling’s harem. He was also Shun Ying’s betrothed, and in his past life, it was because of this man that Shun Ying lost her life. He wondered if the two were involved with each other now.

In the past life, the Sword Sect and Array Sect had a severe falling out over these three people, leading to significant losses of strongholds during the Demon Clan and Demon Clan invasions due to mutual suspicions.

"When are we going? I heard Array Sect has a formidable One Sword Formation, I would also like to see it."

"Haha... Junior Brother, I knew you’re only interested in cultivation," Shun Hua joked. "Next month is the birthday of the Sect Leader’s Wife of Array Sect, you know that Shun Ying and their eldest son Xue Yang are promised to each other by betrothal. We will head there earlier than others, starting in three days. Can you make it, Junior Brother?"

"I’m free, just call me when it’s time to leave," Ye Qiu nodded and agreed.

Elsewhere, Xue Yang, holding Qingling in his arms, pleaded with anticipation, "Qingling, next month is my mother’s birthday, come back with me!"

He truly loved her, desperate to introduce her to his family. Qingling was so capable, kind-hearted, and beautiful, and she had also saved his life. Surely, his father and mother would like her.

As for Shun Ying, his practically unknown betrothed, he brushed her off completely. A mere verbally agreed childhood betrothal could simply be called off, what impact could it have? At most, he would compensate them with some Spirit Stones.

Qingling, too, was eager to see this sect, which was only slightly weaker than their Sword Sect in both influence and resources. She agreed to his request without much thought, and they set off together with Fanxing, the Young Master of Meteor Trading House who had just finished handling his affairs.

Although the two men found each other abrasive, for the sake of Qingling, they tacitly maintained harmony. However, if one man spent the night with Qingling, the other would surely not lag behind the next day.

This resulted in their journey taking more than twice as long as originally planned. By the time Ye Qiu and his group arrived at Array Sect, Xue Yang, the biological son, had not yet returned.

Cultivators have long lifespans, celebrating birthdays only once every hundred years. This time it was the four-hundredth birthday celebration of the Sect Leader’s Wife of Array Sect.

"Brother Hua, Sister Ying, you’ve arrived." After meeting the Sect Leader and his wife, a teenager who appeared to be 17 or 18 years old ran over to them joyfully, his bright eyes twinkling like stars.

Ye Qiu noticed his especially warm gaze towards Shun Ying and couldn’t help but ask, "Who is this?"

"Oh, Junior Brother, let me introduce you, this is Array Sect Leader’s youngest son, Xue Ze." Shun Hua patted the young boy’s head, clearly delighted to see him as well.