Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 472 A Seductive Night Under the Moon

In the middle of the night, the immortal lay in the backyard.

A silvery-white light tinged with red shone down from the sky, giving the entire courtyard a unique atmosphere.

The bamboo rustled in the wind, which carried the fragrance of flowers and a hint of wine.

Yan Ruyu sat down next to the stone table.

She wore a plain white dress and her white hair was loose.

On the stone table were two jars of wine, two wine cups, and two small dishes.

The key point is—Yan Ruyu wasn't wearing shoes.

A pair of bare feet stepped on the bluestone slabs, the toes were as white as jade carvings, and the nails even had a faint glow.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't completely on the ground; it was just very close to the ground.

Yan Ruyu looked down at her feet, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

She has been preserving these feet for two thousand years.

Soaking it in the spring water and applying it with flower dew every day makes it more precious than some people's faces.

I'm not wearing shoes tonight, so Lin Chen will see me.

Everything tonight was meticulously prepared by Yan Ruyu.

From clothes to hair, from posture to eyes.

Everything was calculated perfectly.

Too much and it becomes vulgar; too little and it becomes bland.

She mentally gave herself a perfect score.

Just then, footsteps came from the Moon Gate.

Lin Chen walked in.

He wore a long, dark robe, his hair was casually tied back, and his face wore that same smug expression that he never showed before.

Lin Chen walked to the stone table and sat down opposite Yan Ruyu.

He first looked Yan Ruyu up and down.

Then his gaze moved down and landed on those bare feet, lingering for two seconds.

She then looked away, her eyes twitching almost imperceptibly.

Yan Ruyu smiled slightly, secretly pleased with herself.

Then he picked up the wine jar and poured two glasses of wine.

The wine flowed from the mouth of the jar, amber in color, shimmering in the moonlight, and made a crisp sound as it fell into the cup.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, each sound feels like a tap on the heart.

Yan Ruyu pushed one of the cups in front of Lin Chen.

Lin Chen picked up his wine glass, but didn't drink it right away. He took a sniff of it first.

The aroma of the wine is delicate and refreshing, not an overpowering fragrance, but a subtle one that makes you want to close your eyes.

Lin Chen took a sip.

It has a smooth and mellow taste, with a long-lasting aftertaste.

A warm feeling rose from my stomach, traveled along my meridians to my limbs, just like soaking in a hot spring, so comfortable that I wanted to sigh.

"Good wine." Lin Chen put down his wine glass, his tone indifferent.

The wine was fine, brimming with spiritual energy, something most terrestrial immortals couldn't handle, but for him it was just ordinary.

Yan Ruyu picked up her cup, took a sip, put it down, looked at Lin Chen, and slowly said:

"This wine was left to me by my master. It's been three thousand years, and today is the first time the jar has been opened."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Lin Chen with a meaningful expression.

Lin Chen looked at the amber-colored liquid in the glass and thought to himself:

Does your master know that you're using her wine to seduce men?

Or perhaps your master left you this wine so you could seduce men?

These words circled on Lin Chen's lips three times before he swallowed them back.

Never mind, let's not ruin the mood.

This old lady is so well-prepared, she's not even wearing shoes. If I were to say something that spoils the mood, I'd be really inhuman.

Lin Chen picked up his wine glass and took another sip.

Yan Ruyu also picked up her wine glass and took a sip.

The two of them just kept drinking, neither of them saying a word.

The two small dishes on the table remained untouched.

The bamboo in the courtyard rustled in the wind, and occasionally a gust of wind blew bamboo leaves onto the stone table, landing between the two people.

Yan Ruyu gently brushed aside the bamboo leaves, looked up, and met Lin Chen's eyes.

His gaze was so calm, so quiet, that it didn't seem like he was looking at a woman trying to seduce him, but rather like he was looking at a painting.

I appreciate it, but I don't want to possess it.

Yan Ruyu rolled her eyes inwardly: Pretend, go ahead and pretend.

She poured herself another glass of wine and pushed it towards her, saying, "Drink."

"I'm drinking." Lin Chen picked up his cup.

The two clinked glasses.

Ding.

The crisp sound was especially clear in the quiet night.

Another silence followed.

But it wasn't an awkward silence; it was a silence where both people knew what was going to happen, but neither was in a hurry for it to happen.

Like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, slowly simmering and stewing it until the water boils, then the frog can't escape.

Yan Ruyu was secretly delighted: This man can't escape now.

When a jar of wine is almost empty.

Yan Ruyu suddenly put down her wine cup and said, "Young Master Lin."

The voice was a little lower than before, with an indescribable quality.

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes, secretly amused: This old lady is probably about to unleash her ultimate move.

Sure enough, Yan Ruyu stood up, her bare feet stepping on the bluestone slabs, her white hair falling from her shoulders, fluttering gently in the wind.

"The moon is beautiful tonight, shall I dance for you?"

Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, holding his wine glass, and said with a smile:

"Let's jump!"

Yan Ruyu slowly raised her hand, from her side upwards, like a flower slowly blooming.

First the petals unfold, then the stamens are revealed, and finally the entire flower blooms in the moonlight.

This is the art of seduction, not the tentative flirting of daytime; it's the real art of seduction.

The secret of the Hehuan Sect, which has been kept secret for two thousand years, has only been used on one person.

The man glanced at her and immediately surrendered.

Yan Ruyu began to dance.

Her white hair shone with a silvery-red light in the moonlight, cascading down like a waterfall.

The white dress fluttered gently in the wind, its hem brushing against the bluestone ground with a soft rustling sound.

Walking barefoot on the bluestone slabs, each step felt like walking on water.

It's not the way you walk, but the way your toes touch the ground first, then the ball of your foot, and finally your heel.

The whole process was incredibly slow, yet so fast that it was almost impossible to see.

Her hand traced a graceful arc in the air, her fingertips glowing softly.

Her waist was like a willow branch in the wind, bending and twisting.

Every inch of her body is telling a story, inviting, and seducing.

Yan Ruyu knew very well what she was doing.

She kept glancing at Lin Chen out of the corner of her eye as she jumped.

Lin Chen held his wine glass, leaned back in his chair, and watched intently.

His eyes followed Yan Ruyu's figure, from her hair to her toes, from her waist to her fingers, not missing an inch.

This old lady's dance is so captivating that probably no man could resist it.

Lin Chen couldn't resist either.

He is indeed a holy being.

But the Holy Venerable is also a man, not to mention that Lin Chen is a lecherous man.

Lin Chen's body responded honestly, a heat rising in his lower abdomen, as if a fire was burning inside.

Lin Chen did not suppress it.

It's not that I can't suppress it, it's that I don't want to.

Why suppress it? It's not like it's an affair or a crime.

If a beautiful woman dances for you under the moonlight, you'd be a fool not to watch; if you watch and react, you'd be normal; but if you pretend to be a saint, that's hypocrisy.

Lin Chen was unwilling to be a hypocrite.

He held his wine glass, watching with great satisfaction, occasionally taking a sip of wine, his posture like someone watching a blockbuster movie in a theater, only missing a bucket of popcorn.

Yan Ruyu jumped as she approached Lin Chen.

She first went around to Lin Chen's back.

White hair hung down, the ends brushing against Lin Chen's neck, and a faint orchid fragrance made Lin Chen involuntarily sniff.

Yan Ruyu turned to face Lin Chen again.

The hem of her skirt brushed past Lin Chen's knees, as lightly as a butterfly landing on a petal.

She gently tapped Lin Chen's shoulder with her hand.

Lin Chen instantly felt his body go weak.

The dance, the person—at this moment, Lin Chen had already forgotten that Yan Ruyu was over two thousand years old.

Lin Chen downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, thinking to himself: What man could resist such temptation?

The answer is—no.

not a single one.