两男吃我奶头一边一个口述

Chapter 152

“Sis, I’m expecting again,” she revealed.

“Oh?” Liu Xinshui expressed surprise.

In just a few months, Liu Xinyue found herself pregnant once more.

“Xinyue, how can you be pregnant again?” Liu Xinshui was shocked. This was already her third child.

Liu Xinyue appeared to have remarkable fertility, but it was more accurate to say that Li Su was incredibly potent. Over the past few years, whenever Li Su visited, the result was consistent.

Liu Xinshui was well aware of this fact. Seeing Liu Xinyue’s impending fourth pregnancy, she could only rely on her.

“Sis, I’m pregnant again,” Liu Xinyue announced again.

After this child’s birth, in just a few months, Liu Xinyue was pregnant again, marking her fourth child’s arrival. Liu Xinshui was growing somewhat accustomed to the situation.

“Please consider taking some precautions after this child,” she advised. “You’ve been continuously having children.”

Several years later, Liu Xinshui couldn’t hold back any longer. Liu Xinyue’s fertility was indeed exceptional. In ten years, she had given birth to six children, averaging more than one child per year. She seemed to be in a perpetual cycle of childbirth.

Liu Xinshui couldn’t help but comment, “Well, after this child, maybe you should consider not having any more.”

Liu Xinyue nodded, and Liu Xinshui breathed a sigh of relief. She had been genuinely concerned about Liu Xinyue’s continuous pregnancies. While women couldn’t give birth indefinitely, cultivators’ bodies were much stronger than ordinary people’s. If Liu Xinyue kept having children, it was possible she could have dozens more.

“Sis, I suddenly want to take on the role of the sect leader. Let’s swap roles for a few days and change our attire and accommodations,” Liu Xinyue playfully suggested.

“Alright,” Liu Xinshui agreed, reminiscing about their youthful days when they enjoyed role-playing like this. Even their master couldn’t always tell them apart.

As Nascent Soul cultivators, such activities had become rare for the sisters. Still, Liu Xinyue occasionally desired to pretend to be the sect leader and swap roles with Liu Xinshui.

“Sis, let’s establish a rule from the beginning: the one who can’t stay in character properly loses,” Liu Xinyue proposed.

“Sis,” Liu Xinshui smiled as she recalled their past together and agreed, “Alright.”

However, she was concerned, “What if Li Su visits?”

“If he comes, he comes. Sis, you can simply pretend to be me,” Liu Xinyue replied.

“Oh?” Liu Xinshui raised an eyebrow.

“But what if he becomes overly familiar or attempts something at night?” Liu Xinshui inquired anxiously.

“Sis, he will be able to tell during the night,” Liu Xinyue reassured.

Liu Xinshui still had reservations.

“Sis, please, just say yes to me,” Liu Xinyue coquettishly wrapped her arm around her. It was a gesture she hadn’t used in years, which touched Liu Xinshui’s heart.

She nodded and agreed, “Sis, you mustn’t let anyone see through it. Let me take on the role of the sect leader for a month.”

Liu Xinyue joyfully accepted, and they proceeded to exchange their clothing, accessories, and even their accommodations.

Liu Xinyue seamlessly stepped into the role of the sect leader, and Liu Xinshui, in turn, assumed her sister’s identity. Their striking similarity made it nearly impossible for even their disciple, Mengmeng, to discern the change.

For Liu Xinshui, occasionally taking on the persona of her younger sister brought enjoyment. As the elder sibling, she often shouldered more responsibilities, while the younger sibling relished greater freedom and fewer worries.

However, on the third day, Li Su arrived and addressed her as “Xinyue,” entering her room and taking her hand. This room belonged to Liu Xinyue, and Liu Xinshui’s face turned crimson. Though she wanted to clarify that she was not Liu Xinyue, her sister’s desire to be the sect leader for a month held her back.

Undeterred by her apparent shyness, Li Su suggested, “Why are you so bashful? Come on, let’s visit our daughter,” and led her away. They held hands, intending to see their child.

“Husband, they’re napping now. Let’s not disturb them,” Liu Xinshui mimicked her sister’s tone. Surprisingly, when she intentionally imitated Liu Xinyue, her voice matched perfectly. Not visiting their daughter was due to the child’s innate ability to recognize her mother and aunt.

“Alright, then let’s go for a walk,” Li Su proposed, still holding her hand as they left. As they strolled and talked, Liu Xinshui’s heart raced, but Li Su’s gentle words eased her, and she relaxed in a way she rarely did. She gradually immersed herself in Liu Xinyue’s role, understanding why her sister was enamored with Li Su.

Liu Xinshui, with over a thousand years of cultivation, had never seriously considered romantic feelings. Pursuing power in cultivation was a fulfilling experience, similar to a gradual increase in strength. It was an addictive process for cultivators. Even those with subpar spiritual roots were driven by the taste of progress. Of course, the lack of substantial improvement could be frustrating for those with extremely poor spiritual roots.

Over the past decade, Li Su had consistently shown affection for Liu Xinyue. Envy naturally crept in, especially during their nighttime interactions. Liu Xinshui’s heart was changing, and as part of this role-play with her sister, with Li Su holding her hand, her heart began to thaw. On this particular afternoon, playing the role of Liu Xinyue, she spent most of her time with Li Su, even relishing the experience.

In the evening, Liu Xinshui finally encountered Liu Xinyue. There was a moment of confusion, but Liu Xinyue adeptly assumed her sister’s identity. She remarked, “Li Su, now that you’re here this time, spend a few more days with Xinyue. She’s given birth to so many children for you. It hasn’t been easy.”

Liu Xinshui kept giving disapproving looks, as it was growing dark. But Liu Xinyue continued to act as if she hadn’t noticed. As the evening approached, Liu Xinshui’s unease mounted.

Every time Li Su came, except when Liu Xinyue was pregnant, it was almost inevitable that he would not try to be intimate with her. No matter how much Liu Xinshui signaled, Liu Xinyue didn’t respond and quickly slipped away after saying a few words to Li Su.

“Xinyue, it’s getting late. Let’s get some rest,” Li Su suggested, leading Liu Xinshui into the bedroom.

It had been several months since they had seen each other, and Li Su had started to miss her.

Why hasn’t he recognized me? Liu Xinshui wondered, her inner turmoil almost unbearable.

As an advanced Nascent Soul cultivator, she should have remained composed under any circumstances. However, now she was becoming increasingly anxious and couldn’t help it. In this situation, it was hard not to panic. She was trying to figure out what to do. Li Su had spent the entire afternoon seemingly without realizing she was the sister. He wouldn’t casually scan with his divine sense in this dimly lit, private space. How could he possibly discover her true identity? It seemed like it would only be revealed at the last moment…

Could Xinyue be doing this intentionally? Liu Xinshui suddenly wondered. It couldn’t be a coincidence that Liu Xinyue had asked to switch roles and become the sect leader just three days before Li Su’s arrival. She couldn’t help but consider whether Liu Xinyue had done this intentionally. Liu Xinshui wanted to tell Li Su the truth, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it for some reason.