Chapter 179 – Master, do you choose to die or to perish? (20)
Seeing Yan Luo’s hazy state, a trace of mischief flashed across Yun Ze’s lips. He raised his hand and supported Yan Luo’s waist directly.
Yan Luo squinted her eyes slightly, feeling his movement but not resisting. The drink she had consumed was indeed starting to make her feel dizzy, her mind reacting slower than usual, but not to the point of being completely drunk.
However, seeing Yun Ze’s confident demeanor, with even his usual obedient facade dropped, Yan Luo closed her eyes, hiding the last trace of clarity in her gaze, wanting to see what he intended to do.
But why was he so sure she would be drunk, as if he was certain that just one drink would intoxicate her so much? Did he know from before his reborn that this body would get drunk so easily?
Of course Yun Ze knew; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to be so bold at this moment.
He had seen it before. That was when her true intentions were revealed—just one drink made her fall into a deep sleep. Back then, Yan Luo’s spiritual power was peculiar; he couldn’t harm her at all and even ended up injuring himself, forcing him to flee wounded, only to be captured by her later…
He was stripped of his spiritual roots, and died in desolation.
Yun Ze’s eyes darkened, and his grip tightened but didn’t stop.
It was indeed a risky move, especially since Yan Luo’s cultivation was now different from before.
But he couldn’t help himself, especially knowing she had just returned from Gu Sicun. Despite the mockery and disdain in his heart, he couldn’t suppress his desire to touch her.
Yan Luo had completely closed her eyes, her pink lips slightly parted, breathing softly. A faint blush appeared on her jade-like face, making her look both exquisite and alluring.
He tightened his grip, pulling her into his embrace.
She was now lightly panting, her familiar cool fragrance surrounding Yun Ze. Her small hand unconsciously clutched the fabric of his chest.
No longer maintaining her usual aloof demeanor, she now lay in his arms, soft and vulnerable.
If he could just abandon his thoughts and keep her like this forever, how wonderful it would be…
Once this thought arose, it grew wildly like weeds. All the scenes he had never cared about before—her eyes, her subtle movements, her hidden indulgence and affection—now appeared vividly in his mind.
He couldn’t shake them off or erase them.
Yun Ze picked Yan Luo up and slowly walked towards the bed where he had been cultivating earlier.
Gently laying her down on the bed, he looked steadily at her face, his hand resting on her cheek, slowly moving.
In the end, he couldn’t resist the temptation. He half-knelt, lowering his head. His lips first touched Yan Luo’s hair, then gradually moved down, intimately brushing her forehead and nose, finally landing on her lips.
Savoring the faint taste of wine still lingering on her lips, Yun Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, his tongue greedily prying her lips open, delving inside to taste her sweetness.
He couldn’t go too far yet.
His hand, however, unconsciously tugged at the sash of her robe, the blue and white outer garment falling like petals to the side, revealing the white inner clothing beneath.
Yun Ze raised his head, holding Yan Luo’s hand, his eyes slightly downcast, red glints flickering in his gaze as he played with her soft, cool hand.
“Master, if only you could always be this obedient,” Yun Ze said with a smile, a mix of innocence and mischief, his voice very light.
Master, you don’t know. The kinder you are to me now, the more I recall the past—the crippling of my spiritual roots, the way you treated me before—and the more I…
Hate you.