Chapter 200 – Master, do you choose to die or to perish? (41)
Yun Ze’s fingertips tightly hooked onto Yan Luo’s clothes, because he was now taller than Yan Luo by more than a head. From his perspective, he could see Yan Luo’s face under the faint light of the Night Pearl, still carrying a hint of pallor.
Even in this situation, after a brief moment of shock, her eyes remained calm and undisturbed.
“Mm.” Listening to Yun Ze’s words, Yan Luo responded softly. Though he had provided a reasonable excuse, he had still trapped her here, concealing his true emotional intentions. “Do you know what’s happening outside?”
A faint hesitation crossed Yun Ze’s smiling lips. “What’s happening outside…” is more important than him, huh.
No, it should be said, to her, whatever it was… was more important than him.
Her eyes lowered slightly, a faint smile on her lips again, her voice light and ambiguous. “Master, this disciple has been here all along, guarding Master. I have no idea what’s happening outside either.”
“Is that so…” Yan Luo lowered her eyes slightly, her fan-like eyelashes fluttering lightly, casting small shadows on her delicate face.
Hah, I believe your nonsense ╭(╯^╰)╮
“Master…” Yun Ze lowered his head slightly, his hand slowly tightening, his voice tinged with a hint of obsession, “I kind of don’t want your spiritual power to recover so quickly…”
Yan Luo turned her head slightly, noticing Yun Ze’s approach. He smiled.
“Yun Ze.” Yan Luo’s voice was stern, warning, mixed with some complexity, but devoid of the wavering he hoped for.
“Master,” he suddenly felt resentful, clearly his emotions were surging, yet she remained calm and unruffled, as if she knew everything he wanted to say, “Didn’t you notice at all?”
Yun Ze even chuckled at his own words. “I don’t believe…”
He didn’t believe that Yan Luo hadn’t noticed his changes during this time, even though she had been accommodating before.
“Yun Ze, you…” Yan Luo’s words were interrupted by him.
“Master, I cherish you.” Yes, why had he never felt this before, but now he cherished her even though he knew he would eventually end his life.
“Let go.” Yan Luo struggled to break free from Yun Ze’s embrace. “You are my disciple, just my disciple.”
The confusion in Yan Luo’s eyes was hidden from Yun Ze, her voice firm, uncertain whom she was trying to persuade.
“No.” Yun Ze tightened his grip even more, his lips pressed against Yan Luo’s ear. “Master doesn’t want to fall into obsession, right? Once your spiritual power recovers a bit, I won’t even have a chance to hold Master like this anymore, right?”
Yan Luo froze at his words, raising her hand slightly. Her slender fingers, like white jade, were where others could no longer see the black mist, but Yan Luo could.
Yun Ze thought he had persuaded Yan Luo already, his lips curling slightly, lightly touching Yan Luo’s earlobe.
Her fair earlobes were slightly warmer compared to the rest of Yan Luo’s body.
In her heart, she wasn’t completely unaware.
Yun Ze thought joyfully.
Yan Luo remained silent for a long time, suddenly laughing softly. In an unknown tone, she murmured, “Actually, from the beginning, you never intended for my spiritual power to recover, did you?”
She raised her hand to remove his hand resting on her waist, turned around, her eyes flashing with a hint of sharpness, advancing step by step.