Chapter 58: Doesn’t Understand Why He Suddenly Stopped
’A little more proactive?’
Yun Sheng’s gaze flickered.
Bai Ye’s cold ultimatum still rang in her ears, and Mr. Chen’s resentful, indignant glare was still fresh in her mind. Not to mention, there was Lin Yueyao, a viper coiled at her side, always ready to strike...
She had to master her power as quickly as possible—to take that stolen, untamed spiritual power and truly make it her own.
Yun Sheng took a deep breath and placed the puppy, which had been snuggling affectionately against her, onto the floor.
The puppy let out a soft whine, but after a glance at its master, it obediently hopped onto a nearby rug and sat down quietly.
She lifted her gaze, no longer avoiding his. She looked directly into Si Jin’s bottomless eyes, which seemed capable of pulling in a person’s very soul.
The darkness in the depths of Si Jin’s eyes suddenly intensified.
A long-suppressed, predatory instinct and possessiveness, rooted deep in the blood and bone of a Dark Sentinel, was like a beast that had caught the scent of blood. It threatened to tear through the restraints of his reason.
His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily.
But he didn’t move. He just held Yun Sheng’s gaze.
Si Jin’s eyes were deep and dangerous, as if silently urging her on:
’The cooperation you promised—words aren’t enough.’
’Prove it to me!’
Yun Sheng understood his gaze. She took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them.
This time, she didn’t reach for his hand or embrace him as she had before. Instead, she tilted her face up, leaned in, and pressed her soft lips against his thin, cold ones.
Si Jin’s back went rigid. His defensive instincts kicked in, and he subconsciously started to pull away.
But the face in his vision drew closer—exquisite and beautiful, her eyes shut tight, her eyelashes fluttering violently like a butterfly’s wings. She looked so fragile, so pitiable...
The image bizarrely overlapped and intertwined with a chaotic, scorching fragment from the depths of his consciousness.
In that memory, there was her struggle, her whimpers, the more violent tangle of their lips and teeth, and that touch—so thrilling you couldn’t stop...
It was seared into the depths of his memory like a red-hot brand.
The thought of retreating was instantly crushed by a more primal, more savage force.
Si Jin’s body reacted faster than his mind. Not only did he not pull back, he actually leaned forward slightly.
An unbelievably soft sensation met his lips—pliant and carrying her fresh, sweet scent.
It was completely different from the bloody, violent kiss in his memory, but it was just as... soul-stealing.
His eyes darkened alarmingly. A spectral blue flame seemed about to erupt from their depths.
Almost instinctively, Si Jin snapped his hand up, cupped the back of Yun Sheng’s head, and pressed her more forcefully toward him.
The force was irrefutably dominant, yet it trembled slightly, as if he were desperately restraining something far more terrifying.
Yun Sheng let out a soft gasp at the sudden increase in pressure, but she didn’t retreat.
Instead, she went with the motion, rising onto her tiptoes and wrapping her arms around his lean waist, pressing herself more tightly into his embrace.
Her fingers even traced unconsciously over the taut lines of muscle at his waist, a tentative exploration mixed with a clumsy sort of provocation she herself didn’t fully understand.
What surprised her even more was that the revulsion, stiffness, or fear she had anticipated never came.
Perhaps because of those chaotic dreams, she had long been forced to "familiarize" herself with this level of physical contact. Beyond the initial nervousness and a trace of shame, what she felt most was a craving for power.
As the kiss deepened from an awkward touch to a tangle of lips and tongues, Yun Sheng closed her eyes and focused her entire mind.
She began to try and take the lead.
Her spiritual power, carrying her will, crept bit by bit toward the edge of Si Jin’s heavily fortified, chaotic, and violent spiritual landscape.
It attempted to entice, to resonate, to soothe...
Si Jin’s hand on the back of her head suddenly tightened, and his breath hitched.
He could clearly feel a familiar spiritual power, like a cunning and audacious water sprite.
It probed and coiled, trying to pry open a fissure in the outermost layer of his spiritual landscape and slip into the violent, deep sea that even he could barely control.
This sensation of being actively "invaded" and "seduced" was foreign and thrilling, instantly igniting a more ferocious fire within him.
Deep within his spectral blue pupils, the thread of his sanity stretched to its absolute limit, humming as if about to snap.
The entanglement of their lips and tongues grew deeper, almost with a force that threatened to devour each other.
Si Jin’s arms were like iron bands, locking her firmly in his embrace. The force was so great that Yun Sheng could barely breathe, her bones aching faintly.
But strangely, it didn’t make her feel afraid.
The arms she had around his waist also tightened. Her fingertips unconsciously clenched the front of his shirt, her body pressed almost completely against his hard, scalding chest.
But the intimacy went far beyond that.
The probing and merging of two completely different spiritual powers was far more breathtaking than any physical contact.
Yun Sheng’s spiritual tendrils, like soft vines growing in the darkness, seeped strand by strand into Si Jin’s spiritual landscape—a place as dangerous as the eye of a storm, filled with jagged cracks.
Her spiritual power was like the gentlest moonlight, like a silent, fine rain, slowly seeping in to smooth over the cracks that were constantly trembling and on the verge of shattering from the violent energy.
Deep within Si Jin’s spiritual landscape, the rampant spiritual power—which had once crashed about like runaway lava, constantly searing his sanity—actually began to quiet down bit by bit.
The violent headache that had tormented Si Jin for so long also receded like the tide.
The pressure of Si Jin’s hand on the back of Yun Sheng’s head eased slightly, changing from a ferocity that could have crushed her to a complex, almost greedy grasp.
His other hand now seemed to have a mind of its own, slowly gliding up her slender back to rest on the delicate skin of her nape.
His fingertips carried a scorching heat, caressing her skin unconsciously and sending little shivers through her.
Yun Sheng trembled all over at his touch.
The deep merging of their spiritual power amplified every one of her physical senses.
The taut lines of his muscles, his short and scorching breaths, and the change happening somewhere else...
A tide of shame washed over her, yet her spiritual power boldly pushed deeper. Just as her spiritual tendrils were about to touch the heart-stopping, absolute darkness at the very core of his spiritual landscape...
Si Jin’s eyes snapped open.
Spectral blue flames danced wildly in their depths, brighter than ever before, yet they also revealed a deeper darkness that came from extreme suppression.
He stopped all movement.
The warmth and entanglement on her lips vanished, and the arms that had trapped her loosened.
Yun Sheng lost her support. Her legs gave way, and she stumbled back a step, leaning against the cold wall.
She was panting slightly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes moist. Her lips were swollen and glistening invitingly from the intense kiss.
She looked at Si Jin, a little dazed, as if she didn’t understand why he had suddenly stopped.