Chapter 144 - 43: Loathe Her
Her soft, chestnut hair fanned out, Jian Yu’s expression flush with shyness.
Her eyes were hazy, eyelashes curled, lips lightly bitten, hands clinging tight.
Alluring, innocent, and unworldly.
Fragile, breakable, shattered, beautiful.
’He didn’t take me with him.’
Xi Yu squatted under a tree, his face dark and gloomy.
The Red Snake’s shield was just a dozen paces in front of him.
The pale blue wall of light was covered by the Red Snake’s black and red soul form, obscuring most of the scene within.
Xi Yu stared intently at the sphere of light, desperately wanting to charge over and tear it open.
Yang Zhang clutched a small apple in its paws.
[Master, why haven’t you gone over yet?]
"My baby likes it. My baby is crying with such excitement," Xi Yu murmured, his gaze rapt.
"Ayan didn’t teach me, so I have to learn in secret."
Yang Zhang chewed its apple, tucking its paws in obediently. "We could go back and find Father. We could have Father teach you, Master."
Xi Yu was reluctant to leave.
He watched with dark eyes, then simply blocked out Yang Zhang, retracting it into his body.
A tentacle extended from his back, punching a small hole in the soul shield.
The Red Snake, coiled above, was keeping a close watch on Xi Yu’s movements.
Its crimson eyes stared over warily.
Ling Yanzhi felt the veins in his neck throbbing. "Ignore it."
’If he wants to watch, let him.’
’I was wrong. Xi Yu was right all along.’
’Jian Yu enjoys this. I can finally see it now. She truly enjoys this.’
Xi Yu didn’t go over to disturb them.
He studied them with an unwavering gaze.
’No, no, means yes.’
’"Stop" means "you can’t stop."’
’"Be gentle" means "you’re not being rough enough."’
’"Having someone watch makes her even more flustered."’
Xi Yu analyzed each point, jotting them down in his little notebook.
’My baby, unable to take any more.’
’So obedient.’
...
When Jian Yu woke up, she was in bed. Her body beneath the covers was covered in red marks.
She pushed herself up into a sitting position.
Her body felt clean, but her eyes, waist, and legs were slightly sore.
There was some pain, but it was overshadowed by a sense of fulfilled desire, of an insatiable craving.
Sensing another person’s presence in the room, Jian Yu’s fingers tightened on the blanket.
She turned her head, her eyes meeting Xi Yu’s cloying, deadpan stare.
He was squatting in a corner like a mushroom in the dim light. She almost missed him completely.
WHOOSH.
Tentacles shot out from Xi Yu, binding Jian Yu. "You’re awake. It’s my turn."
"Not today," Ling Yanzhi said, appearing suddenly and batting away Yang Zhang’s black tentacles.
Xi Yu’s trust in Ling Yanzhi was rapidly diminishing.
He opened his Star Brain, opting to ask the netizens of the Star Network for help.
Xi Yu looked up, a flicker of regret and pity in his tawny eyes. "She needs to recover for a few more days."
"Would I lie to you?" Ling Yanzhi tossed a dress to him.
Xi Yu raised his hand and caught the dress.
His eyes sparkling, he used Instant Teleportation to appear at the bedside.
Eight tentacles began methodically dressing her.
A distinct, aching soreness spread through Jian Yu. She shifted her legs, which twinged with a faint, sharp pain.
She’d given up.
Xi Yu recalled the advice he’d found online and looked down at the person sprawled limply on the bed.
He took hold of Jian Yu’s calf and began to massage it.
The shame was put on hold for a moment. The air seemed to fill with the aura of a doting husband.
...
Jian Yu clutched the blanket, her face flushed.
She remembered something. Her gaze focused, locking onto the red thread on Ling Yanzhi’s wrist.
She twitched a finger, and the red thread trembled in response.
Jian Yu had always thought the red part had already Awakened. She never expected *that* to trigger a new function.
In addition to the Contract, it now had a binding and recognition ability.
This meant that even if she lost her sight, Jian Yu could sense Ling Yanzhi’s location.
Even if a Soul Ghost were to possess Ling Yanzhi, she could probably identify it in an instant.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" Ling Yanzhi asked, completely oblivious to the red thread on his body.
He thought Jian Yu was worried about the Director and explained, "The Director is in the room next door. You can go see her after you’ve rested."
Ling Yanzhi sat down on the edge of the bed.
He reached out, his palm rubbing her waist.
’Even through the fabric, I can recall how delicate, smooth, and soft her skin felt. Unforgettable.’
’So, having her once wasn’t enough.’
’I’ll just keep thinking about the next time, and the time after that, and countless times more.’
"Can the Director be brought into Weis Lan, too?" Jian Yu recognized this place as Ling Yanzhi’s villa at the academy.
She remembered that Weis Lan Noble Academy had a rule: only faculty and students were allowed to enter and exit freely.
Ling Yanzhi raised an eyebrow. "They can get in. It just depends on who’s bringing them."
He felt like he and Jian Yu were finally on the same page, and his tone softened even more.
But at her core, Jian Yu was still the same unromantic person.
In the same situation, her subconscious reaction would still be to resist and push people away.
’It’s just that this time, even if I cried out that I didn’t like it, they probably wouldn’t let go.’
Jian Yu’s gaze drifted, and she uncomfortably looked away.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of food on the bedside table.
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner—three exquisite meals—were all kept warm under insulated covers.
Ling Yanzhi picked her up to take her to the washroom. "The competition just ended. I didn’t think you’d sleep so deeply."
Finding his arms empty, Xi Yu’s eyes filled with killing intent.
He looked up and met Jian Yu’s large, teary, red-rimmed eyes, and his anger vanished.
He eagerly trotted after them.
’Five days! I have to wait five days!’
...
「District One.」
Si Xu received some bad news.
The bracelet used to restrain the Soul Beast had been intercepted.
A man’s voice came over the communicator, delivering a report.
"It was Miss Si Yan. She saw the bracelet and gave it to Master Ling of her own accord."
"According to our investigation, Master Ling also promised to go to the Si Family within a month to propose marriage to Miss Si Yan."
"Miss Si Yan seems to have reached some sort of agreement with him. She’s been waiting for news since yesterday."
"News came today that Master Ling left the Imperial Capital Star and died en route not long after. We also heard he was disowned by the Ling Family."
Ah Qi flew down and landed on Si Xu’s shoulder.
[Si Yan likes Ayan?]
Si Xu’s eyes were profoundly clear. "No one can stand in the way of a true love that the gods themselves have permitted."
Jian Yu was a gift to him from the Feather God, and he had to possess her as soon as possible.
Whatever the reason, no one from the Si Family was allowed to interfere.
Si Xu lifted his gaze, his eyes a vast, misty void. "Send her away from the Si Family."
The man on the other end of the line froze, his breath catching in his throat.
Si Yan was Si Xu’s cousin. She had moved into the main family house two years ago and had never been treated this way.
’Kick her out?’
’What if the Priest asks?’
Si Xu’s brow furrowed slightly, his gaze filled with a sorrowful pity.
His cherry-pink lips parted, his voice carrying the weight of a curse. "The Feather God despises her."
His level gaze swept past them, yet it held an undeniable, imperious chill.
It was a look that made one not dare to object, nor wish to refuse.
"Rest assured, Saint Heir. I will personally see Miss Si Yan out."
The man held his breath, promising to atone for his failure. "The bracelet. It will arrive by the evening of the day after tomorrow, at the latest."
The connection was severed.
Si Xu stepped barefoot into the golden cage. His pale gold hair was loosely bound, cascading down his back and half-concealing the expanse of snow-white skin at his waist.
He closed his eyes gently and tilted his head back, the fingertips of his right hand hovering just below a dangling Golden Feather ornament.
His bright, pale form made his profile appear incomparably pure and holy.