Qian Renxue Spies, Jealous of Shui Bing'er: Xiao Yan, Even If I Have to Force You, I'll Make You Mine!

Qian Renxue bit down on her red lip and stood rooted to the spot, as though her feet had been nailed to the floor.

She should have turned around and left.

This was her secret chamber, her East Palace. What did she have to hide from?

Yet the tightly shut stone door seemed like a magnet at that moment, firmly drawing her gaze.

Unbidden images surfaced in her mind:

Huang Yan's sturdy arms, Shui Bing'er's fair skin, the two entangled on the couch, their ice and fire Soul Power blending where their skin touched, rising...

Qian Renxue abruptly shook her head, her cheeks burning fiercely.

"What am I thinking..."

Qian Renxue softly cursed herself, only to find her throat dry and her heartbeat abnormally fast.

She had suppressed herself for twelve years.

For a full twelve years, she had worn Xue Qinghe's mask and lived as a man, having to be cautious even when breathing.

She had no friends, no one to confide in, and even less possibility of emotional comfort.

But Huang Yan's appearance had been like a stone cast into stagnant water, stirring ripples she had thought had long since dried up.

He had given her an Immortal Herb and called her "Sister Xue'er" in a tone that was gentle and natural.

Before Shui Bing'er, he had not even deliberately kept his distance.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging bitterness in her chest.

Clearly, she had known Huang Yan first.

Twelve years ago, in Spirit Hall, she had still been the carefree Qian Renxue, while Huang Yan had been only a little boy who had just taken a master.

Though they had not spent much time together, she had always remembered that quiet, resilient youth.

If Bibi Dong had not sent her to