Chapter 13

"Drop the act, little junior sister." Ye Qingchuan leaned close to her face, a careless smile tugging at his lips. He raised his long, elegant right hand, then twisted it into the terrifying shape of a hand poised to wring someone's neck. "Don't forget, you promised to teach him a lesson."

The little lamb who had been soft and sweet with her senior sister moments ago had become a tiger baring its claws and teeth. If she did not go along with him, he would tear her to shreds.

[Right, right! Shen Xingyan deceived our senior sister like that. It was outrageous! We have to teach him a lesson, make him suffer, and show him that our senior sister isn't someone he can afford to offend.]

Ye Zhenzhen tucked in her neck.

My neck isn't itchy. Please don't touch it. Thanks.

Night fell, and the full moon hung like a silver disk.

Hazy moonlight draped the mountain forest in a thin veil of silver. Stars dotted the sky, their light dancing and flickering.

What a captivating, romantic night.

After arranging to meet Ye Qingyao, Shen Xingyan was in excellent spirits. Humming a tune, he checked again and again whether his hair looked handsome, then chose a glittering gold hairpiece.

When the moon reached its zenith, he did not hurry out. Instead, he admired the moonlight for a while, intending to make her wait and heighten her anxiety and anticipation. The more time a woman invested, the deeper she would fall in love.

He knew all about that.

Spirit Spring Valley lay deep in the mountains, surrounded by peaks that pierced the clouds. Mist curled through its abundant spiritual energy, making it a paradise cultivators dreamed of. But rumor had it that demon beasts often caused trouble there, so few people visited.

Shen Xingyan had prepared to fight demon beasts all the way there, bringing plenty of protective artifacts. To his surprise, heaven seemed intent on blessing the lovers' romantic rendezvous that night. The entire valley was quiet as a chicken, without a bird or beast in sight, and every artifact he had brought went unused.

He rode the Star-Moon Flying Boat, its starlight twinkling romantically, to the appointed spring without hindrance. Looking around, he found no sign of Ye Qingyao.

How could that be? He was supposed to arrive fashionably late while she waited eagerly for him.

He had already asked around about Ye Qingyao. She was pure and kind, innocent of the world, and surely a blank page when it came to romance. With just a little effort, he could charm her into offering him her whole heart.

She was as lovely as a lotus rising from the water, possessed a Supreme Wood Spiritual Root and a pure-yin constitution, and was a natural Furnace. She was the woman fate had destined for him.

Yet she had not come early to wait for him! Displeased, he sent her a reproachful message: [Ah-Yao, I've been waiting for ages. Why haven't you appeared? Do you not want to see me?]

[I ran into some trouble coming down the mountain. I'm on my way. Be there soon.] Her reply came almost instantly.

A smug smile bloomed on his face again. His Ah-Yao had replied so quickly; she must care deeply about him and be hurrying to meet him.

As he watched the mist drift around him and felt the spring's warm current, his gaze grew dreamy and his thoughts wandered. She invited me to a place like this. Does she want us to play in the water like a pair of mandarin ducks? Ye Qingyao looks so cool and pure, untouched by worldly dust. Will she turn alluring for me later? Ah, curse my irresistible charm. My looks, cultivation, and family background are all first-rate. What woman wouldn't want to throw herself at me?

Growing smugger still, he stripped off his upper garments in the mounting heat, baring a broad, muscular chest and eight firm abs. He had always been confident in his figure: lean when dressed, muscular when undressed.

After a while, someone finally arrived.

Her long hair flowed down to her waist. Graceful and slender, she approached through the cool moonlight, her curves even more enticing in the hazy mist. The sight made his heart race.

"Ah-Yao, you're finally here." Shen Xingyan's heartbeat quickened, and hot blood surged through him. He could hardly wait for what came next.

"They say the sea is deep, yet it cannot match half the depth of longing."

"I knew nothing of longing all my life; then I learned it, and longing became my affliction."

"Ah-Yao, of all the countless beauties in this world, you alone have captured my heart." ...

He could not resist reciting one love poem after another, each brimming with devotion. Some he had read in books; others had been spoken to him by other women, and he had committed them to memory.

Hearing him, the woman beneath the moon covered her face and laughed shyly, then broke into a little run toward him.

To see you, I would always run.

"Ah-Yao, I waited an hour for you, but it felt like an entire day. Every minute and second was agony. I wanted to see you so badly I could hardly bear it. Next time, you must come earlier. Don't make me suffer through a wait like this again." Though elated, Shen Xingyan did not forget to hint that she should arrive early and wait for him next time.

As one of his sect's most outstanding disciples, others waited for him, never the other way around. A woman of his ought to understand that.

"All right, I'll remember." As she drew closer, her red gauze dress shimmered in and out of view like a flame flickering in the night. She eagerly jumped into the spring and made her way toward him through layers of mist.

Her red gauze dress was an expensive enchanted garment. As she walked with swaying grace, fiery rose petals fell from it. Against the night, the sight was especially seductive, the atmosphere perfectly set.

She understood the romance he wanted.

He wanted to give her a night she would never forget.

She hurried toward him, and he rushed toward her.

As though crossing a thousand mountains and rivers, they fell into each other's arms. The woman panted softly, the man's blood surged, and the air turned intimate and suggestive.

But when he saw her face clearly, he let go as if electrocuted. Frowning in disbelief, he said, "Why is it you?"

"It's me, Senior Brother Xingyan. I'm your Ah-Yao. Didn't you just send me a message talisman asking me to meet you here?" Her eyes glistened as she gazed at him with affection.

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