Yun Yun stopped speaking and only buried her face a little lower.
Fan Tian's words made her heart grow cold.
She had originally thought that this youth at most coveted her beauty and status. The poised and graceful demeanor of the Misty Cloud Sect Master, combined with the unique, detached pride of a female Dou Huang expert who had lost her Dou Qi, was indeed prone to stirring up the dark desire for conquest in certain men's hearts. She had seen that kind of look far too often, was long accustomed to it, and had never truly taken it to heart.
Yet the person before her was different.
The words he had just spoken revealed not the impulsiveness of a youth, but a kind of indifference that made Yun Yun feel chilled to her very bones. He did not care whether she lived or died, nor did he even care whether she resisted. This absolute nonchalance was more bone-chilling than any threat.
What Yun Yun found even more impossible to ignore was that the strange, tingling sensation within her body was still slowly spreading, fiercely tugging against her willpower. She clenched her teeth tight, pressing down the barely audible groan from the depths of her throat as if doing so could guard her final line of defense.
Fan Tian took in every bit of her reaction. He deliberately slowed the rhythm of his suppressing aura, letting that oppressive weight grind inch by inch over her exquisite body. Yun Yun's body tightened further, her ten fingers once again sinking deeply into the tabletop, the original nail marks overlapping with new ones as tiny wood splinters pierced her fingertips and beads of blood silently seeped out.
"Does it hurt?" Fan Tian asked.
Yun Yun did not reply.
"If it hurts, you can