She was utterly bewildered, unable to understand what was happening. Looking up, she saw only her master's solemn face and crimson eyes, as though he were circulating some technique. It consumed so much power that a fine sheen of sweat had formed on his forehead.
This... this...
Why was this happening?
She opened her eyes, her lashes trembling slightly, her peach-blossom eyes full of confusion. Just as she floundered in bewilderment, an imposing, cold voice sounded beside her ear.
"Focus your mind. Temper the Red Dust Gu and mend the wounds to your soul as much as possible. My disciple should not have to endure such pain."
A deep warmth welled up in her heart, like spring water reflecting the bright moon. Lian Yue could not help falling into a daze, gazing blankly at her master's handsome face. For the first time...
There was no hatred, no murderous intent.
In their place was a faint bewilderment.
Before, she would only have scorned everything the demon did, even believing it to be a despicable performance.
But now... for some reason, she felt her master was so sincere, and she involuntarily sank into those dark, starry eyes.
Her body... even pressed tightly against her master's chest, with longing and confusion, unsure what to do.
At this moment... she even understood Eldest Senior Sister a little. Whether her master was sincere or scheming,
it truly was easy to sink into this and become unable to escape-and to sink willingly, at that.
The jade ring was still glowing. Lian Yue closed her eyes, indulging in a fleeting moment of pleasure. Every time her master stroked her back, her body trembled slightly.
She felt as though something had imprisoned her soul.
There was humiliation, joy, and, more than anything, solace...
The candle shadows flickered. Everything