【Brain checkroom】
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“Wretched disciple……”
“You will… get off this Venerable One.”
A hoarse, suppressed voice brushed past her ear. The breath it exhaled was scorching, accompanied by an uncontrollable tremor.
Shen Weilan’s muddled consciousness was jolted awake by the heat.
The sensation beneath her hands was excellent, the muscles firm and taut.
She was lying on top of……
A man?
No.
Shouldn’t she have been on her way to the underworld?
The last thing she remembered was the deafening crash as an out-of-control dump truck smashed into the front of her Ferrari, followed by glass shards flying everywhere.
She was dead, but not completely dead?
Was the underworld meeting its transmigration quota now, even throwing in a top-tier male model to soothe the souls of the deceased?
That after-sales service was a little too considerate.
Through the thin fabric of his clothes, she could clearly feel the astonishing heat radiating from the body beneath her, along with the smooth, taut lines of his muscles.
A crisp cedar fragrance lingered beneath her nose, mingled with a faint, sweet scent that made her heart itch.
This perk was of rather excessive quality.
Unable to resist, she reached out and pressed lightly against that warm, muscular plane. The sensation was nothing short of perfect.
“Don’t touch me. Get away.”
The man spoke again, his voice carrying fury he was doing his utmost to suppress.
Shen Weilan lifted her head.
At a single glance, she felt her throat grow dry.
The man’s wrists and ankles were bound by heavy black iron chains.
His face was so handsome as to be flawless, yet it was now flushed faintly from the effort of restraining himself. His ink-black hair lay in disarray across the jade bed, several strands damp with sweat and clinging to the taut line of his jaw.
Those eyes, which should have been as cold and clear as snow atop a high mountain, were now veiled in a thin layer of moisture. A bewitching flush stained the corners of them, colored by desire.
This scene…… was far too stimulating.
As a top-tier playboy who had seen countless men, Shen Weilan had to admit that the sight before her was the most breathtaking beauty she had encountered across both her lifetimes.
She instinctively reached out her other hand, wanting to confirm once more the feel of this dead man’s abdominal muscles.
A searing pain suddenly pierced through her skull.
Countless unfamiliar fragments of memory surged in like a tide, forcibly cramming themselves into her mind.
She had transmigrated.
She had transmigrated into an old-fashioned xianxia novel she had read not long ago, becoming the vicious female supporting character who shared her name: Shen Weilan.
And the beauty chained beneath her was precisely her Master—the male protagonist of the book, Yan Qingxiao, a man as pure and radiant as the wind and moon, lofty and unreachable.
According to the original plot, the original Shen Weilan was infatuated with her Master. After seeking his love and being unable to obtain it, she had actually drugged Yan Qingxiao with a potent aphrodisiac called Spring Breeze Crossing, then locked him to the Cold Jade Bed with the intention of violating him.
But at this critical moment, the original Shen Weilan had fled in cowardice and guilt.
When Shen Weilan had reached this part while reading, she had angrily ranted in the comments section:
【You took off your pants, and this is what you show me? You already drugged him—why run away? What a useless piece of trash!】
As it happened, the original Shen Weilan’s escape was witnessed by the female protagonist who had transmigrated into the book.
Lu Yao had accidentally entered the room and discovered Yan Qingxiao on the verge of death. She had sacrificed herself to “save” him, becoming the person in his heart from that moment onward. She then proceeded to cheat her way through life, embarking on a Mary Sue journey in which she was doted on by her Master, Eldest Senior Brothers, Little Junior Brothers, the Demon Venerable, and a whole host of exceptional men.
As for the original Shen Weilan, who had fled the scene, Yan Qingxiao, enraged, had charged her with “betraying her Master and annihilating her ancestors, and lewd depravity,” before throwing her into the Ten-Thousand Snake Cavern, where she had suffered horribly and died.
Passages of text transformed into bloody, vivid scenes that exploded through Shen Weilan’s mind.
The cold, slick sensation of snakes’ tongues sliding over her skin. The itchy numbness of venomous fangs sinking into her flesh……
“No……”
Shen Weilan felt a chill shoot from the soles of her feet straight to the crown of her head. The blood throughout her body nearly froze.
So this was the moment after the original Shen Weilan had drugged him, when she was about to carry out her crime—and then flee at the last second?
She stiffly turned her head toward the man on the bed, whose breathing was growing increasingly heavy, his body arching slightly from the pain.
Run?
Running meant certain death—the original Shen Weilan’s utterly horrific fate.
Not run? Stay and cook the raw rice into a done deal……
Shen Weilan’s gaze fell once more on that peerlessly handsome face, and she swallowed unconsciously.
Spending the night with a man like this—however she calculated it, she would be the one profiting.
Terrifying enough to die, yet thrilling enough to drive her mad.
However, forcing herself on him was absolutely out of the question.
Yan Qingxiao cultivated the Heartless Dao. He was lofty and unreachable, and had always hated being humiliated more than anything. A scene in which she overpowered him by force would only make him scheme to cut her into a thousand pieces afterward.
To deal with this kind of aloof flower who yielded to gentleness but not force, she could only smooth his fur the right way.
In the blink of an eye, Shen Weilan had already made her decision.
She let her body go limp, her knees striking the hard, icy floor directly with a dull thud.
Pain instantly spread from her knees through her entire body, and tears of physical pain immediately filled her eyes.
Excellent. Even the props for her act had been provided for free.
“Master.”
She lifted a tear-streaked little face, her voice thick with sobs and grievance, and looked straight into Yan Qingxiao’s eyes, which were hazy with the effects of the drug.
“Master, this disciple was wrong.”
Yan Qingxiao’s chest rose and fell violently. Every breath came with a scorching pant, while sweat slid down the taut line of his jaw and disappeared into his black hair.
He seemed to try to struggle, and the black iron chains around his wrists and ankles clattered.
He looked at the girl kneeling on the floor. Those eyes, which should have been cold and placid, were now stained with passion and veiled in moisture.
“……You were the one who drugged me.”
Shen Weilan nodded through her tears, droplets falling continuously like beads from a snapped string.
“It was this disciple.”
She admitted it so openly and directly that the fury Yan Qingxiao had built up seemed to strike cotton instead.
Shen Weilan gave him no chance to question her. She crawled on her knees to the edge of the bed, braced both hands against the cold jade, and looked up at him. The sobs in her voice were now tinged with a touch of desperate madness.
“I was the one who drugged you. I did all of this.”
“Because this disciple is in love with Master. I think of you day and night, to the point of madness.”
“W-what did you say?”
Yan Qingxiao had likely never imagined that the little disciple he had raised with his own hands would say something so utterly rebellious.
Those eyes, steeped in moisture, looked toward Shen Weilan, who knelt beside the bed.
Shen Weilan met his gaze, one so sharp it seemed capable of flaying a person alive. Not only did she fail to retreat, she moved her knees forward, drawing closer to him.
She raised her tearful face. Her eyes, however, were astonishingly bright, filled with the resolve of someone who had burned all bridges behind her.
“I said that this disciple is in love with Master. I think of you day and night, to the point of madness.” She repeated each word slowly.
“Shameless……”
Yan Qingxiao spoke, but the words turned into a suppressed grunt when his strength gave out. The violent movement tugged at the black iron chains around his limbs, producing a sharp, grating clatter.
“You and I are Master and disciple……”
Shen Weilan acted as though she had not heard his insult. Instead, she smiled. Mixed with her tears, that smile appeared both tragic and eerie.
She reached out carefully, wanting to touch his sweat-dampened hair.
He turned his head away.
Her hand froze in midair. Then she withdrew it in one smooth motion, the grief in her eyes deepening, as though he were some heartless man who had betrayed her.
“Would Master rather die than accept your disciple?”
Shen Weilan sobbed softly, tears dripping onto the back of his cold, pale hand. “This disciple was confused for a moment and committed a grave mistake. This supreme sword path, this cultivation you take pride in—if it is reduced to nothing now, even dying ten thousand times would not be enough to atone for my crime.”
She knelt beside the bed, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes.
“You understand the effects of Spring Breeze Crossing better than I do. The Cold Jade Bed can suppress it only for a while. If this continues, your spiritual energy will reverse its course, and you will explode and die.”
She sniffed, a trace of resolve flashing through her eyes.
“Master, this disciple does not want you to die.”
“I did all this only because…… because I want you too badly.”
As she spoke, she slowly reached toward the sash at his waist.
“So, Master……” Shen Weilan lightly hooked a fingertip beneath it, and the perfectly fastened sash came loose.
“……Please let this disciple help you dispel the effects of the drug……”