The dark, wide-edged belt, tied with meticulous care, slid along the edge of the cold white jade bed and crumpled soundlessly to the floor.
Freed from its restraint, the snow-white cloud-silk inner garment fell open to either side.
Within sight was firm, cold-pale skin.
Yan Qingxiao, whose clothes ordinarily never bore even a speck of dust, was drenched in sweat at that moment. The intensely potent aphrodisiac had burned a gorgeous flush across his skin.
“Get out…”
He panted heavily, his chest heaving violently. His gaze toward Shen Weilan was tangled with disappointment and shameful fury.
This disciple he had watched grow up—who knew when her heart had become so vicious? Not only had she been jealous of her junior sister and repeatedly framed her, she now even dared to commit such a bestial act against him!
Rather than being driven away by his rebuke, she smiled miserably. Her tears fell more violently, like beads spilling from a snapped string.
“I know I’m low and shameless, and unworthy of being your disciple.”
“I would rather… have my body explode and die…” He gritted his teeth, forcing each word through them with difficulty. “Than ever…”
“Master, you’re right. You are the lofty Immortal Venerable Qingxiao, pure and flawless, untouched by worldly dust.”
“Whereas I, Shen Weilan, am merely a shameless wretch who drugged you.”
“Someone like me is naturally unworthy of you.”
As she spoke, she raised her hand and lightly rested her fingertips on her own sash.
Yan Qingxiao’s breathing abruptly stopped.
The corners of Shen Weilan’s lips curved into a miserable arc, and tears glimmered in her eyes.
“Rest assured, Master.”
“What happened today was entirely my doing, Shen Weilan’s alone. I forced you and defiled you.”
“Afterward, you may do whatever you wish. This disciple will have no complaints.”
Her voice was very soft, yet carried a heart-shaking resolve.
“From this day forward, I, Shen Weilan, will never pester you again. Your immortal path will remain broad and smooth, and your reputation will remain spotless.”
The instant her voice fell, her fingertips moved slightly.
The sash, tied loosely, slipped down soundlessly.
Her light outer robe slid from her slender shoulders, revealing the plain white inner garment beneath. The air was cool, raising a layer of tiny bumps across her skin.
“You…”
“Shameless!”
In the end, he forced those two words through clenched teeth and abruptly turned his head away, unwilling to look at her again.
Yet the roots of his ears, flushing red with startling speed, exposed the utter collapse within his heart.
“Yes, I’m shameless.” Shen Weilan admitted it frankly, her voice laced with self-mockery. “If shamelessness can trade for your life, Master, then I’m willing.”
As she spoke, she swiftly removed her inner garment.
The young woman’s shapely body was exposed to the cool air just like that. Without the slightest trace of shyness, she walked step by determined step toward the white jade bed radiating cold.
Yan Qingxiao could hear her approaching footsteps. He could feel the warm, soft aura emanating from her body, utterly different from the scorching heat within his own. That aura was like an invisible net, wrapping tightly around him.
“Go away…”
He closed his eyes, unwilling to look at her again.
Yet his voice unconsciously carried a trace of pleading.
Shen Weilan paid him no heed.
She bent down, her warm, soft body pressing against his burning chest once more through the final thin layer of fabric.
“!”
This time, Yan Qingxiao’s body gave a violent shudder.
“Master.”
Shen Weilan’s voice sounded beside his ear, carrying warm, damp breath.
“Forgive me.”
She extended her hand and covered his forehead, damp with sweat. Then she slowly moved downward, her fingertips lightly brushing across his tightly furrowed brow and straight nose before finally coming to rest on his thin lips, reddened from being clenched between his teeth.
The drug’s potency seemed to have found an outlet, stirring up even more turbulent waves within his body.
Humiliation, fury, and that unspeakable desire tore madly at his mind.
“Shen… Wei…lan…”
In response, the young woman’s lips landed on his in a gentle yet resolute kiss.
Yan Qingxiao wanted to push her away. He wanted to tear this audacious, rebellious disciple limb from limb.
But his hands, locked in place by black-iron chains, would not obey him at all. Instead, the desire clamoring deep within his body grew even more violent because of the kiss.
“Master, don’t resist.”
Shen Weilan’s voice came indistinctly from between their joined lips and teeth, carrying a hint of soothing.
“Treat it as a dream.”
“When you wake, everything will be over.”
Like an experienced hunter, she patiently coaxed the prey that had fallen into her trap.
Her hand slowly slid downward, bearing an irresistible force, and gently pried open the fist he had clenched in restraint.
The man’s palm was broad and burning hot.
Shen Weilan inserted her cool fingertips bit by bit into the spaces between his fingers.
Yan Qingxiao’s body shuddered again.
It was an unfamiliar sensation, one that made him tremble.
He wanted to pull his hand away, but those seemingly delicate fingers possessed a force that left him no chance of escape, clamping him firmly in place.
“You… rebellious disciple…”
He forced a few broken words from the depths of his throat, but his voice, made breathless by his ragged panting, held no intimidation at all.
“Yes.”
Shen Weilan accepted the appellation without hesitation. Her lips and tongue left his lips and traveled down along the tense line of his jaw, finally reaching his prominent Adam’s apple, where she bit him—not lightly, but not hard either.
“Mm!”
Yan Qingxiao let out a muffled groan. His body arched violently, pulling the chains taut until they rang sharply.
An unprecedented tingling sensation instantly spread through all four limbs.
All his fury and all his reason were worn away by the surging potency of the drug amid her repeated teasing.
“Master, you’re trembling.”
Shen Weilan straightened her upper body and looked down at him from above. Her black hair fell loose, brushing across his cheek.
She gazed at his peerlessly handsome face, now filled with lust and struggle, carrying a breathtakingly fragile air.
An unprecedented sense of satisfaction surged within her heart.
Conquering such an iceberg was truly fascinating.
Yan Qingxiao’s consciousness had already become thoroughly blurred.
He knew only that a warm, soft, fragrant body was soothing the flame within him—a flame that seemed almost ready to burn him to ashes—in a manner he had never experienced before.
He wanted to scold her for her shamelessness, but the waves surging from deep within his body left him without even the strength to speak.
All he could do was watch helplessly as she drew closer and closer, watch her black hair fall down and brush across his cheek, bringing with it a faint itch.
The girl’s sweet, clean fragrance mingled with the aphrodisiac scent of “Spring Breeze Crossing,” weaving into an inescapable net that trapped him firmly.
It made him want to sink into it, yet filled him with unbearable humiliation and hatred.
He watched the girl on top of him… watched the flush of desire spread across her cheeks, and those blurred eyes carrying a trace of affection and longing.
His fingers were no longer stiffly held between hers. Instead, one by one, they actively curled back around her hand.
The chains clattered—not in struggle anymore, but in resonance with the movements he could no longer suppress.
Within the frigid chamber, spring bloomed without end.