Her wrist was still held fast by a large hand like an iron clamp. She struggled twice with all her might, but to no avail.
"Let go," her voice was icy.
She intensely disliked being touched, her expression betraying her unconcealed aversion and suppressed emotion, as if harboring some unspeakable feelings.
Bi Lian smiled, as if he had finally caught the white-robed immortal. Instead of backing away, he leaned in closer.
"What? Are you afraid of people touching you?"
Shen Yue's face grew paler, a hint of panic even flashing across it. Yet, she tried to maintain her indifferent and calm demeanor, "I told you to let go!"
Her hand began to struggle violently.
But she was no longer the Xi Yu Immortal Venerable she once was, and even then, she wouldn't have been able to contend with this young man before her.
After all, what could ordinary humans compare to a god?
Her meager strength could not budge Bi Lian an inch. Bi Lian watched as Shen Yue's calm and composed facade was finally broken, her pupils trembling slightly from excessive excitement. His smile widened.
The young man took a step closer, their bodies almost touching. Shen Yue flinched back instinctively.
One step forward, one step back, until her back was pressed against the cold, hard corner of the desk. Only then did she realize she had nowhere left to retreat.
The young man bent over, their noses almost brushing. He was like a mischievous child, "Is Senior Brother afraid now?"
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid I'll touch you?"
"So, Senior Brother is also afraid?"
His dry, thin lips pressed against her soft cheek, sliding down, a fleeting, lingering touch, ambiguously unwilling to part.
The sound of her slightly rapid breaths filled her ears, growing louder with each moment.
"Bi Lian, if you hate me, you can kill me, but you cannot humiliate me like this." The white-robed immortal tilted her head back, her slender neck truly beautiful, like a swan on the verge of death, elegant and lovely.
She seemed unable to bear it, her silver hair slightly disheveled, one hand propped on the table behind her, curled up in helplessness.
The sweet, delicate fragrance captivated Bi Lian's senses. He couldn't control himself and reached out to encircle Shen Yue's waist, his arm tightening, and slowly leaned down, "Why can't I? Can't handle this already?"
"You dare!"
Shen Yue let out a cold snort, a ball of spiritual energy gathering in her palm. Before it could fully form, a sudden sharp pain shot through her chest, as if countless ants were gnawing at her. She let out a muffled groan, and the spiritual energy slowly dissipated.
"Still want to kill me?"
The tenderness that had appeared on Bi Lian's face due to her pale, fragile complexion instantly vanished. A ferocity in his heart was awakened. He held Shen Yue's struggling waist tightly with one hand, sneering, "Stop struggling. It won't be as fun if you lose all your strength later."
After extreme anger came calm. Shen Yue suppressed her rage, knowing she couldn't break free. She spoke softly, trying to negotiate, "This shouldn't be happening, Bi Lian. If you still consider me your Senior Brother, then you..."
"Shut up!" Bi Lian's delicate face was fierce as he exerted force on Shen Yue's waist, almost leaving a brand. His expression was almost savage, "How dare you still say such things? Someone like you, how can you be worthy of being my Senior Brother?!"
His hot fingertips slid down her jade-like neck, roughly tugging at her collar.
Shen Yue quickly grabbed his hand, her face finally devoid of composure, filled with unease and panic.
"Bi Lian! You can't do this to me. Do you want to incur divine punishment?"
Bi Lian's movements stopped. His eyes turned crimson, and he sneered, "Divine punishment? If there truly is such a thing, then you would be the first to die."
Shen Yue, seizing the moment while he spoke, curled her knees to strike him. While he dodged, she turned to flee towards the door. A large hand, reacting with extreme speed, grabbed her clothes, tearing her white gown.
But before her fingertips could even reach the door, an invisible pressure forced her to stop. Her body stiffened abruptly.
The intermittent sting in her chest made her face grow progressively paler, almost to the point of transparency.
A broad, strong hand from behind wrapped around her waist, effortlessly dragging her back, with a possessive intensity.
Shen Yue's back was pressed against the young man's hot, firm chest. The arm across her waist slowly tightened until there was no gap between them, as if they had fused into one.
The tip of her jade-like ear was licked, leaving a moist trace. Then, the young man's deep, hoarse, yet subtly pleased voice followed.
"Why run? Can you escape my palm?"
Ignoring Shen Yue's struggles, Bi Lian lifted her with one hand and walked directly towards the bed.
The pain in Shen Yue's body rendered her unable to muster any spiritual energy. Even when she was lying on the bed, her limbs were weak.
Even if Shen Yue were foolish, she now understood that he must have done something to her.
"What did you do to me?"
Three thousand silver threads spread across the bed like blooming snow lotuses. Her face was like white jade. A white cloth covered her eyes. Bi Lian found it an eyesore and casually pulled it off.
He finally got a clear look at those eyes.
This was the first time he had seen her eyes open beneath the blindfold.
What kind of eyes were they?
They were beautiful beyond words.
More beautiful than any jewel, clearer than any lake water. A faint red hue was veiled by a layer of white film, yet it did not diminish their beauty.
Her snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly. She must have been uneasy, but her hollow pupils gave her an appearance of innocent purity, like that of a newborn.
Such a cruel and cold-blooded person possessing such clean and beautiful eyes was truly a waste.
Bi Lian's eyes were filled with fervent adoration and pure affection.
He tentatively reached out to touch the corners of her slightly red eyes, not daring to use too much force, his gentleness almost dreamlike.
His body trembled with excitement and anticipation. A sticky kiss fell upon those eyes like a fine rain.
Shen Yue was forced, instinctively closing her eyes. He licked repeatedly, as if entranced, utterly captivated.
His breaths grew heavier, as if he could no longer control himself.
Shen Yue's hands pressed against the young man's firm, strong chest, clearly feeling the rapid, irregular beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest from his hurried breaths.
"Bi Lian..."
Only when her eyelids were red and swollen did he slowly pull away.
Her eyelids were a vivid red, her lips brightly colored, as if painted with rouge.
Bi Lian gazed at the white-robed immortal, who was unable to move as her spiritual power was suppressed, her seemingly frail body trembling slightly. His eyes darkened.
"Shen Yue, are you trembling?"
He smiled, like a demon.