The white-robed immortal seemed unwilling to acknowledge him, turning her head and closing her eyes. Bi Lian leaned down, grasped her snow-white, slender chin, and roughly turned her face towards him.
His fingers slowly slid down, gently lifting a strand of Shen Yue's silver hair.
An intimate breath coiled around her ear. Her silver lashes fluttered slightly. He leaned close to the white-robed immortal's face, his obsidian-like eyes gleaming with a soul-piercing, chilling luster.
"Open your eyes."
Those eyes set his chest ablaze, even igniting a desire to dig them out and cherish them forever.
But he held back. After all, that method was too bloody, and he didn't want to resort to force, provided Shen Yue behaved.
It was such a pity that such beautiful eyes were on her.
A smile touched his lips, yet his entire being radiated a chilling, bloodthirsty ferocity. He gently caressed the soft, smooth silver strands in his hand, which felt like the finest silk.
They say soft hair indicates a soft heart.
But with Shen Yue, that was an exception. There was probably no one in this world whose heart was harder or colder than hers.
The resentment that had festered for a hundred years had not dissipated one bit with time; instead, it had grown larger and larger like a tornado. When he was imprisoned in the Abyss Sea, he had thought of a hundred ways to humiliate and slaughter her. Only after he emerged did he realize
Death, in fact, was a form of release.
The person he yearned for, the one whose tendons he wished to rip out and whose blood he longed to drink, lay beneath him.
Helpless and fragile.
Her face, always as indifferent as frost and snow, seemed to shatter like thin ice. Those beautiful eyes were tightly shut, her silver-white lashes trembling slightly, and her vibrant lips pursed into a thin line.
Her slender body trembled faintly.
This was what he wanted to see. He thought his resentment and obsession would lessen, that seeing Shen Yue's pained and helpless expression would significantly amplify his pleasure. But reality was not so.
Instead, his violence and restlessness deepened. He felt trapped in a dead end, and the name of this trap was Shen Yue.
Only by killing Shen Yue could he break free.
Clearly, he was the victim, yet Shen Yue put on such a pitiful and fragile act, as if he were forcing her.
But he was merely returning her actions in kind.
When Shen Yue did those things back then, she should have foreseen the consequences.
Karma and retribution had always been this way.
To put on such a performance now, who was she doing it for?
On the bed, the white-robed immortal's lips were tightly pressed, her beautiful, crystal-like eyes misty from suppressed emotion, the corners of her eyes reddening as if petals were falling.
"Bi Lian, if you don't kill me today, one day, I will surely kill you!"
Her heart pounded like a drum, seemingly about to leap out of her chest. Bi Lian tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with madness and burning intensity. His slightly reddened eyes reflected extreme, obsessive hatred.
But that intense hatred was mixed with other feelings, not pure at all.
He continued to smile, his smile even more captivating than before.
"Kill me?"
"How do you plan to kill me?"
Bi Lian roughly gripped Shen Yue's fair, tender, and fragile nape, pulling the person, who was completely weak and even trembling slightly, into his embrace.
He lowered his head, burying his face in the fragrant hollow of her neck, inhaling deeply. His dark eyes blazed with a strange fire, and his hoarse voice struggled to suppress the surging heat within him.
"Do you want to use your... mouth?"
Shen Yue's face went blank for a moment, followed by a fierce struggle, but it was utterly useless.
Her white robes, like the petals of a white peony, were stripped away one by one.
The pain in her chest prevented her from gathering any spiritual energy. Shen Yue's complexion grew paler, her arms easily captured by just one of Bi Lian's hands.
He smiled cruelly yet innocently, his cool tone seemingly laced with a mocking, disdainful laughter, devoid of any warmth.
"Be good, won't you? You don't want Qingyun Sect to be in trouble, do you?"
This casually spoken sentence instantly made Shen Yue stop struggling. The corners of her eyes were red, and her lips were a vibrant red.
"Bi Lian, Qingyun Sect is your sect. You can disown me as your senior brother, but you cannot harm those innocent people."
"Innocent people?"
His pupils flickered slightly, his gaze obscure and unreadable.
His deep, husky voice seemed to contain a restrained beast.
"Am I not innocent?"
Although he had indeed been unruly and rebellious at Qingyun Sect, he had never harmed anyone, nor had he ever killed anyone. He believed he had never done anything to let down Qingyun Sect.
He was innocent too; he hadn't committed any heinous crimes, so why was he abandoned by his ancestor and fellow disciples, cursed by the world, and had his bones stripped and tendons pulled?
What had he done wrong?
Was it simply because he possessed demonic bones? Was he a mistake from birth?
How absurd!
If that was the case, then let no one have peace. Since he was a demon god, deemed an evil spirit, a calamity, and brutal and merciless by them,
Then he certainly would not fail to meet their expectations.
Shen Yue's face showed no sign of emotion.
That was true. Shen Yue had always viewed demons as mortal enemies. It was likely that in her eyes, all demons deserved to die, regardless of whether they had harmed anyone, their fate was the same.
Her eyes remained clear and cold, her breathing shallow. In a low voice, she seemed to concede.
"As long as you let them go, you can do anything to me..."
Bi Lian lowered his head slightly, his lips brushing against Shen Yue's fair, jade-like earlobe. His hoarse voice was kept very low, tinged with unconcealable malice.
"That depends on whether you're good."
"Now..."
"Kiss me..."
He curved his eyebrows, watching Shen Yue's look of disbelief, and smiled even more wickedly and cruelly.
After a moment, perhaps the blink of an eye, Shen Yue seemed to process the information. She slightly raised her head, her vibrant, full lips slowly approaching.
Until they touched his dry, thin lips.
There was no color, just a simple contact, yet this already took great courage from Shen Yue.
After about five seconds, Shen Yue prepared to pull away, but as she slightly created an inch of distance, she was suddenly gripped by a pair of hands at the back of her head and forcefully pulled forward.
A thin, flowing curtain, like silk and water, slowly descended, obscuring all the scenes on the bed.
Only two entwined figures could be vaguely seen.
The white-robed immortal finally seemed to sense something that had broken through the boundaries she knew.
An unfamiliar possession.
And intense desire.