Her wrist was still clamped in a large hand like a vice. She struggled a few times with all her might, but to no avail.
"Let go," her voice was icy.
She intensely disliked being touched, her expression a barely concealed revulsion and forced restraint, as if suppressed by some unspeakable emotion.
Bi Lian smiled. It was as if he had finally caught the white-robed immortal in a vulnerable spot. Instead of backing away, he moved closer.
"What? Are you afraid of being touched?"
Shen Yue's face grew paler, a hint of panic even flashing across it. Yet, she still forced herself to maintain her cold and calm facade. "I told you to let go!"
Her hand began to struggle violently.
But she was no longer the Xiyu Immortal Venerable of the past, and even then, she couldn't have contended with this young man before her.
After all, what comparison could ordinary humans make to a god?
Her meager strength couldn't budge Bi Lian by an inch. Bi Lian, seeing Shen Yue's serene and composed face finally shattered, her pupils trembling slightly from sheer excitement, his smile grew wider and wider.
The youth took a step closer, their bodies almost touching. Shen Yue instinctively retreated.
One step forward, one step back, until her back hit the cold, hard edge of the table, she finally realized there was nowhere left to retreat.
The young man bent over, their noses almost brushing. Like a wicked child, he asked, "Is senior brother afraid now?"
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid I'll touch you?"
"So, senior brother is afraid too?"
His dry, thin lips pressed against her soft cheek, sliding down, a fleeting touch, intimately entwined.
The sound of slightly rapid breaths reached 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 was truly beautiful, like a dying swan, elegant and lovely.
She seemed unable to bear it, her silken hair slightly disheveled, one hand bracing against the table behind her, recoiling helplessly.
That sweet, lingering fragrance ensnared Han Qi's mind. Bi Lian, losing some control, reached out and encircled Shen Yue's waist, his arm tightening. He slowly leaned down and said, "Why can't I? You can't handle this already?"
"You dare!"
Shen Yue let out a cold shout, a ball of spiritual energy condensing in her palm. Before it could fully form, a sharp pain shot through her chest, as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at her. She let out a muffled groan, and her spiritual energy slowly dissipated.
"Still want to kill me?"
The tenderness that had appeared on Bi Lian's face due to her pale and fragile complexion instantly vanished. The ferocity in his heart was ignited. With one hand tightly gripping Shen Yue's struggling waist, he sneered, "Don't bother struggling anymore. If you lose all your strength later, it won't be as much fun."
After extreme anger came calmness. Shen Yue suppressed her rage, knowing she couldn't break free. She spoke in a low, pleading tone, "This isn't right, Bi Lian. If you still consider me your senior brother, then you..."
"Shut up!" Bi Lian's delicate face contorted fiercely. He forcefully pressed his hand onto Shen Yue's waist, almost leaving a brand. His expression was almost savage. "How dare you still speak such words? Someone like you, how can you be worthy of being my senior brother?!"
His burning fingertips slid down her jade-like neck, roughly tearing at her collar.
Shen Yue quickly grabbed his hand, her face's emotions finally shattering, a mix of unease and panic.
"Bi Lian! You can't do this to me, don't you fear divine retribution?"
Bi Lian's actions halted. His eyes were bloodshot, and he sneered, "Divine retribution? If there truly were such a thing, you would be the first to die."
Taking advantage of his speech...
Shen Yue bent her knees, intending to headbutt him. As he dodged, she turned to flee towards the door. A large hand, reacting with lightning speed, grabbed her clothes, tearing her white robe.
But before his fingertips could even reach the door, an invisible pressure forced him to stop. Her body stiffened abruptly.
The recurring stinging pain in her chest made her complexion grow increasingly pale, almost translucent.
A broad, thick hand reached out from behind, encircling her waist and easily dragging her back, carrying a possessive air.
Shen Yue's back was pressed against the youth's hot, hard chest. The arm around her waist slowly tightened until there was no gap between them. They seemed to merge into one.
His lips brushed her white jade earlobe, leaving a damp trace. Then came the youth's low, hoarse, yet pleasure-tinged voice.
"Why are you running? 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 lying on the bed, her limbs felt weak.
Shen Yue, no matter how foolish, now understood. He must have done something to her.
"What did you do to me?"
Three thousand silver strands spread across the bed, like blooming snow lotuses. Complementing her face, which was like white jade, a white cloth covered her eyes. Bi Lian found it unsightly and casually ripped it off.
He finally saw those eyes clearly.
This was the first time he had seen her eyes open from beneath the white cloth.
What kind of eyes were they?
They were so beautiful that words failed to describe them.
More beautiful than any jewel, clearer than any lake water. A faint red 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 vacant pupils made her appear innocent and pure, like a newborn.
Such a cruel and cold-blooded person possessed such clean and beautiful eyes. It was truly a waste of such eyes.
Bi Lian's eyes were filled with fervent adoration and simple affection.
He carefully touched the corners of her slightly reddened eyes, not daring to use too much force, his gentleness making one's senses reel.
His body trembled with excitement and anticipation. A sticky kiss fell upon those eyes like a fine mist.
Shen Yue, forced to, instinctively closed her eyes, again and again, as if entranced, deeply infatuated.
His breathing grew heavier, as if he couldn't control himself.
Shen Yue placed her hands against the youth's hard, strong chest, able to clearly feel his violently beating, abnormal heart, and the rise and fall of his chest from his rapid breathing.
"Bi Lian..."
Only when her eyelids were red and nearly swollen did he slowly pull away.
Her eyelids were a vibrant red, her lips a vivid hue, as if painted with rouge.
Bi Lian gazed at the white-robed immortal, whose body, unable to move due to the suppression of her spiritual energy, trembled slightly, and his eyes darkened.
"Shen Yue, are you trembling?"
He was smiling, like a demon.