This was the first time Rong Hua had seen Shen Yue without her white veil.
She had her eyes closed, and he couldn't tell if she was asleep or awake.
Rong Hua approached, his brows furrowed, his thin lips pressed together.
He could see half of Shen Yue's face more clearly now. Like moonlight on white tea, beneath the snow-white, the faint touch of red on her earlobe was exceptionally striking and beautiful.
Rong Hua also smelled it: the strong scent of alcohol.
So Shen Yue could drink after all.
Rong Hua lowered his gaze to her, slowly reaching out his hand to gently touch the frost-like face. The cool touch was like white jade. The man lowered his eyelashes, his expression surprisingly gentle.
His fair and slender fingers moved from her cheek, caressing down to her crimson lips.
Full and rosy, they exuded a captivating allure.
“Master…”
Rong Hua whispered the name. He wanted Shen Yue to open her eyes, yet he also didn't want her to.
At this moment, Rong Hua was very close to Shen Yue, so close that his breath could gently puff onto her face. He could also clearly smell the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from her.
Her long, thick eyelashes, her pale face, now made her appear fragile, a rare sight.
Rong Hua’s voice became even softer, as if he were afraid of startling her awake.
“Master… who was the one who carried you back just now?”
He was like a fool, knowing full well that no one would answer his question, yet he pressed on relentlessly.
His gaze slowly moved down, lingering on her slender, swan-like neck.
Beneath the fair, delicate skin, the veins showed a faint bluish-green hue.
It was beautiful.
The man’s hand was large, and he estimated that he could easily snap that neck with just one hand.
Just as his mind was filled with dark, chaotic thoughts, the person with closed eyes suddenly opened them.
As if sensing something, Rong Hua’s head snapped up.
Meeting her eyes, his heartbeat seemed to stop.
Those eyes were a faint red!
Enchanting and alluring, like a rare and extremely precious pale red gemstone. A single glance made one want to pry them out and collect them.
They didn’t look like the eyes of a normal person, or rather, they were too beautiful to belong to this mortal world.
The faint red was as if veiled with a milky film, hollow and vacant, suggesting the person had an eye condition.
Rong Hua gasped. Infatuation slowly bloomed in his eyes. He was stunned, his mind seemingly bewitched.
He raised his hand, wanting to touch, but his fingertips trembled with extreme excitement and agitation, completely beyond his control.
It wasn’t until his fingertip finally brushed the edge of her red eyes that he seemed to regain a sliver of his senses.
The icy temperature made him greedily desire more.
Rong Hua’s hand cupped half of Shen Yue’s face. Those faint red eyes rippled, appearing dazed and innocent, as clear as a spring lake or the moonlight on a clear night.
At that moment, his heart seemed to stop beating.
An unfamiliar emotion, never before experienced, surged within his chest. With every thump, his entire head swam.
Unconsciously, he drew closer, closer, and closer.
The sweet fragrance grew stronger, until his nose brushed against hers.
Finally, those faint red eyes reflected his appearance.
His expression was somewhat unfamiliar to him.
Greedy, unrestrained, infatuated.
All these expressions filled with desire made him feel like a stranger to himself.
But what made him even more unable to resist was seeing himself reflected in Shen Yue’s eyes.
It was as if Shen Yue’s eyes only contained him, and only him.
“Shen Yue…”
He called her name unconsciously.
The white-robed immortal, who had shown no reaction, suddenly blinked. She seemed drawn by the familiar address.
She looked in Rong Hua’s direction. Even though she knew her eyes couldn't see, Rong Hua still felt inexplicably nervous, yet his eyes refused to move away even a fraction.
Shen Yue suddenly smiled.
She rarely smiled; one could count the times on their fingers.
Now, she smiled. Her eyes were clear and serene, with a faint dimple. She was as gentle as a jade hairpin flower on a branch, elegant, pure, and so gentle that Rong Hua could barely tear his gaze away. He remained frozen, watching Shen Yue lean towards him.
The distance between them was already short, and now it became even more intimate, to the point where they could clearly feel each other's breath on their faces…
The system, seeing that the situation was becoming somewhat unusual, immediately began to poke Shen Yue frantically.
[Ahhh! You two are about to kiss!]
Shen Yue was already tipsy and disoriented, barely registering the system’s words. Muddled and hazy, she looked as if one would want to stain that pure white paper and leave their mark upon it.
The distance between them was very close; it seemed that a slight movement of their lips would bring them into contact.
Rong Hua instinctively stretched his neck forward, touching those soft lips, which exuded a faint fragrance. He imagined the scent within would be even more delightful.
Yet, he seemed to be in a daze, his body stiff and unmoving, simply experiencing the sensation of the soft lips.
Neither of them moved.
Their hearts pounded uncontrollably…
Rong Hua couldn't clearly recall what happened next. It was almost a primal instinct. By the time he came to his senses, Shen Yue had been forcefully pressed onto the soft couch by him, her usually neat and tidy collar now rumpled.
Adorning her delicate, fair neck were countless red marks.
They were as red as plum blossoms on snow.
Just as he was losing control of his emotions and preparing to lower his head to continue, Shen Yue’s faint red eyes were dazed and blurry, misted over with an unconscious allure.
Her mind was in a fog, perhaps due to the alcohol. Her thoughts were filled with the chaotic memories of the original host.
Somehow, Shen Yue suddenly reached out and cupped the man’s face, her voice soft and light, “You… you’re back?”
“…” Rong Hua’s mind was already a mess from the intoxicating fragrance. He didn’t know how to react, or even what he had said.
He only saw Shen Yue smile at him again…
Her faint red eyes were like pigeon’s blood red, starkly contrasting with her cool, frost-like face, yet they were so captivating.
Her long eyelashes seemed to have become moist as if touched by mist.
The next moment, she tightly embraced him, her voice trembling, yet she still tried her best to utter a name unfamiliar to Rong Hua: “Bi… Bi Lian…”
“……”
“I’m sorry, were you scared all alone… it was so dark there… you must have been terrified…”
Her words were rambling and disjointed. The mist clinging to her eyelashes, silently dripped down…
“……”