Chapter 26: Eyes Turning Red
The dragon's tail wrapped around her leg, and Sang Ying was startled. Seeing the tip of the tail continue to rise and her skirt swaying wildly, she frantically stepped on the dragon's tail, shouting, "Don't move!"
Her ears turned bright red. "Xie Lingyu, how can you calculate it like that? How can a draw mean that both sides have won? Why can't it be considered that both sides have lost?"
The young man glanced at her and said, "If that's how you want to calculate it, junior sister, I have no objection."
Sang Ying was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she thought again, what's the difference between losing to both sides and winning to both sides? They'll both still be punished.
Oh no! He's such a sly and wicked person!
On the surface, he appears to be a virtuous gentleman, but in reality, he's a wolf in sheep's clothing!
The young man gently stroked her ankle with his fingertips, his tone unusually softer, "Junior sister, you're weak. If the effects of the medicine don't wear off soon, your body won't be able to take it. Behave yourself, I'll help you."
Sang Ying's mind was still hazy. She felt his hand was cold and wanted to touch it more, but when she heard this, her rebellious instincts kicked in, and she turned her head away.
"Who said you have to help me undo this? There are so many male cultivators outside, I can just find one... um!"
The dragon's tail suddenly pulled her over, the gold chain swinging.
The last syllable was swallowed up, her lips were bitten hard, followed by a fierce and violent kiss.
Her waist was gripped tightly by strong fingers. She tried to struggle, her weak hands pushing against him, but he pressed hard on her lower back.
She immediately went limp, too weak to struggle anymore, and could only whimper pitifully.
Sang Ying could clearly sense that he was angry. Unlike his previous playful and teasing attitude, he was genuinely angry, and his aura became gloomy and cold. Even his kisses were ruthless.
She pushed him, "Thank you... oh."
Perhaps annoyed by her antics, he removed the golden ring from the dragon's tail, grabbed her hands, lifted them up, and easily clasped them together at the wrists.
He loosened his grip, and Sang Ying struggled but couldn't break free. The golden ring was formed from his spiritual power, and with her cultivation level, she simply couldn't untie it.
Sang Ying was confused and didn't understand.
She only said one sentence, and she didn't actually go looking for other male cultivators, so why was he so angry?
Cool fingers brushed across her neck, and Sang Ying trembled. She felt the hand land on her collar, part the collar, and press against a small patch of her collarbone.
That's where he kissed her yesterday; there's still a clear, deep red mark.
My finger lingered on the red mark for a moment, then moved down to the teeth marks.
A day later, the teeth marks had faded considerably, leaving only a faint mark.
...This was also caused by that wicked dragon!
He showed no remorse for his crimes and even had the audacity to touch the evidence he had left behind.
Sang Ying was both embarrassed and annoyed. She opened her mouth to let him kiss her deeper, and then, when he was off guard, she bit his tongue hard.
The familiar sweet taste of blood spread across the tip of my tongue; it was the same sweet taste I usually get from the medicine I drink.
The young man paused only slightly before gripping her waist and kissing her even more fiercely. The sweetness mixed with the scent of sandalwood completely overwhelmed her.
It's happening again, that feeling.
It was as if they wanted to devour her.
Sang Ying's wet eyelashes trembled incessantly, like butterflies fluttering, and a touch of red, like spring peach blossoms, appeared at the corners of her eyes.
Under the influence of the drug, her mind was already not very sharp, and the kisses made it hard for her to breathe, making her mind even more confused and causing her to lose consciousness.
It wasn't until his fingertip touched her lips, leaving a drop of lotus dew, that Sang Ying suddenly came to her senses.
Sang Ying instinctively tried to grab his hand to stop him, but both of her wrists were locked with gold rings and she couldn't move.
Her gaze fell over, her ears turning bright red, and she pressed her legs tightly together. "Xie Lingyu! What are you doing!"
The young man remained calm; her strength was utterly insufficient to stop him.
He touched a drop of lotus dew to his fingertip and gently traced it around her soft lips, then parted them slightly and probed inside. "Don't you know what I'm doing, Junior Sister?"
Sang Ying made a soft moan. The unfamiliar sensation on her lips made her feel somewhat helpless. She thought to herself that she shouldn't, but her mind, controlled by the drug, wanted him to get closer to her.
She bit her lip, her eyes misty with tears, "Xie Lingyu..."
From a young age, Sang Ying had always admired Xie Lingyu's hands.
She was tall and slender, with fair skin, well-defined joints, long fingers, and large palms. Compared to him, she looked like a child.
She loved the way he held his sword; every strike and movement was sharp and extraordinary, full of youthful spirit.
But she never imagined that her hands could be like this, easily holding a cluster of peonies in one palm.
The calluses on her fingertips from practicing swordsmanship brushed against her little fox tail, turning the tip red and making it tremble pitifully.
He slowly kissed the corners of her reddened eyes, then pressed his two long fingers, which were wrapped in soft flesh, with a slight pressure. After feeling her breath tremble, he kissed her lips again.
The tip of the dragon's tail lifted her small face, and the young man's voice was slow and gentle, "Junior sister, do you feel comfortable when I kiss you?"
Sang Ying was completely dazed by the kiss, and murmured, "Mmm."
The young man continued, "Was his kiss more comfortable than mine?"
Sang Ying didn't think at all and just mumbled, "Mmm."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air, which had just eased up a little, turned cold again. Sang Ying shivered involuntarily and felt him get up and leave.
She wasn't satisfied yet, and opened her eyes somewhat unhappily. Just as she was about to look, she suddenly felt pain.
He kissed her, his kiss on her lips fierce.
He forcefully parted her lips slightly and probed in a little.
Tears welled up in Sang Ying's eyes almost instantly. Her blurred vision searched for Xie Lingyu's location. Subconsciously, she wanted to ask him for help first, but she never expected that this pain was caused by him.
She clenched her fingers helplessly, her voice trembling with tears, "It hurts..."
The young man paused, his breathing becoming heavy.
Sang Ying didn't know what he was doing, she only knew that he was kissing her, but it hurt her a lot.
She sobbed softly, tears welling in her eyes from the pain, but her hands were still bound by the gold rings and she couldn't break free, making her feel even more aggrieved.
"Xie Lingyu...it hurts so much, I don't want to be kissed anymore."
The young man's cool fingers had somehow warmed up, and he cupped her face in his knuckles. His voice was a little stiff, but he softened his tone, "You've never been this intimate with him before?"
"What 'him'? What are you talking about? Only you have ever kissed me, you bastard pervert, it hurts."
Sang Ying's eyes were red at the corners, and she sobbed as she scolded him, her nose also red.
The young man's fingertips gently touched the teeth marks on her chest. "And this?"
Sang Ying was both annoyed and angry when she saw this. She sobbed and then suddenly hiccuped, "How dare you say that! I kindly helped you yesterday because I saw you were about to go crazy during your hot flashes, and you not only didn't appreciate it, but you even bit me!"
The young man was clearly stunned, a look of astonishment flashing across his dark eyes. "I bit him?"
"You still want to deny it?"
Sang Ying sobbed again, her wet eyes glaring at him angrily, "And are you trying to make me die of pain? I already said I don't want to kiss you."
The young man released her as she wished, and removed the gold ring from her wrist.
Sang Ying had been pampered since childhood, and even a slight bump would cause her pain for a long time. Even after he withdrew, he still felt pain and whimpered.
Xie Lingyu tried to pull her into his arms, but she slapped him away and burrowed into the blankets. "You're not allowed to touch me, you bad dragon!"
Xie Lingyu was unusually stiff. She hugged him and the blanket into her arms and whispered, "I thought you had already cultivated with someone else."
When he saw the intimate, clear teeth mark on her chest, he couldn't help but go crazy.
On the night she fell asleep drunk, he thought about it for a long time, his mind filled with scenes of her being intimate with other people.
He was always afraid that she would hate him. Dragons are driven by desire, and for the past three years he had never shown any signs of being in heat in front of her, worried that she would dislike him for it.
But what she wrote in her divorce letter was that she complained about his inadequacy.
Is it because he failed to bring her pleasure that she sought out someone else?
This thought is all I can think about.
Before they had even figured it out themselves, they locked the person up.
He thought, if she likes it, why can't he?
He can make her happy too. He can do it better than anyone else.
The sounds from under the covers were muffled, and even carried a hint of sobbing.
"...Am I such a casual person?"
Sang Ying stayed under the covers and refused to come out.
Actually, she wasn't particularly angry. She had read the joint cultivation technique of the Rainbow Cloud Cave Master and knew that it would likely hurt during the first joint cultivation, so she was prepared.
She was mostly embarrassed. The thought that Xie Lingyu's dragon tail had really, really kissed her made her extremely ashamed. She just pretended to be angry and hid away.
Sang Ying banged her head against the blanket. How did she get so dazed and confused by his kisses that she almost ended up cultivating with him?
The young man above said in a low voice, "I misunderstood my junior sister."
Sang Ying snorted and ignored him.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked softly after a long silence.
Sang Ying's eyes were misty with tears as she slowly hummed in agreement.
She hunched over, thinking that the manual said that as long as the technique was good, it wouldn't hurt much during practice. The fact that she was in so much pain must mean that his technique was terrible.
"I was a bit reckless just now, and I may have hurt myself. Junior sister, please come out and let me check you out."
Sang Ying's face flushed red upon hearing this, and she slammed her head against his chest through the blanket. "Who wants to show this to you? You shameless bastard!"
If Xie Lingyu were still the upright gentleman he once was, her refusal would certainly have been effective, but he is not now.
Not only is she not, she's a pervert.
The young man simply grabbed her wrist and yanked her out of the blanket. Sang Ying panicked at the sight and covered his eyes with her hand, shouting, "Don't look!"
The young man didn't pull her hand away, letting her cover it like that. With his startling eyes hidden, he transformed back into a gentle and indifferent young man.
"If you get injured, it will hurt for several days if you don't apply medicine."
Sang Ying was taken aback. "Will it hurt for a long time?"
The wound is now a bit numb, and it's a kind of pain that's hard to describe. It's like the bloating pain of overeating, or the tearing pain of a wound being pulled.
The thought of being in pain for several days made her hesitate. "Then... I'll see for myself."
"good."
Xie Lingyu didn't object and took out a small mirror so she could check her injury.
Sang Ying's ears turned red as she slowly glanced at him. His fingers had touched her earlier; they were red and covered with a layer of glistening lotus dew. That seemed... to be hers. She suddenly remembered the strange feeling from not long ago, and her face grew even hotter.
She quickly looked away and muttered softly, "It seems like there's some bleeding."
"That means you're injured."
With his eyes covered, the young man bent over, the dragon's tail wrapped around his ankle and pulled away slightly.
Sang Ying was startled. By the time she reacted and stopped him, his lips were already almost touching her wound. "What are you doing?"
"The Azure Dragon's Essence can heal wounds," he replied calmly.
Oh, so it's to help her heal.
Sang Ying punched him on the shoulder, almost laughing in anger, "Xie Lingyu, do you think I'm stupid? Just put some medicine on it and it'll be fine."
The young man didn't say anything, but handed her the storage ring.
Sang Ying searched for a long time and only found a small pink medicine bottle inside, which was the same aphrodisiac.
Sang Ying: "..."
Sang Ying blushed, "That won't do either. At worst, it will hurt for a few days, and I won't need any medicine."
How could she possibly let him kiss her like that? He's really going too far!
The young man suddenly asked, "Are you feeling very hot? Your chest hurts a little, and your head feels dizzy and throbbing."
Sang Ying was taken aback. "How did you know?"
"That means your body is about to completely succumb to the effects of the Love Binding drug. At that point, you will be completely controlled by the drug and lose consciousness."
"Longjin can heal wounds and also relieve the effects of other medicines."
The young man stared at her for a few seconds, his eyes lowered so his emotions were unreadable, and slowly said, "So, junior sister, do you want to wait until you're unconscious and then pester me to cultivate together, or do you want me to help you?"
Sang Ying was stunned by these words. Two choices?
She didn't want to choose either of these two options, and she couldn't accept either of them. As she frowned and pondered seriously, the young man suddenly chuckled softly.
Sang Ying suddenly realized what he meant and punched him, "Xie Lingyu, you lied to me!"
"Only my junior sister would believe such a thing."
Sang Ying: "..."
She said that if Longjin (a traditional Chinese medicine) could detoxify, why would she need Chinese medicine?
The young man raised his hand and conjured a golden lotus in his palm. He unfolded the lotus to reveal a pale white ointment. "This is a wound medicine. If you don't want to do it yourself, Junior Sister, I can do it for you."
Sang Ying snatched it away, and the young man, quite sensibly, turned his eyes away. Sang Ying hid under her blanket, quickly and haphazardly wiping her hands clean.
Her face was still flushed. "What about the love potion? Didn't they say there's no antidote?"
"Reach out your hand."
Sang Ying, puzzled, stretched out a hand, which the young man grasped, their fingers interlocking and palms pressed together.
Warm spiritual energy filled his palm and flowed into his spiritual meridians. The toxins flowing in his blood were fused and gathered together by this surging spiritual energy, finally flowing to his fingertips and condensing into a perfectly round blood bead.
Xie Lingyu wiped away the bead of blood with a handkerchief. "All done."
After the toxins were forcibly removed by external force, Sang Ying felt her head was less dizzy and slowly regained her senses. She thought that this was indeed a good method.
But… she looked at him, “Then what will you do?”
Xie Lingyu paused, surprised by her concern.
Based on what she had seen since she woke up, his true nature had been revealed, and he had done so many outrageous things to her. He thought she would be extremely disgusted with him and that the first thing she would do after waking up was to tell him to get out.
He chuckled, lifting her chin with his fingertips. "Junior sister has been bullied like this, and you're still thinking about your senior brother?"
Sang Ying's ears turned red, and she buried herself in the blankets. "Who cares about you! You pervert! You're just going to die of sulking by yourself!"
The air grew quiet.
After a long while, he slowly and muffledly spoke up.
"...However, if you really can't take it anymore, I can help you out, but only for a moment!"
"I'll reluctantly help you out because you've been my follower for so many years."
"..."
The air fell silent again.
Sang Ying received no response for a while, so she lifted a corner of the window and peeked out her head, only to suddenly meet the young man's eyes.
His eyes were dark and somber, obscuring any emotion. He looked at her and spoke slowly and softly.
"Junior sister, I want to kiss you."
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