203: She stood on tiptoe and uttered two words: "I want you!"

"Who is it!"

"It's the middle of the night, are you heading to a funeral!"

Su Chen yanked open the bedroom door, his heart full of unholy fire from having his sacred creative ritual interrupted, ready to erupt into a disaster.

However, the word "Scram" that was ready on his lips was choked back into his throat the moment the door opened, the sight outside making him nearly gasp for air.

Standing outside the door was Ling Qingzhu.

It was still that ethereal, beautiful face, cold as if not of this world, but the eternal frost between her brows was now partially melted by a soul-stirring flush.

She had also changed out of the elegant Palace Dress that symbolized the majesty of the Yaochi Holy Land.

In its place was a thin, moon-white gauze dress.

The material of the gauze dress was exquisite—so exquisite that it was incredibly thin. Under the light of the Spirit Stone lamps in the corridor, it took on an almost transparent quality.

The exquisite curves, like undulating mountains, were faintly visible beneath the light gauze. Her snow-white skin seemed to glow, making one's head swim.

What was even more lethal were her cold phoenix eyes.

At this moment, a thin layer of moisture shimmered in those eyes. Two extreme emotions—determination and shyness—were in a fierce battle, making her radiate a soul-stirring beauty that seemed both fragile and desperate.

[Holy crap?!]

Su Chen felt a string in his head snap with a "twang."

[This... what kind of new roleplay is this? Yaochi Saintess Late Night Seduction.avi? A Murder Mystery Game?]

His thinking hadn't had time to restart.

Ling Qingzhu moved.

She didn't give him any chance to react.

A white shadow, accompanied by a cold, fresh fragrance, flashed past him.

The next instant.

"Click."

The door behind him was closed by a backhand, the sound of the lock clicking as clear as a thunderclap.

Su Chen turned around stiffly, inch by inch.

He looked at the woman with her back to him, head bowed, her hands clutching the hem of her dress so tightly out of extreme nervousness that her knuckles were turning white.

His worldview was once again scraped beyond recognition by a steel wool pad.

"You..."

He squeezed a single word out of his throat with difficulty.

Ling Qingzhu suddenly turned around, interrupting him.

She looked up, her misty eyes crashing directly into Su Chen's eyes, which were filled with astonishment.

"Su Chen."

Her cold voice, suppressed and trembling, sounded like she was reading an unalterable decree.

"I will not lose."

Su Chen was stunned.

[Lose? Lose what? Lose Spirit Stones? We didn't start a bet today?]

Seeing his "confused" expression, Ling Qingzhu thought he was still hesitant and cautious.

She bit her lower lip hard, as if using all her strength to suppress the shyness that penetrated her very marrow.

She knew that Enchantress Liu Ruyan would never stay quiet.

She couldn't wait.

She had to take the initiative!

She wanted him to understand that she, Ling Qingzhu, could cast everything aside for him!

"I will not lose to that Enchantress."

She repeated it, her voice carrying a decisiveness that could slice through glaciers.

The moment the words fell, she summoned a courage she had never possessed in her life.

In Su Chen's field of vision.

Ling Qingzhu's figure suddenly magnified as she took a step forward and stood on her tiptoes.

A cold and unfamiliar scent of orchids instantly invaded all his breathing.

Then.

A piece of icy softness, with a desperate tremor, accurately pressed against his lips.

Su Chen's thoughts broke.

Completely broken.

Time, space, the Calming Incense floating in the air... everything was receding.

The only thing he could feel was his own heartbeat, pounding against his chest like a war drum.

And the soft, cold sensation on his lips, trembling slightly from nervousness.

[I... I was kissed?]

[By the Yaochi Saintess, my "silly, white, sweet" cheap Fiancée... I was, I was night-raided and forcibly kissed?]

[The script isn't written like this! What happened to dating first?]

[How did we jump straight to the "cooking the rice" stage?! Director! Where's the director! Who the hell messed with this progress bar!]

Su Chen's inner world was completely submerged in a blizzard of bullet comments.

Having lived two lives, his life plan never included the option of "being cornered in a room and forcibly kissed by his Fiancée"!

The kiss broke as quickly as it began.

A scorching flush instantly rose to Ling Qingzhu's cheeks, as if they were about to drip blood.

She didn't dare look at Su Chen again, lowering her eyes bashfully; her body was swaying, and she could only stay steady by tightly clutching his lapel.

Her heart was about to jump out.

But she knew it wasn't enough.

Seeing Su Chen's "shocked and soul-lost" appearance, she thought he was still struggling because of the so-called "dating first."

She had to... give him another push!

An uncontrollable impulse completely broke through all her logic and reserve.

Ling Qingzhu looked up again, her blurred phoenix eyes filled with nothing but the madness of risking everything.

"Su Chen..."

Her voice was as light as a feather, yet it fell into Su Chen's ears as heavy as a mountain.

"Take me."