202: Chapter 202 Senior Sister Has Offended

Han Qingxue's body trembled slightly under his palm, but she did not dodge.

Ye Yun released her lips.

Han Qingxue opened her eyes; they were filled with mist as she looked at him through tearful eyes.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips, slightly swollen from his kisses, were parted as she panted in short breaths.

Her long hair was scattered across the straw.

A few strands of black hair clung to the side of her sweaty neck, making it appear even more slender and white.

Her plain white undergarment was already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and outlining every curve of her collarbones, waist, and chest.

Ye Yun's gaze fell upon her face, then upon her body.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"Senior Sister."

His voice was incredibly hoarse.

"You know what will happen next."

Han Qingxue looked at him, shyness and panic intertwined in her misty eyes.

Yet, she showed no intention of backing down.

She raised her hand, her fingers trembling as they caressed his face, sliding from his brow bone to his cheekbone.

From his cheekbone, they slid down to his jawline.

Her movements were very light and slow, as if she were sketching a painting, or perhaps trying to memorize someone's appearance.

"I know."

Han Qingxue's voice was very soft, carrying a slight nasal quality and a hint of suppressed trembling.

"If it is you, it is okay."

The last shred of Ye Yun's restraint completely shattered at those words.

He lowered his head and kissed her once more.

This time, it was no longer the patient, guiding kiss from before; it was plunder, it was possession.

Han Qingxue endured his kiss, her hands tightly clasping the back of his neck, her nails leaving faint scratch marks upon it.

Ye Yun's hand slid down from her waist to her leg.

He leaned down and whispered into her ear.

"Senior Sister, forgive my offense."

Han Qingxue did not answer.

She only tightened her grip on the back of his neck.

She pressed her burning cheek into the crook of his neck and gently closed her eyes.

Her eyelashes brushed against his skin, itchy and slightly damp.

Those were her tears.

Outside the cave, the line of orange light on the horizon grew brighter and brighter.

Golden morning light poured into the valley entrance.

However, it was filtered by the layers of vines into fragmented spots of light that scattered across the ground at the cave's mouth.

Occasionally, the distant sounds of birdsong and the roars of Yao Beasts drifted in from several mountaintops away.

Inside the cave, there were only the sounds of two people's interlaced breathing and the faint rustling of the straw being pressed down.

There was also that cold fragrance of plum blossoms, slowly dispersing in the morning light.

...

Morning light leaked through the gaps in the vines at the cave's mouth, spreading a layer of shattered gold across the ground.

Ye Yun slowly woke up.

He opened his eyes to the sight of the mottled stone walls.

The crisp, cold fragrance of plum blossoms lingered at the tip of his nose, mixed with sweat and the distinct scent of intimacy.

He looked down; Han Qingxue was curled in his arms.

She was still asleep.

Her long hair was scattered across his chest and arms, with a few strands of black hair clinging to her sweaty neck.

They fluttered gently with her long, steady breaths.

A lingering flush remained on her cheeks, dried tear stains hung from the corners of her eyes, and her eyelashes rested quietly.

They trembled slightly every now and then, as if she were dreaming of something.

The blanket only covered her up to her waist, exposing a large area of lustrous white skin on her upper body.

The sword wound on her shoulder had been re-bandaged; the bandages were stark white, having been changed by him last night with his last bit of strength.

Her collarbones, chest, and waist were covered in red marks of varying depths.

Some were finger marks, others were hickeys, densely layered together.

They appeared exceptionally shocking against her skin, which was normally as cold and clear as ice and snow.

Ye Yun looked at her, remembering how she had looked at him with those cold eyes last night and said, "If it is you, it is okay."

He remembered the trembling curve of her fingertips as she clumsily clasped the back of his neck.

He remembered the tone of her voice, filled with sobs and a nasal quality, as she suppressed her voice to whisper "Junior Brother" in his ear.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

She was usually such a cold and aloof person.

Ye Yun's gaze fell upon the particularly deep hickeys on her collarbone, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Then, he raised his hand and used the back of his finger to very, very gently brush away the dried tear stain on her cheek.

Han Qingxue's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Their eyes met, and Ye Yun saw his own face reflected in her cold pupils.

He saw a thin layer of mist and the daze of early waking still lingering there.

Then the daze faded, clarity surged forth, followed by memory, and after memory came an overwhelming shyness.

Her cheeks burned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From her cheeks to the tips of her ears, from her ears to her neck, even her collarbones were tinged with a faint shade of pink.

She instinctively tried to shrink back, but her body froze as soon as she moved.

She was currently curled in Ye Yun's arms in an extremely intimate posture.

One of her arms was still draped over his waist, and her legs were intertwined with his.

She was wrapped around him as tightly as an octopus.

More importantly, neither of the two people under the blanket was wearing anything at all.

Han Qingxue abruptly retracted the hand on his waist and the leg wrapped around his.

The movement was too fast and pulled on a sore muscle, causing her to gasp very softly.

Then, she shrank back half a foot while wrapped in the blanket, bundling herself up tightly like a silkworm cocoon.

"You're awake."

At this moment, Han Qingxue's voice carried the hoarseness of someone who had just woken up, as she struggled to regain her usual cold and indifferent tone.

But every word she spoke was as soft as if it had been soaked in water.

Ye Yun looked at her bundled up in a ball and couldn't help but laugh.

He rarely laughed, at least rarely in front of Han Qingxue.

This laugh actually caused Han Qingxue to daze for a moment.

"What are you laughing at?"

She furrowed her brows, wanting to glare at him, but she looked away as soon as her gaze met his eyes, letting it fall on the stone wall behind him.

"Nothing."

Ye Yun turned on his side, propping his head up with one hand as he looked at her.

"I just think the way Senior Sister looks wrapped in a blanket is a bit different from usual."

Han Qingxue pursed her lips and pulled the blanket up a few more inches to cover the marks on her collarbones.

But the blanket was only so large; as she pulled it up, her ankles were exposed.

There were also a few faint red marks on her ankles.

Ye Yun's gaze fell on those red marks, and Han Qingxue followed his gaze downward.

She shrank even further into the blanket, even pulling her ankles inside.

The cave remained silent for a good while.

"Last night."

Han Qingxue spoke, her voice muffled.

"About last night..."

"About last night, Senior Sister can rest assured."

Ye Yun's voice was soft but steady.

"When we return to Luoxue Sect, I will inform Revered Master."

Han Qingxue abruptly raised her head.

"Inform him of what?"

"Inform him that we have become Husband and Wife in Fact."

Ye Yun looked into her eyes, enunciating every word.

"I will take responsibility."

Han Qingxue stared at him blankly, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Responsibility? How would he take responsibility? By marrying her?

He was Revered Master's Disciple, and she was also Revered Master's Disciple.