83: Chapter 83 Let Senior Sister Go

Ye Xiaoyao's consciousness was blurred at this moment, acting entirely on instinct.

The Yang Qi raging within his body was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, breaching all the dams of his reason.

He only felt that the warm, soft body in his arms was the only source of coolness that could alleviate the burning pain consuming him.

His arms held Song Yu tightly like iron hoops, and no matter how she pushed, he refused to loosen his grip even slightly.

Song Yu's struggle was not intense.

For one, Ye Xiaoyao was holding her far too tightly, and she was afraid that using too much force might hurt him.

For another, deep down, she truly could not bear to be harsh with him.

She pressed both hands against his scorching chest, pushing in vain, her voice laced with anxiety and panic: "Junior Brother! Wake up! Wake up quickly! I am your Senior Sister, you cannot do this!"

She freed one hand, intending to pat Ye Xiaoyao's cheek, trying to use the sensation of pain to call back his consciousness.

However, the moment her hand was raised, Ye Xiaoyao suddenly lowered his head, his scorching lips accurately capturing her cherry lips.

"Mmph—!"

Song Yu shuddered, all her words were blocked back, and she only managed to let out a short, muffled groan.

She widened her eyes, looking in disbelief at Ye Xiaoyao's eyes so close to her own and his expression of both pain and intoxication.

This was her... first kiss.

She had never imagined that her first kiss would be stolen by this person under such circumstances, and in such a rough manner.

He was her Junior Brother, the Dao Companion of Junior Sister Chanxi and Shortened name for Fu Hongxue...

This realization caused a huge sense of absurdity and a trace of grievance to surge in her heart.

Her elegant brows furrowed tightly, and crystalline moisture instantly welled up in her eyes.

What should she do?

Push him away with force?

Or...

Her heart struggled violently.

If she pushed him away, he might be burned to death by the Yang Qi in his body.

If she didn't push him away, was she just going to let him... continue like this?

Time seemed to have frozen.

From her lips came a domineering and clumsy suckling kiss, carrying a scorching temperature that almost burned her.

She could clearly feel Ye Xiaoyao's body trembling; that was not lust.

In the end, that bit of benevolence belonging to a healer, along with her unconscious care for her Junior Brother, overcame all shame and hesitation.

Fine...

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes dampened by teardrops.

Just consider it... saving a life.

He was delirious right now and did not intend to be frivolous.

If she watched him die, how would she face their Revered Master in the future?

How would she face her two Junior Sisters?

And how would she face her own conscience?

"I hope you... will not forget your Senior Sister's help today in the future..."

She sighed silently in her heart.

Her tense body gradually relaxed.

The hands pressed against his chest also dropped powerlessly.

She stopped struggling, like a small boat that had given up resistance, allowing the surging tide to swallow her whole.

Sensing the compliance of the person in his arms, Ye Xiaoyao's movements became even more urgent and presumptuous.

His kisses became deeper, more lingering, carrying a greedy demand.

His restless palms wandered across her slender waist and back, then moved upward.

Covering the towering, soft peaks.

Then he stroked down along the firm, rounded curves.

"Mm..."

Song Yu could not help but let out a faint, delicate moan from the depths of her throat.

Her delicate body trembled involuntarily.

Her remaining reason still wanted to resist, but her body had betrayed her first.

Before she knew it, her arms had quietly wrapped around Ye Xiaoyao's neck, clumsily and awkwardly responding to this kiss that had left her heart in chaos.

The air in the bedroom seemed to have been ignited.

I do not know how much time passed, but when Song Yu's green-white dress, symbolizing her cold and ethereal nature, slid silently to the floor,

A jade-white, breathtakingly perfect body was revealed in the hazy light.

The towering snow-white peaks, the slender waist, the rounded and long jade legs...

Every curve was heart-stopping.

Song Yu kept her eyes tightly closed, her oval face with its baby fat flushed with an intoxicating crimson that spread all the way to her earlobes and neck.

Her beautiful lips were slightly parted.

When that last bit of covering left her body, she felt a chill.

Outside the window, the night was as thick as ink.

The originally bright full moon had hidden behind thick clouds at some point, as if it could not bear to peek at the suddenly heating, amorous scenery inside the room.

Time was passing quietly.

...

Two hours later.

Song Yu's voice, carrying a heavy nasal tone and a trace of resentment, sounded in Ye Xiaoyao's ear:

"Junior Brother... this is already the third time! You are still going?"

Ye Xiaoyao's consciousness recovered some clarity in the extreme catharsis.

Hearing this shy and coy complaint, he could not help but let out a low chuckle.

He leaned toward her reddened earlobe, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive skin:

"Senior Sister, you are so beautiful... I cannot help it! Can you... suffer a little more for me, Senior Sister?"

The warm, moist breath made Song Yu's whole body go soft; she twisted her body coyly and said in a muffled voice:

"Hmph, you only know how to be bad. Aren't you afraid of the Junior Sisters finding out? Let's see how you explain it then!"

Ye Xiaoyao chuckled wickedly:

"I cannot help it, Senior Sister. They... will understand."

Before he finished speaking, he had already lowered his head, once again exploring that land of gentleness that intoxicated him.

Song Yu had wanted to protest a few more times, but thinking that things had reached this point, any further restraint seemed hypocritical.

Besides...

She quietly opened a slit of her eyes, looking at Ye Xiaoyao's profile, which was exceptionally handsome due to his passion, and that bit of resistance in her heart turned into a helpless sigh.

She closed her eyes as if resigning herself to fate, relaxed her body, and let him continue his mischief.

Another unknown amount of time passed, perhaps two and a half hours?

Song Yu's voice already carried a sobbing tone, and she begged softly:

"Junior Brother... I beg you,

Please spare your Senior Sister!

Your Senior Sister is really... really about to

die, wuwu..."

Having been suppressed for two months, once an outlet was found, the problem had to be solved completely.

At this moment, although Ye Xiaoyao had regained most of his sobriety, the arrow was on the string.

Coupled with Song Yu's delicate, tear-stained, and submissive appearance, it was truly... difficult to hold back.

His apology deepened, and he could only vaguely soothe her:

"Almost there, Senior Sister,

Just endure it a little longer~..."

...

The next morning.

Sunlight filtered through the lattice windows, casting mottled shadows in the messy bedroom.

Ye Xiaoyao was still fast asleep, his brows carrying the peace of release.

Song Yu, however, had already woken up.

Enduring the strange and shameful soreness coming from all over her body, she sat up silently.

She looked at the messy clothes all over the floor, and her cheeks burned again.

Biting her red lips, she got out of bed on tiptoe.

She picked up the scattered green-white dress, dudou, and undergarments one by one, and with her back to the bed, she carefully put them on one by one.

She then smoothed out her somewhat messy hair and let it drape behind her shoulders.

After doing all this, she stood quietly by the window.

The center of her brows ached faintly; it was the aftereffect of her mind being overly tense last night.

The blush on her face had not yet completely faded, and her body seemed to still retain the sticky feeling of sweat, as well as...

That lingering scent belonging to him.

Rustling sounds came from behind, and Ye Xiaoyao also woke up.

He saw Song Yu standing by the window, her figure slender, her shoulders and back straight, yet inexplicably exuding a sense of desolation.

His heart tightened, and he quickly got up, putting on his robes in a few quick movements.

Walking behind Song Yu, he reached out and tentatively pulled her into his arms.

Song Yu's body stiffened slightly, but she did not push him away.

Ye Xiaoyao lowered his head, looking at the exquisite profile and lowered eyelashes of the person in his arms, his voice carrying sincere apology:

"Senior Sister... I am sorry! I was too rough, too much of a scoundrel,

If Senior Sister is still angry, just hit me; I will have no complaints."

Hearing this, Song Yu really turned around, raised her small fist, and punched his solid chest twice, not too hard and not too soft.

The force was soft; rather than a hit, it was more of a reproach.

"Hmph~"

She turned her face away, her voice muffled.

"Although... although the relationship has already become like this, I will remember that you bullied me.

Later, I will settle the score with you."

Ye Xiaoyao breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she was soft-hearted, and quickly apologized with a smile:

"Okay, okay! Whatever punishment you want to give me in the future is fine; I will have no objections."

Only then did Song Yu raise her eyes and look at him quietly.

Those eyes, which were always lively and gentle, were now filled with complex emotions.

There was shyness, confusion, and deep worry.

"But, Junior Brother..."

She said faintly, her voice somewhat drifting: "How can you let me... let me face Chanxi and Shortened name for Fu Hongxue now?

They are my Junior Sisters, and yet I am snuggled up with their Dao Companion. What face do I have to see them?"

After finishing, she sighed softly, that sigh filled with helplessness and self-loathing.

Ye Xiaoyao looked at her dim expression, and his pity for her deepened.

He tightened his arms, holding her tighter, his voice steady and powerful:

"Do not worry, Senior Sister! The fault for this matter lies entirely with me; I forced you, and you only did it to save me.

I will explain everything clearly to them, and I will bear all the consequences.

You do not need to blame yourself, and you certainly do not need to feel ashamed to face them."

Hearing this, Song Yu felt a little more at ease.

She could tell that Ye Xiaoyao was genuinely taking responsibility.

This sense of responsibility made her view of him, beyond the complexity, gain a bit more recognition.

At the very least, he was not the kind of coward who dared not take responsibility for his actions.

"This matter... is not entirely your fault."

Her voice lowered.

"If you want to blame someone, blame that defect of your Pure Yang Sacred Body.

I believe that if it weren't for the circumstances, you would never have done such a thing to me...

Since things have come to this, regrets are useless; we can only... only face it calmly."

Seeing her so reasonable, even comforting him in turn, Ye Xiaoyao was moved.

He gazed at Song Yu's profile, which was glowing with a soft light, still bearing the traces of last night's passion, adding to her charm.

A thought popped up involuntarily, and almost without thinking, he blurted out the question:

"Senior Sister, are you willing to... be my Dao Companion?"