After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 40

Xiao Wan lied to her!

Chu Zhao bit her lip, hiding to the side, not wanting to be caught and dragged back to the inn by the unromantic ice-block beauty.

Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from secretly glancing over a few more times.

In the night market, the crisscrossing lights made it feel like daytime, but Si Jing seemed isolated from the surrounding hubbub.

Ethereal and refined, she was like a clear moon, reflecting everything but unable to step into the mortal world.

It was as if she saw the scenes from the quiet sleeping chamber of the past.

The woman sat before the table, carefully wiping her sword, silently drawing talismans, sleeping to the sound of snow, lonely and unspeakably solitary.

Before the table had a small porcelain tank on it, or before she met her, was this how Zhi Zhi endured every night?

Chu Zhao felt a chilling, numb sensation flow through her heart.

She stomped her foot, silently cursing the desolation of Yu Lu Peak, yet a faint anticipation also rose, fantasizing about what it would be like to take Si Jing back to her cave dwelling.

She definitely wouldn’t let the beauty spend her days in solitude! Just serving her every night would be fine.

Si Jing poured and drank for herself, tilting her head back to finish the wine, her fair fingers wiping the moisture from her lips.

She… couldn’t taste the flavor of the wine.

It just felt like swallowing ice and drinking snow, but in the end, a warmth she couldn’t control flowed down her lungs and spread throughout her body.

Her mind seemed to plummet into a thin mist. A timid, blushing red suddenly entered her peripheral vision, but when she turned her head to look, it was just some pedestrians whose faces she couldn’t clearly remember, jostling about in disorder.

Si Jing didn’t know what was wrong with her.

It started with tea, then wine. Silently watching the people gathering and dispersing like flowing water, she unknowingly drank a lot.

But she wasn’t like ordinary people, nor did she enjoy drinking for pleasure like her Master.

She could easily forget anyone or anything, but that little red fish who disturbed her tranquility was hard to erase, no matter how much wine she drank.

It was like the two characters “Chu Zhao” she unintentionally wrote on paper that night.

Now, the brushstrokes had melted, becoming a brand, imprinted on the emptiness of her heart.

After the little fish left, she actually stood by that window for a long time, feeling a sense of cold neglect at being abandoned.

The ice bracelet and ice ring, originally intended to restrain Chu Zhao, had instead become a constraint on herself tonight. Whenever she thought of it and looked down, they never lit up as she wished, indicating Chu Zhao’s location.

The little fish resented her lack of romance but was also extremely pleased with the occasional tenderness she showed.

The little fish admired many “wives” and was greedy for beauty; she was merely one of them.

But Si Jing had never kept a delicate little fish willing to curl up in her palm.

Consequently, while she occasionally indulged her, a base desire often arose to confine the little fish in her palm, forbidding anyone else from even a glimpse.

She remembered during the day, the little fish leaning in her arms, shyly asking if she was “jealous.”

And when she didn’t get the answer she wanted, her eyes swam with emotion, and she was instantly annoyed enough to escape her embrace.

A pot of fragrant vinegar was displayed on the table.

…She bought it.

But she still didn’t understand what it meant.

The shopkeeper was kind enough to ask her a few concerned questions, and before long, also presented a plate of small, round, steaming dumplings, saying that this was better.

Si Jing didn’t like human food and had set them aside; now, they were somewhat cold.

The wine was finished, and she took a new cup.

Although her organs were warmed by the wine, a feeling of cold desolation arose in her.

If she followed what the little red fish said, and ate the vinegar, would the other party… come back?

Her snowy sleeve rose high, covering the woman’s indifferent expression. Her pale lips touched the porcelain cup, and she took a sip; a sour sensation instantly swept across her tongue.

She frowned, her eyes lowered, a bruised wetness welling up within them.

So, this was the taste.

Si Jing silently sipped.

Unbeknownst to her, her neck had become flushed, her clear demeanor gradually became blurry, and her actions slowly slipped out of control.

…She seemed to be a little drunk.

Her vision was blurred by a thin, misty haze. When she lowered her head to look, she suddenly noticed a hand with light pink finger bones reaching into the plate of already cold dumplings.

The hand hastily grabbed a few, hiding them under the table.

Seeing that Si Jing was silent and seemed unaware, a pair of rosy, jade-like eyes peeked out from the other end of the table.

Her soft hair was messy, her snow-like cheeks were puffed out, and while curiously chewing the dumplings, she tilted her head to look at her.

Soon, she noticed the wine cup tightly clutched in Si Jing’s palm. The girl crawled out from under the table to her lap, her voice like pearls dropping onto a plate, “Zhi Zhi, A Chu wants to drink too!”

Chu Zhao straightened up, first sniffing the white jade-like, warm and rosy side of Si Jing’s neck, inhaling a mix of wine and clear, cold air, which made her a little dizzy.

Then, she leaned close to Si Jing’s moist, pale lips and suddenly stuck out her soft, tender tongue to lick a bit.

Immediately, she scrunched up her eyebrows, making “Pui pui” sounds, distressed, “It’s sour!”

Her waist was suddenly embraced by a slender hand.

Amidst the hazy atmosphere of the street market’s alternating lights and shadows, Chu Zhao plunged into the eyes of the beauty in the snowy daoist robe before her.

The woman’s cheek was flushed with a wine-induced pink, her appearance was still clear, but her expression was misty, and her voice was soft and gentle like melting snow, holding a slightly suppressed, extremely faint ripple.

“I have already eaten the vinegar.”

“Zhao Zhao, did you see?”

Chu Zhao thought, Si Jing must be drunk.

Yet, she couldn’t help but feel a rush of dizziness, utterly charmed by the beauty who had melted into cotton candy.

But, could drinking vinegar make one drunk?

The beauty obediently allowed herself to be maneuvered. Whatever she said, Si Jing nodded slightly. After Chu Zhao paid the bill, she quickly grabbed the other party’s delicate, slightly calloused hand, intending to leave in a hurry.

The crowd retreated like a tide, all for the upcoming Sword Trial Convention. Once they entered the Kunlun Void realm, they had to follow the statutes of quiet cultivation. Hence, tonight, the Northern Market outside the sect was boisterous with gongs and drums, filled with unrestrained laughter and conversation.

Chu Zhao, however, completely lost interest in all that.

She urgently wanted to return to the inn, practice the cultivation methods in the storage ring full of storybooks she bought, and spend a passionate night with Si Jing.

The stall was not far from their inn, but she had a terrible memory. After anxiously circling a few times, she still couldn’t find it.

Her waist was suddenly embraced by the snow-robed woman beside her, drawing her into her arms.

Stepping onto her sword, the cold blue sword light flashed, and the surrounding scenery flew past. In a few breaths, they arrived at a familiar place.

Si Jing performed a spell to dismiss the direction-finding feather, her gaze still hazy like a water-soaked peach petal, not entirely clear.

The reticent person who rarely showed affection to her was willing to lean on her tonight, calling out in a soft, low voice: “Zhao Zhao.”

“…Zhao Zhao.”

Chu Zhao’s ears felt hot.

After they went upstairs, she quickly closed the inn room door, then wrapped her arms around the slender waist of the other party, standing on her tiptoes to peck the beauty’s lips.

The “wife” provoked her first!

Despite being drunk, Si Jing didn’t lose ground. She lowered her body slightly, and in the soft entanglement, she took away Chu Zhao’s dominance.

Chu Zhao’s chest heaved as she grasped the corner of the woman’s clothes.

In the darkness, she somehow found herself being held on the other party’s lap, trapped between the table and the soft, slender body, with no escape.

She bit the tip of Si Jing’s tongue, which was scented with wine, and frantically tried to pull away.

Suddenly remembering something, she tried to take off the storage ring on her little finger, hoping to secretly read some secret manuals to turn the tide.

But no matter how she fiddled with it, the storage ring didn’t light up. Only then did she remember she had forgotten to ask the fox spirit how to activate the ring.

Chu Zhao shook her head in annoyance. In an unguarded moment, she was lightly pecked on the lips again by the beauty in front of her, her face filled with the scent of wine.

“This is… what thing?” Si Jing’s voice held a hint of confusion.

In the dim light, her finger bones were pink from desire, but due to her lifelong cultivation, she easily took the storage ring and examined it carefully in her palm.

Chu Zhao was guilty and shy. She kicked her legs and reached out to grab it, “Give it back to me!”

She absolutely couldn’t let the beauty read the dual cultivation manual and then bully her again!

Si Jing, however, did not reply.

Chu Zhao watched as the woman suddenly pursed her lips, her dark hair hanging low, obscuring her expression.

Looking displeased, she tightly gripped the not-so-delicate, rough ring in her palm, clenching her fingers.

Chu Zhao thought she heard a crisp clinking sound of metal.

Chu Zhao’s heart ached intensely, and her eyes turned red with panic as she resisted, “Bad ‘wife’! Don’t break it, that’s my treasure!”

Si Jing’s mood slightly softened, and her grip loosened a little, but only because she noticed the flush at Chu Zhao’s eyes.

In the dim light, she turned her head, subtly biting her lip, her expression indifferent. She tossed the ring far away.

With a jingle, the ring rolled into the dust, completely out of sight.

Chu Zhao’s gaze followed it, wanting to retrieve it, but she was firmly trapped in the embrace.

She was so angry that she instantly went to bite the hand that the woman had used to misbehave. But before she could make trouble, her chin was lifted by a delicate palm.

Si Jing lowered her eyes. A ball of water mist gathered in her palm, and she meticulously washed Chu Zhao’s hand, the one that had worn the ring, inside and out.

Having finished this, a faint blush rose at the back of the woman’s neck.

She seemed a little shy, and in her drunkenness, she forgot to conceal it, her dense, long lashes casting light shadows on her cheek.

She slowly slipped off the ice ring from her own little finger and slid it onto Chu Zhao’s finger.

“I’ll give mine… to Zhao Zhao as compensation.” She whispered softly, “Is that alright?”

Saying this, she even lifted Chu Zhao’s hand and pecked the curled fingertip.

Her demeanor was utterly docile.

Chu Zhao felt lightheaded.

She raised her hand to examine the ring, which was identical to the ice bracelet. It shimmered coldly in the dim moonlight, unlit by candles, looking even more beautiful than the treasures in her cave dwelling.

The “wife” gave her another gift.

Her heart felt warm and went thump-thump, but before she could thank her, Si Jing followed her hand with a series of gentle, minute kisses, gradually extending to her wrist.

In the darkness, the peach-blossom eyes were soaked with moisture, a blend of clear coolness and spring tide, like a piece of high-quality cold jade falling into a gurgling, gentle spring.

While Chu Zhao was lost in thought, the beauty embraced the back of her head, sealing her lips with a kiss, which seeped in with endless, delicate affection.

Gasping for breath, her whole body quickly heated up.

She also tasted the wine breath on the woman’s lips and teeth, seemingly outlined with the lotus fragrance she liked.

It wasn’t unpleasant; instead, it made her head spin, the intoxication going right to her head.

Chu Zhao had never tasted wine.

Her thoughts became a tangled mess. She couldn’t understand why Zhi Zhi seemed so dense and aloof during the day, yet turned into this other person who made her shy and flustered at night.

Was it all because she was drunk?

She didn’t want Zhi Zhi to only remember and be intimate with her when she was hazy.

If Si Jing, while sober, could also speak in such a gentle, soft voice, willingly let her affectionately hold her hand, and wasn’t afraid of others knowing of her existence, she wouldn’t have to hide in the water tank or her clothes.

Feeling a little wronged at the thought, and realizing she was being vaguely led to the edge of the bed again, Chu Zhao let out a few whimpers, trying to push away the beauty in front of her.

She found strength from somewhere, or perhaps the other party was too dazed from drunkenness. After wildly struggling free, she actually managed to pin Si Jing down onto the bed.

Her lips were already kissed crimson, but both shy and annoyed, she moved to untie the beauty’s sash, stripping away the clean, dustless outer robe. “I’m the one who’s supposed to bully you!”

Si Jing’s dark hair spilled out like water. Her long lashes were half-lowered, and her voice was still tender and yielding, “…I will obey whatever Zhao Zhao wishes.”

Chu Zhao suddenly felt a little guilty. Looking at the woman’s exposed, lovely, and graceful figure, she didn’t know where to start.

She could only ask softly again, “You’ll obey me in everything?”

“Everything.” The other party was exceptionally compliant tonight.

“Then teach me,” Chu Zhao, like a little fish anxiously swimming outside a tightly shut clamshell, leaned over her, half-understanding, and rubbed her cheek against her, her eyes bewildered.

She didn’t know how to make her “wife” as comfortable as she herself had been before.

But she only managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of restraint in the eyes of the beauty beneath her.

Chu Zhao’s shoulder abruptly trembled. She was confined by a warm, slender hand. Her cheeks instantly flushed pink, and she let out a sob.

Her body was terribly soft. She barely managed to keep her fish tail from showing, fearing Si Jing would take advantage, and tried to scramble away. “…You lied to the demon! You said, you said you would obey me.”

“I am teaching Zhao Zhao.” While doing what she was doing, the woman beneath her remained like an immortal exiled from jade and snow, only the side of her neck slightly pink, her voice a little softer.

“Zhao Zhao, have you learned?”

Chu Zhao couldn’t hear what the bad “wife” was saying.

She bit onto the snowy corner of the person’s clothes in front of her, her whole body soft like a drop of water dissolving into a quagmire.

Trembling all over, she ultimately didn’t learn anything.

Instead, she heard Si Jing holding her earlobe, her voice like melting snow, warming her ear.

She gently asked what was flowing into her palm.

Disoriented from the intensity, she bit her lip, lost in thought, and whimpered an answer, “…It’s, it’s a little fish.”

If only she were in a pool right now.

Then she could hatch the little fish eggs with Zhi Zhi.

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