After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 42

The slender, soft body instantly plunged into her arms, like a frightened little fish.

Chu Zhao’s chest pressed tightly against hers, her heartbeat anxious and soft, she choked, “Zhi Zhi, A’Chu did something bad…”

The snow-white, delicate neck was wrapped around her neck, and fresh liquid surged beneath the skin, scorching and sweet.

Not to mention the fragility of the waist; just a slight grip, and the flesh and bone would separate.

The fine movement of the throat bone could be seen on the woman’s pale neck.

Chu Zhao was alarmed and uneasy, yet she realized the person holding her rested her chin on the top of her head, her voice tender, like the gentle spring water, “Zhao Zhao, don’t be afraid.”

“What did Zhao Zhao do wrong? I really don’t know.”

The other’s arm tightened around her waist, her breath like orchid fragrance, making Chu Zhao’s head somewhat muddled. She slightly opened her eyes and backed away a little from the person in front of her.

She felt that… Si Jing seemed a little different from before.

But facing those familiar, pure eyes, she didn’t think much and instinctively felt a sense of relying on her, full of grievances.

“Just now, a bad person came to steal my sword, and a lot of blood was shed, and they died…” She pointed to the blood-stained sword not far away, her eyelids slightly red.

“It wasn’t A’Chu, A’Chu didn’t want to kill anyone.”

After saying this, she looked at the woman in front of her with anticipation, hoping to find some comfort and reassurance in the other’s eyes.

But her heart was pounding, and she bit her lip, looking away.

Would Si Jing believe her?

Her cheek was suddenly cupped, and a delicate fingertip caressed Chu Zhao’s cheek with pity.

She whimpered softly, because the snow-clad woman who leaned in embraced her earlobe with her lips, savoring it with a sigh, “I believe you.”

The woman’s sleeves fluttered in the wind, and the scarlet blood splattered on the inner garment was shocking. She nonchalantly hid it, her outer appearance still ethereal and clean.

She raised her hand, covering Chu Zhao’s gaze that had turned back to her, and smiled, “They were the ones who harbored evil thoughts first, what does that have to do with Zhao Zhao?”

“As long as you want,” she lowered her eyes and leaned close to Chu Zhao’s ear, “What’s the harm in crushing them to ashes?”

Chu Zhao’s shoulders trembled, and she raised her eyes in disbelief, meeting the soft and alluring eyes of the other, momentarily losing her focus.

But the woman did not allow her to resist, she leaned down and kissed her eyebrows and eyes, her thin lips holding mist, cold, yet like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

Mist rose all around, and Chu Zhao was kissed until a thin layer of sweat broke out all over her body. She wanted to retreat but was firmly held in the other’s embrace by their arm.

In her trance, she opened her eyes and met a pair of crimson eyes like plums dotted in the snow, feeling a sense of familiarity.

It seemed she had seen them in a dream.

But being in a mist where she couldn’t see her own fingers, her thoughts were temporarily sluggish, only feeling that something, like quicksand, could no longer be grasped.

She forgot who was setting up the stall for the trial just now, forgot who paid for her inn and meals.

Forgot… who gave her the ice bangle and ice ring on her hand.

The white mist around gradually became tinged with crimson. The beautiful woman released her, her fingertip stroked her wet lower lip that had been ravaged, she lightly hooked her lip and retreated a few steps backward.

Yet, she stretched out her hand toward her and called, “Zhao Zhao.”

Chu Zhao rushed over in a panic, just like in the marketplace last night, grasping the other’s hand, “Zhi Zhi, don’t go.”

Don’t leave her alone here.

She, she only remembers Si Jing.

…

The beautiful woman was almost absolutely compliant with her, holding her hand and wandering aimlessly through the North State market, being considerate and warm.

Seeing that she liked jade and pearl jewelry that sparkled in the sunlight, she adorned her wrists and ankles with them and also filled an entire storage ring, giving them to her to play with;

As the sun set and she grew hungry from walking, they went to the most magnificent restaurant and ordered a table full of food. Yet, the woman only poured a small amount of wine for herself, propping her chin and staring at her with a gentle smile for a long time;

Late at night, a thick mist enveloped the shallow lake, and Chu Zhao went to release floating lanterns, the bell on her wrist jingling softly.

She looked back and saw that ethereal figure holding a luminous bead, her eyes slightly dark, with a faint smile on her lips as she looked back.

There was no one else around, and Chu Zhao felt intensely lonely, so she quietly ran back and squeezed into the woman’s arms, “What are you looking at?”

The beautiful woman’s face was still exquisite and jade-like in the night, in the blood mist, her face was like snow, her eyes held a blood mist, gentle and full of affection.

“I’m looking at… the person my heart yearns for, Zhao Zhao, do you want to see too?”

In her hand was a memory pearl, reflecting a faint light, with many fragmented images vaguely flowing within it.

Chu Zhao felt like she had swallowed a belly full of unripe green plums, her throat was sour, subtly conveying to her nose and eyes, “You are my wife!”

She absolutely didn’t want Si Jing to like anyone else, and she wouldn’t allow her to have a person her heart yearns for.

The woman chuckled at her words.

Looking at Chu Zhao in her arms, who was wrinkling her face in grievance, tightly clutching her clothes, seemingly about to burst into tears, she lifted her sleeve to cover her eyes, and with the other hand, she activated the memory pearl, “Then, do you want to take a look?”

She raised her head, looking at a crescent moon in the blood mist that seemed to be dripping crimson blood. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but then pulled her fingers back as if burned, only staring at it distantly in a daze.

“My heart has yearned for her for several years.”

One year in the mortal world is ten thousand years in the Demon Realm.

Chu Zhao was disappointed and anxious, she snatched the memory pearl from the woman’s palm, her eyes wide, as if trying to stare a hole into the person inside.

She did indeed see a woman’s figure.

Dressed in a scarlet dress like her, with a cinnabar spot between her brows, her appearance was extremely beautiful, as bright as morning glow. Her alluring color did not make her appear common; with every smile and every glance, raising her eyes and opening her lips, she actually possessed an unrestrained and ethereal demeanor.

She saw how powerful the woman was, with a sword permeated with crimson intent in her hand, standing alone outside the sticky, chaotic Sword Tomb. With just a light flick, sword light scattered, cutting down all the vicious demonic energy.

She heard the adulation from the unarmed mortals under her protection, calling her “Immortal Venerable.”

The woman lightly waved her hand, her voice brisk, “Hey, you’ve got the wrong person.”

The other party occasionally enjoyed a nap in the afternoon.

The spring light was just right, and the woman was immersed in the mountain water pool where there was no wind or snow at the time, surrounded by steam. Without shame, she was completely naked, swimming in the clear water.

Spotting someone recording her with a memory pearl, in the blink of an eye she swam to the shore.

A shimmering fishtail extended out of the water, so bright it was hard for people to look directly at it, she took her time, “Peeking at me?”

The image shook violently, the water waves constantly, as if it had fallen into the pool.

In the midst of the upheaval, Chu Zhao heard the melodious voice of the scarlet-clad woman, laughing clearly, “What? Are you planning to overstep your bounds again?”

Although the sound recorded by the memory pearl stopped abruptly, she also briefly heard the sounds of entanglement that made her ears hot and her heart pound.

Her cheeks were burning red, Chu Zhao bit her lower lip over and over, resentfully glaring at the snow-robed woman holding her, “You are shameless!”

Her heart was aching. She was also a fish demon, with a beautiful tail, so why couldn’t she be the one Si Jing’s heart yearned for?

She only regretted not having met Si Jing earlier, much earlier, otherwise, the person in the memory pearl would be her.

The woman hugged her, leaning her body into the mist, scoffing silently, only pushing the memory pearl back in front of her.

The night was tangled, the blood moon hung high, and there was silence all around. Chu Zhao stared blankly.

In the luminous jade bead, she caught sight of her own face.

The image of her being stripped of her scarlet dress, her face flushed, teeth marks on her neck, sobbing and struggling; the image of her being bullied in the clear Mirror Lake of her Sea of Consciousness; the image of her wrists being tied with red silk in the water pool.

They were only fragmented images, yet they made her face burn.

The woman’s lips always held a smile, just staring at her like this. The person with clear and cold features didn’t show any shame at all.

Chu Zhao looked at her in embarrassment, feeling like she was being roasted over a fire, she quickly covered her face, “Zhi Zhi is so bad!”

She had no idea that the scenes from their previous intimacy had all been recorded.

Isn’t Si Jing a cold-hearted Immortal Cultivator? How could she be like this!

Yet, she couldn’t suppress her curiosity, she secretly opened a gap between her fingers, peeking at the memory pearl.

The scene inside the jade bead was still changing.

It recorded her rosy cheeks when she was given the wrist-bangle today, her pinkish finger bones when she was grabbing peanuts, and… her snow-white calves faintly visible beneath her scarlet dress when she was releasing the lanterns.

“You, you…” Chu Zhao puffed up her cheeks in anger.

The wife recorded her so ugly! Why didn’t she photograph her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but instead chose to photograph those obscure corners!

She tossed the memory pearl aside, wanting to protest.

But she didn’t notice that the woman’s gaze drifted over her throat bone moving as she spoke, the bells on her wrist-bangle jingling lightly with her movements.

Finally, her gaze stopped at that slightly opening and closing pink lip.

Her eyes slightly dimmed, still smiling gently, but she lowered her lashes, silently and hungrily wetting her throat.

As the shy and annoyed girl lunged toward her, she pretended to be unintentional and gently pecked at that softness which she had coveted for a long time.

The little fish seemed not to react, letting her kiss her in a daze, then suddenly began to struggle, whimpering and crying, treating her embrace as a pool of water, vigorously floundering and kicking.

Her voice, which sounded like scratching at her heart, contained a sense of grievance and moisture, “You bully me! Since you already have someone your heart yearns for, why do you still come to provoke A’Chu?”

The blood mist gathered in the woman’s eyes, but her voice was extremely gentle, almost seductive, “The person my heart yearns for is only one. She is hidden inside the memory pearl.”

It’s a pity that her time of lucidity is too short, only leaving behind such rare images.

Even her reunion with the girl today can only be fully seen in the mist, like a fleeting dream, dissipating into nothingness when the mist clears.

Chu Zhao felt the other’s kiss deepen, demanding more from her, making it difficult for her to cope, her breathing labored.

But there were clearly two people in the memory pearl.

Zhi Zhi was lying to her. Which one did Zhi Zhi truly like? She was bound in a marriage contract with her, yet she was thinking about someone else.

She thought darkly, but the soft lips and tongue of the person in front of her pried open her teeth. Unbeknownst to her, she had already been stripped of her outer robe and pressed down beneath her.

A chill ran through her body, above her was the thick mist, and the crescent moon was stained with crimson. The night wind blew, pushing the lantern she had just released further away, only the sound of water rippling could be heard.

She was trembling and ashamed, her eyes filled with a layer of moisture, she shook her head vigorously, “No, not here, someone will see…”

“Doesn’t Zhao Zhao like it?” The woman gently pecked her lips with a look of possessive tenderness in her eyes, mixed with a hint of frenzy. “There is only us two here.”

This blood mist domain was created by her solely for Chu Zhao.

As long as the girl didn’t notice, they could remain intertwined here forever, with time never advancing.

However, Chu Zhao was not obedient. As she struggled, the scattered fish-shaped jade pendant hanging from her waist emitted a faint light.

The woman noticed it, quickly suppressing the confused look on her face, and tightly clenched the ominous blood jade in her palm, not concealing her disgust.

She recognized it; this thing came from…

She was about to destroy it, but as her fingers tightened, she heard a sincere plea from the depths of the little fish’s heart.

“When will Zhi Zhi like me?”

“I wish I could get married to Zhi Zhi in a cave dwelling.”

“Zhi Zhi…”

Si Jing, Zhi Zhi.

The girl’s heart was entirely filled with that aloof and indifferent person.

The woman suddenly laughed out loud, her shoulders shaking, her ink-black hair scattered, obscuring her desolate and manic expression.

A thousand holes in her chest, as if a hundred ants were gnawing at her heart. She raised her hand, wiping away the wet streaks overflowing from her eyes, lowered her head to look, and her palm was already a patch of crimson.

Since she fell into the demonic path, it had been a long time since she had shed tears of blood.

Then what did her long period of dormancy, her bitter anticipation, and her fantasies of how Chu Zhao would react upon seeing her, amount to?

Chu Zhao suddenly felt a chill on her neck, being tightly strangled by icy cold fingers, struggling to breathe. She coughed softly, struggling futilely, only able to hear the light jingle of the bells on her wrist.

The crisp sound drifted further and further away from her, yet she saw the pale face of the woman in front of her streaming with bloody tears, gazing down at her with a dazed look.

She managed to cup the woman’s face, speaking haltingly: “Zhi, Zhi Zhi… Does it, hurt?”

It must be very painful for humans to bleed.

The woman’s grip loosened slightly, a ripple seemed to pass through her eyes, leaving her stunned and lost.

Chu Zhao wiped away the sticky crimson marks on her face, wrapped her arms around the woman’s neck, and kissed her, “A kiss, and… and it won’t hurt anymore.”

The blood mist surged like a tide, enveloping the snow-white figure. The woman lowered her long lashes, curving her lips sorrowfully, and helplessly withdrew her hand into her sleeve.

She cupped the soft cheeks of the person in her arms, pressing her lips onto hers, but only rubbed them lightly in affection.

Even at this moment, the girl’s tenderness was not meant for her, yet she was willing.

Was she truly willing?

The woman smiled tragically, her fingers turning white, unable to suppress the murderous rage surging from her empty chest.

Chu Zhao’s lip stung, bitten without mercy.

“Zhi Zhi…?” She whimpered in pain, blindly reaching out and grabbing the woman’s sleeve.

But she couldn’t feel the familiar lotus leaf embroidery.

Her heart skipped a beat. She opened her eyes in panic and looked. The woman’s robes had been soaked by the blood mist at some point, no longer looking ethereal, and demonic patterns faintly appeared in her eyes.

The woman’s lips were stained with her blood, unusually alluring, she leaned close to her ear and spoke softly, “Zhao Zhao, did you recognize the wrong person?”

“My name is Gui Ji. Not… Si Jing.”

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