After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 68

The smoke from the incense burner curled up faintly, and the surrounding area was quiet for a moment.

The girl beneath her lowered her long lashes, a thin layer of pink flush coloring the corners of her eyes, but her lips curled up. “Zhaozhao doesn’t understand… what were you doing with me just now?”

A cold hand stroked Chu Zhao’s neck, giving her an inexplicable sense of being bound by a raw, cold rope.

She shook her head, wanting to escape, but her whole body was terribly soft. Her waist was embraced, and the sensitive scales beneath her clothes were unbearably numb from the seemingly absent-minded stroking.

“…Don’t touch!” Chu Zhao’s voice was already tinged with moisture, but the more she struggled, the deeper she sank into the mire.

“Zhaozhao used to love it here very much,” Si Jing enclosed the little fish’s pale pink earlobe with her mouth. “Yingzhi still remembers, if I rub this spot, Zhaozhao would tremble.”

Chu Zhao, angered, bit down on Si Jing’s pink lips, feeling shameful and wronged.

A muffled groan came from between their lips. The girl seemed even more excited. Using the faint scent of blood between their teeth, she became unrestrained, pressing against Chu Zhao’s back and kissing her even more deeply.

If they kissed any further, would they form a bond?

She didn’t want to marry this bad girl!

Chu Zhao’s mind was in turmoil. She pushed against the other’s shoulders, dizzy and faint, and slipped away through a narrow gap.

Just as she was about to lift the curtain, a cold, slick fingerbone gripped her ankle.

Si Jing’s ink-like hair, like satin, was already disheveled. Her eyes were lowered, and her lips still bore the marks of Chu Zhao’s bite. The crimson stain on her cold and clear face was a little alluring and mesmerizing.

“Zhaozhao… who are you going to find again?” she opened her lips mournfully.

Chu Zhao struggled hard, but could only watch helplessly as the curtain drifted further and further away. She was dragged back by the girl and confined once more in her embrace.

She heard a water-misty voice brush past her ear, “Did Yingzhi not please Zhaozhao?”

A chilling fingerbone, which made her tremble, slipped beneath her garment. She shivered and saw the slender, elongated trail of moisture.

“But Zhaozhao clearly likes it very much,” Si Jing kissed her earlobe. “…Are these little fish eggs?”

Chu Zhao turned her head away, but her face was gently lifted up and she was kissed again.

She bit the other’s fingers, which were like cold jade, and whimpered, “Bad person! Ah Chu doesn’t want to have little fish with you!”

There was a long period of silence behind her, and not long after, a soft laugh was heard.

“Naturally, I should listen to Zhaozhao,” Si Jing, completely disregarding her bleeding hand, only stroked Chu Zhao’s lips with pity.

“But now, Zhaozhao is so uncomfortable. Don’t you want to taste… the feeling of comfort with Yingzhi?”

Indeed, there was a hot current surging within her body, like tiny insects crawling densely, drilling all the way into her heart.

But when the soft and cool lips covered hers, the scorching heat turned into a warm current, flowing into her limbs and bones.

Chu Zhao fell into a quagmire. She still wanted to push, but tiny kisses fell upon her fingers.

She opened her eyes blankly and caught sight of a pair of peach blossom eyes.

The crimson, moistened with mist, had a fleeting sense of tenderness, yet hid a panic, as if fearing she might suddenly vanish.

Why… why was she so afraid of her leaving?

She had only met the person in front of her a few times.

Chu Zhao couldn’t understand Si Jing’s thoughts. Her cheeks were flushed, and her whole body was taut, about to fall into the vague, ethereal white.

“Is Zhaozhao comfortable?” The girl actually had the mind to ask.

Chu Zhao, with a dampness at the corners of her eyes, bit Si Jing’s sleeve and shook her head weakly.

Si Jing cradled her cheek, lost in thought for a moment, and then began to smile faintly.

As the tide of passion reached its peak, the girl’s chest pressed against hers.

Although soft, it was cold and empty.

Yet, because of Chu Zhao’s current anxious heartbeat, it was gradually filled and overflowed, gaining a normal temperature.

Outside the curtain, white smoke billowed, blurring into a vague silhouette.

Chu Zhao’s eyelids felt heavy, and discomfort and shyness surged up. She still wanted to bite the girl on top of her, but she had no strength.

She could only say softly, “Bad person! It wasn’t comfortable at all…”

“Then shall we do it again?” Si Jing asked with a curved lip.

Watching the little fish in her arms fearfully curl up into a ball, eyes wide and on guard, the blood mist in Si Jing’s eyes unusually melted into a soft glow.

After Chu Zhao was so exhausted that her eyelids drooped and she fell asleep soundly in her arms, Si Jing lingered for a while, reluctantly, before putting on a thin robe and lifting the curtain to leave.

She casually conjured a streak of demonic energy, extinguishing the nameless incense in the burner.

The sound of Gui Ji’s laughter rang in her ear, “Ah Jing, how did it feel to be with Zhaozhao like that?”

Si Jing pursed her lips and did not answer.

Her voice turned cold, “Does this incense really make Zhaozhao gradually recall the past?”

“Not only that,” Gui Ji replied. “Ah Jing, try it again. Perhaps it can make Zhaozhao never be able to leave you.”

A cool, soft laugh continued intermittently in her ear. The demon formed from blood mist spoke vaguely, what she said being half-truth and half-lie.

Si Jing lightly closed her eyes, a subtle distaste rising in her heart.

She knew that Gui Ji had been observing everything that just happened.

After eliminating Luo Yu, then…

“Ah Jing wants to kill me again?” Gui Ji was not annoyed. It seemed she had read her thoughts again.

“But, it also depends on whether Zhaozhao will allow you to kill me.”

“According to our agreement, Ah Jing.” A strand of blood mist escaped from her chest, condensing into a dark-robed, enchanting girl who curved her lips at Si Jing.

“It’s time for me to take control of this body.”

When Chu Zhao woke up, she had been changed into a brand new dress, and the sticky feeling from before she fell asleep was gone.

She seemed to have slept for a long time, and there was no one beside her. Lifting the curtain and looking outside, there were actually several maidservants, who looked very much like the fish-dragon maidservants from her Shaking Light Lake, standing in the distance.

Could she have returned to Shaking Light Lake?

Chu Zhao stepped off the bed with bare feet, walked up to the fish-dragon attendants, and asked, “What time is it now? Where is Huailang?”

The maidservants still called her Adult Zhaozhao, but they stammered and equivocated when responding to her questions.

They could only mechanically ask her, “Do you want to eat mealworms?” or “Do you want to take a warm bath?” They didn’t even know who Huailang was.

The more Chu Zhao looked, the stranger she felt. She peered closely and saw a mist seemed to surround the maidservants’ faces, making them indistinct.

She was terribly frightened, forcefully pushed aside the few people crowding her, and fled the spot.

Only after pushing the door open did she realize that the place she was in was not Shaking Light Lake at all, but clearly a pitch-black, lightless palace chamber.

A woman in a black outer robe with scarlet embroidery had her back to her. In front of her were hundreds of terrifying demons formed by demonic energy, all trembling with fear and prostrate on the ground.

Chu Zhao wanted to escape in panic, but in the environment where a pin drop could be heard, the sound of her walking was especially noticeable.

The woman turned around, taking her figure into her peach blossom eyes.

She smiled with curved lips and extended a pale hand toward her, “Zhaozhao is awake? The ground is cold, come into my arms.”

Chu Zhao’s waist felt a sudden ache, and she retreated in confusion.

However, the way she came was quickly filled with mist, and her back actually leaned against a cold wall.

Gui Ji slowly walked towards her. In the process, a demon hesitated and spoke, “Demon Venerable…”

“Are you the Mushroom Venerable?” Chu Zhao tilted her head to look at her, asking cautiously.

Was she a demon who was the venerable one among mushrooms? She had eaten grilled mushrooms, so this woman must taste good.

She regretted not having savored the taste of the other’s lips more just now.

Her figure was already enveloped by the woman in the dark robe. The other party lowered her eyes, looking at her with interest.

Seeming to be amused by her, her crimson lips curved up, and her pale hand gently stroked her cheek.

Before Chu Zhao could say much, she was lifted into a bridal carry.

The feeling of being tormented rushed over her, and she struggled abruptly.

Although she didn’t know why Si Jing had changed her clothes and become the Mushroom Venerable, the other party had bullied her so much last night that she couldn’t even climb out of bed. She was a bad woman.

Gui Ji raised her hand. The demons exchanged glances for a moment, and their bloody, hollow eyes were filled with fear.

Looking at the two overlapping figures obscured by the blood-red curtain, unsure if they were looking at Gui Ji or Chu Zhao, they quickly retreated like a tide.

“Zhaozhao, are you in a hurry to find me here because you still want to taste the flavor from last night?” Gui Ji brushed away the fine hair next to Chu Zhao’s cheek, wearing a slight smile, and spoke in a soft voice.

Chu Zhao felt that the person in front of her was somehow different.

She seemed more indulgent toward her, but the deep crimson in her eyes was also deeper, and her voice made her bones tingle.

The woman guided her fingers to gradually touch her full lips, and then leaned closer, “Kiss… here?”

Chu Zhao’s face flushed, and she retreated, but behind her was the blood mist that had surged up at some point, enveloping her body.

She closed her eyes in a hurry, and her lips touched a softness.

It was still cold, but after rubbing and entwining, a silk-like warmth arose.

Every subtle movement of the other party seemed to be intimately familiar with her sensitive spots, leaving her helpless and gasping continuously.

“Zhaozhao, did you like last night or now?” Gui Ji pressed against the girl’s flushed ear and asked softly.

Chu Zhao’s cheeks were stained crimson, and she was kissed speechless.

Why would Si Jing ask her such a question? Last night and now, it was clearly just the two of them.

Her eyes were already wet and misty from the kissing. She backed away, “…I don’t remember last night.”

“I’m so sleepy, I want to go back to bed and sleep.” She tugged at the woman’s sleeve, “Will you carry Ah Chu, okay?”

In her panic, Chu Zhao forgot to put on her shoes, and the tile floor in the hall was truly too cold.

Gui Ji seemed to pity her current appearance and indeed indulged all her requests.

She easily put her arms around Chu Zhao’s waist and lifted her up. With a slight raise of her hand, the blood mist in front of her completely dispersed, revealing the scene of the sleeping chamber again.

She placed Chu Zhao back down and said with a smile, “Zhaozhao, don’t you want me to warm the quilt for you?”

Chu Zhao retreated to the corner of the soft couch, pursed her lips, and shook her head.

Having failed to escape the lightless sleeping chamber, she had to think about how to quietly run away from the bad Si Jing later.

“That’s a pity,” Gui Ji sighed.

But she did not retreat obediently as the little fish wished. Instead, she leaned on the bed, gradually inching closer, with a look of intense interest flickering in her eyes.

“But, Zhaozhao, didn’t Huailang ever tell you?” the woman whispered, “When facing a bad person, you must maintain a sense of vigilance. For example, you mustn’t alert the enemy.”

“And you are not allowed to… run away so quickly.”

Chu Zhao felt a chill run through her body.

She covered her chest and glared at the dark-robed woman in a wronged manner, “You, bad Mushroom Venerable, did you use a demon art to listen to my thoughts!”

Gui Ji smiled softly at her, lifted her chin, and as she leaned closer, her breath was very cold, “Then, shall I let Zhaozhao listen to my thoughts too?”

Chu Zhao did not have time to react before her lips were covered, and a cold, soft mist flowed into her throat.

It was colorless and odorless, but it made the sounds in her ear drift.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she whimpered as she tried to escape. When she looked up again, the scene before her was completely different.

Unlike the dim and eerie view from her perspective, it was more like looking from a demon’s perspective.

The sleeping chamber was decorated for a wedding and bonding ceremony. The candlelight of the red candles flickered, scarlet silks hung down high, and on the distant table, there were a pair of jade hejin cups (nuptial cups).

Chu Zhao suddenly felt her wrist tighten. A red silk ribbon formed by demonic energy seemed to have a consciousness, tightly wrapping around her, making it difficult to struggle.

And the dark-robed woman close at hand lowered her eyes, her hair concealing her expression. Only her crimson lips curved up, revealing an even deeper allure and enchantment.

After Chu Zhao’s gaze shifted to the other person, a low murmur, like a thought, rang in her ears, sounding both near and far.

So cute.

Zhaozhao, little fish.

So cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute.

Want to… make her cry.

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