After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 72.2

After waking up, the dream quickly dissipated like smoke, leaving only a sense of loss.

Chu Zhao changed into the beautiful wedding dress that fit her body and sat in front of a bronze mirror.

The crimson wedding dress was adorned with her favorite pearls and jade, and even the headpiece was sparkling.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and suddenly felt a cool sensation between her eyebrows.

Si Jing was beside her, meticulously drawing her eyebrows with an ink stick.

Chu Zhao couldn’t help but turn to look.

The woman wore a crimson wedding dress without any superfluous decorations, yet it accentuated her snow-white skin, her eyebrows like distant mountains, and her eyes like light peach blossoms.

She didn’t often wear crimson, and today she looked strikingly beautiful and captivating.

She stared for a long time, unintentionally lost in a daze.

It wasn’t until a cool touch on her lips, coloring them cinnabar red, that Chu Zhao suddenly woke up.

She nervously pursed her lips, and when Si Jing leaned in, she suddenly looped her arms around the other’s neck, imprinting the crimson on Si Jing’s lips.

The woman’s breathing suddenly became shallow and deep, and she paused briefly.

Suddenly, she seemed to chuckle softly, pressed the back of Chu Zhao’s head, and deepened the kiss, until Chu Zhao was out of breath.

Chu Zhao gasped in a daze, tasting the cinnabar, and frowned, pushing Si Jing away, “…It’s so bitter.”

Her heart thumped non-stop. She felt as if she was trapped in Si Jing’s swamp-like embrace, her body softening, unable to even struggle.

“I have prepared the honey nectar that Zhao Zhao likes,” Si Jing lightly rubbed her reddened nose. “We can taste it tonight.”

Chu Zhao’s eyes widened at the mention of the honey nectar, and she quietly nodded.

She still didn’t know what a marriage ritual entailed, so after Si Jing led her out of the dim chamber, she pretended to be clueless while secretly surveying her surroundings.

If she encountered something that interested her, running away would be fine, right?

Today’s banquet was much quieter than the one Chu Zhao remembered with Luo Yu at Kunlun Xu.

She sat at a table in the open-air banquet of Dan Yong City and saw mostly unfamiliar faces dressed as immortal cultivators, but they were very respectful to her, all calling her “Lady Zhao Zhao.”

Chu Zhao ate until her stomach was bulging and accidentally tasted a few drops of the clear, spicy wine in a cup, and her vision gradually blurred.

She rubbed her eyes. The people speaking warmly in front of her sometimes seemed normal, and sometimes terrifying, roaring evil demons.

Greedily watching her, calling her “Demon Venerable.”

“Is Zhao Zhao drunk?” Si Jing embraced her from the side and whispered, “Shall I send someone to take Zhao Zhao back to rest?”

Chu Zhao shook her head. Leaning on her intoxication, she pushed away the woman’s hand and answered with a soft, hazy voice, “I, I won’t go back. The bride should be waiting for me in the cave dwelling!”

Si Jing curved a smile.

She embraced the soft-bodied, stumbling girl, coaxing her to drink some sobering soup, her eyes deepening.

She subtly wrapped tracking demonic energy around Chu Zhao’s wrist, then indulgently agreed, “Alright, then… Ying Zhi will wait for Zhao Zhao on the bed.”

Watching the girl walk away, Si Jing no longer had any inclination to eat.

Her lips curved even deeper. She raised her hand, dismissing the demons around the banquet.

Everything at the wedding ritual was merely an illusion woven with demonic energy, meticulously planned by her for a long time.

How could she allow others to barge in and covet her little fish?

…

Chu Zhao moved away from the noisy crowd and found a deserted, empty pool.

She slipped off her crimson shoes, swung her snow-white, slender calves, and comfortably dipped them into the water, narrowing her eyes.

Did she really have to wait until nightfall to drink the honey nectar with Si Jing?

Chu Zhao felt a little wronged and kicked up a splash of water.

Her hand unintentionally reached out to the side and suddenly encountered a soft embrace emanating a heady aroma.

Su Xue tilted her head back and drank the last drop of wine from the gourd. She handed a small jade pot to Chu Zhao and replied lazily with a hoarse voice, “I guessed you were looking for honey nectar.”

Chu Zhao was both surprised and delighted. She quickly took it and drank a lot.

She only remembered to turn her head and look at the woman beside her after hiccuping from the wine, drunk and vague, “Who, who are you?”

She smelled the heavy alcohol, covered her face in distaste, and fanned the air with her sleeve, “…Ugh.”

Su Xue stuck a peach branch into the gourd, rested her chin on her hand, and leaned in with a very intense face to scrutinize her closely.

After a moment, she smiled and muttered to herself, “As expected, she is almost exactly like the person from before. No wonder she charmed the evil sword and also lured Ying Zhi away.”

Chu Zhao’s eyelashes fluttered as she stared at her.

The drunkard in front of her didn’t turn into an evil demon to scare her when she blinked.

She immediately pounced, rummaging through the pockets and sleeves of the blue-robed drunkard, “Is there any more nectar? A’Chu… wants more to drink.”

“Oh dear.” Su Xue was knocked to the ground by the energetic girl and sighed, “So clumsy yet so eager to drink.”

Just as she was about to indulge her and take out another bottle from her storage ring, she suddenly sensed something, and her expression abruptly froze.

She quickly embraced Chu Zhao, dodging, and drew her sword out of its sheath at an invisible speed, blocking an attack that came from an unknown direction.

Su Xue shielded Chu Zhao behind her, completely sober, her gaze steady as she looked directly at the newcomer.

She smiled, “Ying Zhi?”

Si Jing stood three steps away, her eyes slightly lowered, concealing the crimson turmoil within.

She was dressed in a wedding dress, her pale fingers curled, silently motionless.

Master… Su Xue was no longer her match.

With a slight clench of her hand, the demonic energy spread throughout Dan Yong City would obey her will and tear the woman into shreds.

She didn’t understand why Su Xue had come.

“Hesitating for so long, it must be my obedient apprentice.” Su Xue actually walked a few steps closer, smiling as she held the peach branch forward.

“Don’t be angry. My Junior Sister and I came to give you a bonding gift.”

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, speaking at a volume only she and Si Jing could hear, “It’s about the little fish’s threads of emotion.”

Si Jing’s lips instantly pressed tightly together.

Chu Zhao couldn’t hear what the two were saying. Anxiously, her eyes slightly reddened, and she stood on her tiptoes to eavesdrop.

But the woman caressed her cheek and brought her back into her embrace.

“Zhao Zhao, being this drunk, how can you drink the shared cup of wine with Ying Zhi tonight?” Si Jing coaxed softly.

Delicate fingers covered her eyes, and a wave of drowsiness immediately washed over her.

Chu Zhao bit the woman’s wrist unwillingly and softly collapsed into her arms in a haze.

She had actually been jointly tricked by the evil sword cultivator and the drunkard…

When she opened her eyes again, Chu Zhao found herself comfortably curled up in the soft seashell chair in the chamber.

Red candles flickered in the room, and crimson silk was everywhere, very quiet.

Most of her drunkenness had subsided. She stood up somewhat unsteadily and saw that the light gauze curtain had been drawn aside.

A slender, delicate figure in a wedding dress was sitting upright by the bed.

A red silk cloth covered the woman’s face. Her neck was long and snow-white, leaving room for imagination.

Chu Zhao tiptoed forward, her eyes inexplicably heating up, her heart pounding chaotically.

A cool, soft voice sounded, and a pale hand reached out to her, “Zhao Zhao.”

Was she supposed to lift the red silk?

She still needed to drink the honey nectar with Si Jing.

The moment her fingertip touched the corner of the red silk, she gasped and was pulled into the other’s embrace.

The red silk fluttered to the ground in the commotion. Chu Zhao collided with the woman’s peach blossom eyes, which were fused with blood mist, and was momentarily speechless.

Si Jing hadn’t deliberately adorned her face, only her pale lips were stained with cinnabar, perhaps from Chu Zhao’s impulsive actions earlier in the day.

But her features were transcendent. Her gaze, as it shifted and flowed, was so beautiful it nearly made her lose herself.

“…Honey nectar,” Chu Zhao tried to distract herself and whispered the words.

Unexpectedly, her cheeks were cupped.

Si Jing curved her lips, “Are you still thinking about drinking at this moment?”

She leaned in and gently kissed the girl’s flushed earlobe, “Zhao Zhao, what do you think of Ying Zhi?”

“Does Zhao Zhao still like it?”

Chu Zhao thought for a while, feeling bewildered.

An empty feeling inside prompted her to respond involuntarily, “I, I don’t know.”

She added in a small voice, “But you are very beautiful. I like that.”

Si Jing’s hand, which was wrapped around her waist, gradually moved to her chest.

She sighed softly, “This place is thumping non-stop.”

Chu Zhao felt somewhat offended. Her waist also softened, and she leaned back against the woman’s shoulder, “I, I don’t know why either…”

Si Jing’s hand gradually reached into her easily parted robes, tracing something, implying a suggestion.

“Did a bad person steal something from here from Zhao Zhao before?”

Her eyes grew colder, and as she recalled something, she silently curved her lips, a frosty aura spreading around her.

But for fear of startling the soft little fish in her arms, her voice remained gentle.

Chu Zhao was oblivious.

Her face was flushed. Through the thin undergarment, the woman’s touch made her tingle and tremble.

She bit at Si Jing’s lip in embarrassment and frustration, “No, they didn’t!”

It was only the bad Si Jing, and the Demon Venerable named Gui Ji, who had ever touched it.

“Then, does Zhao Zhao know what one should do to the bride tonight?” Si Jing gently guided, and naturally untied her loose sash.

“How about Ying Zhi teaches you?”

Curiosity overcame her shyness and shame. Chu Zhao reluctantly opened her eyes wide, nodding earnestly, eager to learn.

But in the next instant, the wet sensation that reached her bone marrow made her tremble violently, and her vision was immediately blurred with tears.

She whimpered and tried to escape, but she was firmly held in the embrace.

She looked down and saw the woman’s cool, black, silk-like hair brushing her collarbone.

The person who had been so aloof and distant, like ice and snow, was now melting with a heat that was about to swallow her whole.

“Stop, stop…” Chu Zhao shook her head in refusal, tears clinging to the corners of her eyes.

She tried hard to kick her legs, but her ankles were suddenly wrapped up by the crimson veil that seemed to have come alive, making it impossible to struggle.

She could only lower her head, mortified, watching the soft snow-like person swallow the red plum, making sounds that embarrassed her.

…Si Jing was clearly the bride.

Was the bad beauty, who had been pretending until now, finally trying to devour her?

Chu Zhao instinctively arched her chin and heard Si Jing’s soft sigh brush past her ear.

“Zhao Zhao, you are a few points sweeter than the honey nectar.”

“Ying Zhi… likes it very much.”

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