After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 77

Chu Zhao’s eyes were covered by a delicate palm.

She had been severely tormented by the woman who suddenly returned the night before, and now she didn’t have much strength to resist, let alone with her hands bound above her head.

She could only manage to blink, trying to peek through the gaps to see the woman’s current appearance.

But her body suddenly tensed, scorched by the warm breath that abruptly spread to her knees.

Instinctively curling her legs, she inadvertently caused the ankle chains to jingle softly, and she let out a startled moan, “Woo…”

Si Jing’s hand slowly moved down, no longer covering her sight, and instead intimately stroked her cheek.

Immediately, she tightened the chains on Chu Zhao’s ankles, forcing her into an embarrassing posture.

“Bad person!” Chu Zhao struggled repeatedly, blushing, “Don’t, don’t look at me…”

She felt like she had become a fish on a chopping block, manipulated by the woman in front of her, with even her most vulnerable belly exposed to all.

But she was clearly a fish-dragon!

Moreover, the woman who had red eyes and a seductive smile last night said that they were Dao companions, and Dao companions shouldn’t bully each other!

However, at this moment, the other woman was silent, not at all like her soft murmuring from last night.

Si Jing lowered her gaze, her sight unflinching, looking directly at Chu Zhao’s embarrassed and shy area.

Suddenly, she leaned down.

Chu Zhao could no longer make any sound.

It was as if she was entangled by soft seaweed, omnipresent, spreading all the way to the depths of the seabed.

She trembled, helplessly closing her legs. The woman’s hair, soft as silk, gently outlined her delicate and sensitive skin, igniting a heat that permeated her entire being.

Last night was icy cold, and now it was scorching and unbearable.

A whimpering sound emerged, and she began to doubt if she had recognized the wrong person again.

It wasn’t until she was pushed to the peak by the surging waves, breathing blankly and accepting Si Jing’s comforting kiss, that her thoughts returned. She asked, both shy and annoyed, “Wicked beauty! You’re not Ah Chu’s Dao companion… You, you…”

Odd.

Chu Zhao actually couldn’t recall the name of the wicked woman who pretended to be Si Jing.

“Last night.” Si Jing bit her lip, her voice slightly hoarse, “Last night… who was it that accompanied Zhaozhao?”

“She said she was Si Jing, the one who accompanied me to travel through the Nine Provinces and see all four seasons,” Chu Zhao counted on her fingers, full of longing, “She said that after last night, she and I would be Dao companions.”

“A Dao companion, does that mean someone who can stay with Ah Chu, watching from sunrise to sunset, until Ah Chu can no longer swim?”

Si Jing’s lips were pale. She lowered her gaze, silent.

A feeling of self-abasement, like a bucket of cold water poured over her head, submerged her.

She didn’t know how long she could live after Luo Yu’s poison took effect.

“What’s wrong?” Chu Zhao reached out to feel the forehead of the silent woman in front of her, and was burned, “So hot, you’re sick…!”

The little fish, forgetting all grudges, anxiously tugged at her sleeve, urging her to lie down and cover herself heavily with the quilt.

Looking at Si Jing’s clear and seductive pair of peach blossom eyes, which were brimming with a thin layer of moisture, she averted her gaze, her face hot, and softly snorted, “Humans are so fragile!”

“Last night you were clearly wearing clothes properly, and I wasn’t wearing anything, so how did you catch a cold first now…”

Si Jing’s supremely beautiful face was hidden under the bedding, showing a hint of fragility and vulnerability.

But just as Chu Zhao unfamiliarity tucked in her corners of the quilt, her hand was caught and curled into the woman’s palm.

“Zhaozhao,” she called softly, “I’m cold.”

Chu Zhao’s hand was guided to the soft rise and fall beneath the quilt, and her earlobes flushed.

She sensed a small drum-like palpitation beneath the woman’s snow-white skin.

So strange.

Why was her own heart also pounding, dong dong, dong dong, incessantly?

Chu Zhao shook her head, shedding those cloudy thoughts, and simply knelt on Si Jing’s waist.

She leaned down, wanting to properly examine what illness the woman had contracted.

“Does it hurt here?” She looked up, touching Si Jing’s delicate side neck, then, through a thin undergarment, curiously listened to the sound of the other’s heart.

“You’re not cold. Your body temperature is so hot, even hotter than a hot spring…”

Suddenly, her waist was tightly embraced, and covered by the bedding, she was completely confined in the woman’s arms.

Si Jing’s long eyelashes drooped, a faint hint of pink showing at the corners of her eyes, “Zhaozhao likes to swim upstream in warm water pools, so…”

“Will you also like Yingzhi?”

Chu Zhao moved in the woman’s embrace, like being wrapped in a warm ocean current, not to mention the soft jade-like body beside her, making her instantly feel lightheaded.

She liked all beautiful women! Including Si Jing.

However, she sensed that some spell had been cast on her, preventing her from transforming into her true form, so she sulked and bumped Si Jing’s chest with the top of her head.

“Ah Chu wants to go swimming! But, my tail… hasn’t been able to come out for a long time.”

Jade-like finger bones slid down her waist little by little, stroking her trembling slender form.

Chu Zhao heard Si Jing seemingly press her lips together and silently muttered something. Immediately, her legs felt as if they were wrapped in warmth.

In the next moment of distraction, her long-desired fish tail actually appeared.

“My tail!” Her eyes sparkled. She couldn’t wait to dive into the quilt, cradling her shimmering, smooth tail, happily kissing and embracing it for quite a while.

After quite a while, she remembered to peek out.

Her bright pink eyes glanced helplessly over the pale-faced woman who was lightly coughing, then she climbed onto her body.

Smooch, she kissed her cheek, “…Beautiful Dao companion, you are so good!”

Thinking that thanking her should count as polite, Chu Zhao was about to crawl off the bed to find a warm pool to enjoy herself, but her waist was embraced.

The scales on her tail were being subtly teased. All the strength in her body was drained, and feeling that something was wrong, she tried to catch Si Jing’s mischievous hand, “It tickles… Ugh, don’t touch Ah Chu!”

“Zhaozhao is leaving already?” Si Jing asked softly.

Chu Zhao nodded as a matter of course and replied cheerfully, “Ah Chu is going for a swim. If the beauty wasn’t sick, I should take you with me.”

Si Jing hooked her finger through the jade chains on Chu Zhao’s wrist. “But, given Zhaozhao’s current state… it seems your wish won’t be granted.”

Chu Zhao realized this after the fact and immediately struggled anxiously.

She wanted to try the same trick again, pecking the woman’s cheek to please her, but this time her back was pressed down, holding her tightly in the soft embrace.

“Yingzhi is still ill, and Zhaozhao is going to abandon her?” Si Jing’s voice was low and weak, and her warm breath made Chu Zhao’s ear flush hot.

“Yingzhi… needs Zhaozhao’s help.”

Chu Zhao propped herself up and tilted her head, asking curiously, “How can I help?”

She wasn’t a healer.

Si Jing guided her hand, leading it all the way to the secret curve of her lower back.

She guided Chu Zhao’s fingers to deftly weave and completely unhook the already loose garment sash.

With the covering stripped away, it was like the clouds parting and the fog clearing. Chu Zhao stared blankly at the woman’s appearance.

Snow covered the graceful peaks, exquisitely delicate, like jade porcelain, with a coloring like fallen plum blossoms that made her unable to look away, blooming with a thin, diffused powder.

She looked even more like the beautiful clam shell she had painstakingly pecked open and hid her pearl in at the bottom of the pool.

Si Jing pressed Chu Zhao’s back until there was no gap between their bodies.

She kissed Chu Zhao’s flushed ear and spoke weakly, “The knot of Yingzhi’s illness can only be cured by Zhaozhao.”

“Zhaozhao is Yingzhi’s little fish, don’t leave Yingzhi… okay?”

Having just conjured the fish tail for Chu Zhao, she had over-expended her energy. She turned her head, coughed softly, and a layer of mist clouded her eyes.

Chu Zhao, captivated by her beauty, felt deep pity and mumbled a dazed “En.”

She curiously reached out to touch Si Jing’s beautiful body, resting her head on the woman’s soft chest, wanting to hear what the illness was.

But then, her waist was suddenly gripped.

The fish tail under the covers encountered Si Jing’s hot, wet spot with no resistance, and the burning sensation made her convulse and quickly flick her tail to evade it.

“So hot…” Chu Zhao whimpered in confusion, sprawling on the woman’s chest, and asked cautiously, “Are, are those your little fish eggs?”

Si Jing did not answer again.

The woman, usually as distant as ice and snow, was like a gentle, continuous stream of lava after stripping away her snow-white undergarment.

Her habitually aloof eyes, due to the provocation of the scales, were tinged with a broken lust.

She embraced Chu Zhao, guiding her to swim upstream on her body, and finally couldn’t hold back, calling out in a daze, “…Zhaozhao.”

The fish tail Chu Zhao had manifested was even more sensitive than her legs. Powerlessly, she allowed the woman to manipulate her undulations, and couldn’t help but shake her head in refusal, “No, you mustn’t do this…”

She was clearly here to cure Si Jing’s high fever.

But why was she also becoming entirely hot?

The bed seemed to become a deep pool with surging waves. She was immersed in Si Jing’s arms, feeling dazed as if swimming in a hot spring, and the woman supported her, stirring up the currents.

Gradually, the small boat capsized, drowning her completely.

In the end, Chu Zhao only remembered collapsing weakly into Si Jing’s embrace from exhaustion.

The jade chains tightly wrapped around her wrists were never undone.

Her vision blurred. The woman wrapped the chains around her own slender wrists until they were tightly intertwined, making it difficult for them to separate again.

Si Jing gently kissed the crown of Chu Zhao’s head, and a faint blood mist rapidly spread in her eyes.

She softly murmured, “Zhaozhao.”

Even if her fate was nearing its end, Zhaozhao was still her little fish alone.

She hoped the innocent, blockheaded little fish would only look at her and be utterly captivated by her.

She would, little by little, re-teach Zhaozhao the meaning of “love.”

When Chu Zhao opened her eyes, there was a snow-white profile by the bed.

She had slept for a long time, but her muscles and bones still ached.

She managed to sit up, her throat parched, desperately wanting a sip of honey nectar.

Before she could even open her mouth, an jade cup filled with nectar was already placed in her hand.

Chu Zhao quickly tilted her head and drank it all.

During this time, Si Jing kept watching her, her gaze mixed with some indistinguishable emotion.

Watching her finish, she raised her sleeve affectionately to wipe the corners of her lips. “Zhaozhao, would you like another drink?”

Chu Zhao realized with exasperation that her wrists and ankles were still bound by the chains.

She shook her head stubbornly, avoiding the question, and instead began to struggle.

She asked in disappointment, “Didn’t we already become married? Why are you still tying up Ah Chu?”

The woman had clearly coaxed her, saying the chains were a little secret between Dao companions and would only be used on their wedding night.

Chu Zhao didn’t want to be constantly confined to the bed, having Si Jing feed her nectar, with everything being observed by the other woman.

“Does Zhaozhao find it tedious?” Si Jing stroked her hair. “Then, how about Yingzhi reads a storybook to Zhaozhao?”

“It’s your favorite kind, a story about two women.”

Chu Zhao reluctantly leaned into the woman’s embrace and listened for a while.

She was mostly uninterested, only widening her eyes, holding her breath, and quietly pricking up her ears when she heard an amorous scene.

When she heard, “Yun’er and Liu’er were deeply in love, murmuring intimately, their heart sounds seeming to strike the lungs through the meridians,” Chu Zhao quietly touched her own chest.

She glanced at the focused Si Jing, then, bolder, reached out to touch the temperature of her heart at that moment.

She was caught off guard, her knuckles seized, and their fingers intertwined.

Chu Zhao frantically tried to pull her hand back, but the woman had already held her hand to her lips and pecked it without a word.

“Does Zhaozhao want to experience the flavor in the storybook?” Si Jing asked softly.

“If so, does Zhaozhao… also feel deeply in love with Yingzhi now?”

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