However, Yan Zhen was merely teasing Yu Shizun on purpose and had no real intention of sniffing it. When she threw herself into his arms, he naturally wrapped them around her fairy-like figure, light and graceful yet radiantly elegant.
Since she wore nothing underneath, the touch felt utterly real—soft and bouncy, stirring improper thoughts.
Habitually, Yan Zhen reached up and pinched her perky buttocks, drawing another uncontrollable moan from Yu Shizun.
“Mm~ You!”
Yu Shizun was both shy and annoyed, but remembering that her weakness was still in his hands, she could only endure it.
“What will it take for you to give it back?”
Yan Zhen gazed at Yu Shizun’s face. The veil gave it a hazy allure that made his heart itch.
“I want to see what Yu Shizun looks like without the veil.”
Yu Shizun refused outright.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“No reason. It’s just not happening.”
Yan Zhen thought for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise.
“Don’t tell me that seeing Yu Shizun’s true face means I’d have to take responsibility and marry you?”
Yu Shizun rolled her eyes at him.
“Where do you get these weird ideas?”
“Then what? Is Yu Shizun so beautiful that I wouldn’t be able to control myself?”
“. . .”
Yu Shizun lowered her head. She had donned the veil to hide her features, vowing to forsake all romantic entanglements in pursuit of the Great Dao of heaven and earth.
Taking it off in front of Yan Zhen would shatter that vow because of him—it would be tantamount to admitting her feelings for him.
As Yu Shizun hesitated, Yan Zhen’s mischievous hands showed no sign of restraint. He pinched here, stroked there, constantly taking liberties, making her body heat up. Her chest swelled with a throbbing ache.
“You—stop… Fine, I’ll show you.”
At those words, Yan Zhen reluctantly withdrew his hands and released her, staring eagerly.
Yu Shizun kept her head slightly lowered, glancing up at him. Unable to withstand his burning gaze, she hesitated for a long while without making a move.
“Once you’ve seen it, give it back.”
Yan Zhen nodded obediently, looking ever so well-behaved.
After some internal struggle, Yu Shizun slowly lifted the veil, revealing a face with delicate skin so tender it seemed one could squeeze water from it.
Her cheeks flushed pink with shyness, making her all the more enchanting.
Yan Zhen felt the world brighten before his eyes. She was stunning, her ethereal and otherworldly aura perfectly matching his ideal of a celestial fairy.
Though it lost some of that hazy mystery, it gained an air of reality, as if a heavenly immortal had suddenly descended before him.
“Seen enough?”
“Not yet. Just a bit longer.”
Yu Shizun tried to put the veil back on, but Yan Zhen grabbed her wrist. Their eyes met, and an ambiguous atmosphere gradually filled the air.
Yu Shizun broke first, lowering her gaze.
“You have no shortage of women more beautiful than me around you. Why bother looking at me…”
Yan Zhen chuckled softly.
“Yu Shizun is the beauty in my heart who comes closest to the image of an ‘immortal maiden.'”
“I’m no immortal maiden. The Holy Lord is.”
“The Holy Lord feels more like a goddess presiding over light and purity. Yu Shizun is the true immortal—fairy of the rain, water lily of the streams, graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a wandering dragon.”
Yu Shizun froze. A fragmented memory inexplicably surfaced in her mind.
“Is that Luoshen? No wonder she’s called the greatest beauty of the Great Luo World. She truly deserves the words: ‘graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a wandering dragon, outshining autumn chrysanthemums, more splendid than springtime pines.'”
The peerless beauty glanced over in surprise at the young man’s words. Their eyes met, conveying friendliness, so she paused and greeted him from afar.
“Are you the renowned Flame Emperor Excellency of the Great Luo World lately?”
“Hello, Luoshen Clan Leader. Just call me Yan Zhen.”
Yu Shizun snapped back to reality. Staring at the familiar handsome face before her, she found it suddenly hard to contain the emotions welling inside.
“Yan Zhen, you…”
Yan Zhen looked at the alluring face so close at hand. He reached out and brushed her slightly parted, petal-soft lips, overcome with the urge to lean in and taste them.
But doing so would surely anger Yu Shizun, so he restrained himself.
“Wish fulfilled. Here’s your treasure back.” Yan Zhen grinned and stuffed the little panties into her hand. “Remember to put them on, or you’ll catch a chill.”
Only then did Yu Shizun recall the matter at hand. She quickly tucked away her undergarment, stepped back from his embrace, and shot him a shy, glaring look.
“You scoundrel—you’re no better than some lecher. Just see if I don’t have Lady Chen Xi punish you.”
Yan Zhen put on a bashful expression and acted innocent.
“Yu Shizun surely wouldn’t bear to.”
Seeing his shamelessness, Yu Shizun sighed lightly.
“Go on back. You’ve lingered here long enough. You just returned, so spend more time with Xuan’er and the others.”
Yan Zhen blinked.
“You too, Yu Shizun.”
“I don’t need your company.”
“Then I’m really leaving?”
“No need to see you off.”
“No goodbye kiss?”
“No.”
“Then I could kiss Yu Shizun instead.”
Her lovely face flushed again. Daring not meet his eyes, she turned away hastily, resolute.
“Stop with the nonsense.”
Yan Zhen sighed in disappointment.
“Alright.”
With a ripple in space, Yan Zhen’s presence vanished from the tree cave.
Yu Shizun turned back. Seeing only herself left in the cave, her heart felt inexplicably empty.
She still clutched the veil in her hand and touched her cheek, recalling his scorching gaze from moments ago.
Was it really that beautiful? He’d even called her an immortal maiden.
Looking down, Yu Shizun was stunned to see her collar slightly bulging on both sides. Embarrassed, she immediately covered her chest, mortified.
Had—had he seen everything just now?
The thought made her feel a dampness on her body—probably from nerves and sweat, especially between her legs, thoroughly soaked. She’d need another bath.
All that brat’s fault.
Just as Yu Shizun prepared to slip off her dress for another bath, space rippled again. A rift tore open, and Yan Zhen reappeared.
With the key to Rain Master Mansion, he could come and go freely.
Yu Shizun blinked in slight surprise.
“Why are you back?”
Yan Zhen pulled out the Reflecting Light Mirror, aimed it at her, and said,
“Yu Shizun rarely shows her true face. I want a photo to remember it by—come on, look this way.”
Yu Shizun inwardly cried trouble. In her current state, how could she let him capture it? She instantly crossed her arms over her chest and clamped her thighs together, assuming the pitiful pose of a humiliated immortal.
“Not now—don’t take it…”
Yan Zhen cackled wickedly.
“No need to be shy, Yu Shizun. Just one shot~”
Click.
A new leverage obtained.
Click, click.
Though he said one, Yan Zhen snapped a dozen or more in quick succession before stopping, thoroughly satisfied.
“Done. This time, I’m really going.”
“. . . Stand right there.”
How could Yu Shizun let him leave? She immediately unleashed a restraint seal, locking down the surrounding space and preventing spatial teleportation.
