Mu Fengyun’s heart was in complete turmoil. Did this mean they were Dao companions now?
After all, Yuan Shu had already done this to him.
She had him completely under her control!
Mu Fengyun’s heart began to pound uncontrollably, and the hand resting at his side clenched slightly.
Feeling the strange sensations in his body and the sweetness lingering between their lips and teeth, he didn’t dare move.
He was afraid that if he did, Yuan Shu would rise and stop paying attention to him.
This kiss was just like the one in his memories, carrying the faint fragrance of pear blossoms. Yet there was more than that—the unique scent of Yuan Shu herself, hidden beneath the floral fragrance.
Clever as he was, he had more or less understood what was happening the moment his mind cleared.
Within his body, a powerful icy force was surging wildly. It was the power erupting from the Cangming Ice Soul.
But from Yuan Shu’s body, pressed tightly against his, came wave after wave of intense warmth, continuously flowing into him.
Yuan Shu possessed spiritual fire. She was doing this to save him!
As a disciple of the Myriad Swords Sect, and a man of proper upbringing, he knew that now that he was conscious, he ought to stop Yuan Shu and explain everything clearly.
But this person was Yuan Shu!
She was the Yuan Shu he wanted to become Dao companions with. Hadn’t he already made up his mind before coming here?
He wanted to become Dao companions with her!
That warmth and that floral fragrance made him yearn for more.
Mu Fengyun struggled inwardly. The hand at his side tightened, then relaxed, then tightened again.
When he saw Yuan Shu’s long lashes tremble as though she were about to open her eyes, Mu Fengyun’s heart jolted. He hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Yuan Shu slowed the kiss on his lips, raised her head, and carefully studied his brows and eyes. Then she lowered her gaze and glanced at the body beneath her.
Mu Fengyun’s physical reaction was very real—and very eager.
He should have woken up by now. Why was he still unconscious?
Could it be that even this degree of intimacy wasn’t enough to dispel the cold inside his body?
Did she really have to…
Yuan Shu frowned. It wasn’t that she was unwilling; she simply had never liked forcing anyone into anything.
Mu Fengyun was unconscious. If she took advantage of him while he was like this, what if he didn’t want it? Wouldn’t that ruin him?
Yuan Shu was troubled. She lowered her head and kissed him deeply for another quarter of an hour.
When she looked again, Mu Fengyun was still lying there quietly, showing no signs of waking.
“Haah…”
Yuan Shu sighed, reached out, and stroked the side of Mu Fengyun’s face.
“You can’t blame me for this. I’m only trying to save you.”
With that, she waved her hand and stripped off all his clothes.
A chill passed over his bare body. Mu Fengyun seemed to sense what was happening, and the tips of his ears, hidden beneath his long hair, instantly flushed bright red.
Yuan Shu’s attention was elsewhere, however, and she failed to notice.
Her slender fingers slid down along the lean muscles of Mu Fengyun’s chest and abdomen…
A moment later, Yuan Shu lowered her head for a look. Feeling that the time was right, she rose and prepared to…
At the critical moment, two hands suddenly gripped her waist.
Yuan Shu froze. She looked up and met Mu Fengyun’s astonished gaze.
His eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at Yuan Shu, his entire body still caught in a dazed state.
In his current condition—quite literally with the arrow nocked and ready to fly—the situation was extremely awkward.
Yuan Shu’s eyes lit up instead.
“Mu Fengyun, you’re awake?”
Mu Fengyun’s cheeks were flushed crimson.
“Junior Sister Yuan, we… we…”
“Ahem. I was only trying to save you with the power of fire. I couldn’t think of any other way, so I thought… Don’t misunderstand. We haven’t actually… Your pure yang is still intact!”
As Yuan Shu spoke, she tried to roll away, but Mu Fengyun held her waist in a death grip.
?
Yuan Shu looked up in confusion, only to find Mu Fengyun frowning slightly. His handsome, thin lips were pursed, and he gazed at her pitifully.
?
Question marks slowly appeared above Yuan Shu’s head.
“Senior Brother Mu, what’s wrong with you…”
“Junior Sister Yuan, after bullying me like this, you’re planning to abandon me just like that?”
Mu Fengyun interrupted her in a gentle voice. His clear, pleasant tone carried a husky note of grievance.
Looking down at Yuan Shu from above, the grievance in his eyes deepened.
Yuan Shu only glanced at him before swallowing hard. A guilty feeling welled up in her heart, as though she were abandoning an innocent, respectable man and being confronted over it.
“…How can Senior Brother Mu put it that way? I only did that because I had no other choice.”
“I know that the Myriad Swords Sect places great importance on the unity of man and sword, and that men’s pure yang is highly valued. You surely wouldn’t want to lose your chastity under such circumstances. We haven’t…”
“I’m willing.”
Before Yuan Shu could finish, the man before her interrupted her. She blinked.
“What?”
“I said I’m willing to lose my chastity to you, Junior Sister Yuan. Haven’t we already done everything we should and shouldn’t have?”
“I’m already your Dao companion. You can’t abandon me!”
Mu Fengyun tilted his head back slightly. His voice trembled faintly, and his eyes glistened with tears as he looked at her, as though he had suffered some enormous injustice.
Yuan Shu was stunned.
Had he just said that he was willing to give himself to her?
Seeing Yuan Shu remain silent, Mu Fengyun’s heart grew anxious. Yet the hand around her waist slowly moved lower.
“Junior Sister Yuan, I’m willing. So… are you willing?”
Yuan Shu lowered her gaze and glanced down.
The two of them had already been on the verge of consummating their relationship, with only one final step remaining.
Now that he had wrapped his arms around her slender waist and moved them lower, it seemed that the moment she agreed, he would willingly offer himself to her without hesitation.
Yuan Shu pressed her lips together.
“I…”
“You are willing, aren’t you? Junior Sister Yuan, this is already our third meeting. We’ve kissed, embraced, and even you—you…”
Mu Fengyun paused. Recalling what Yuan Shu had just done, the flush on his face deepened.
“You wouldn’t be so cruel as to reject me, would you?”
Yuan Shu: “…”
The beauty before her had tear-filled eyes and an expression full of hope.
The refusal caught in her throat simply wouldn’t come out.
“Mu Fengyun, I… I already have a Dao companion.”
Mu Fengyun’s eyes widened slightly. But only for a moment before they returned to their usual gentleness.
“That doesn’t matter.”
“The person I like is you. From the very first moment I saw you on that little bridge in town, I fell for you.”
During this period, while he had been with the disciples of the Fallen Immortal Sect, Mu Fengyun had also spent considerable effort and resources investigating Yuan Shu’s whereabouts.
When he learned that she already had a Dao companion, he had wondered whether he could give up.
But whenever he imagined letting her go, his entire body became unbearably uncomfortable.
On the other hand, although he knew that she had a Dao companion, the mere thought that he could become her Dao companion filled his heart with joy.
That was when he finally understood.
What he cared about was simply whether he could become her Dao companion.
He didn’t necessarily have to be her only one.
His dark eyes met Yuan Shu’s, gentle yet resolute, carrying a trace of unease and entreaty.
It was the very expression Yuan Shu found hardest to resist.
What had he done wrong?
He merely… liked her.
Yuan Shu raised a hand and gently stroked his face.
“Actually, the Cangming Ice Soul inside you does have a permanent solution.”
“The power of spiritual fire from this world can be used to harmonize with it and suppress its strength, allowing you to make it your own.”
“But if you do that, you’ll never be able to have another woman again. For the rest of your life, you can only be with me.”
“Otherwise, the Cangming Ice Soul will collapse, and you will die.”
“With that in mind, Mu Fengyun, are you still willing?”
