Chapter 326: Chapter 222 The Disciple is Foolish, Not Knowing the True Meaning of the Master’s Words_1
The light within the room grew increasingly dim.
Su Bei gently tugged at the ribbon, and the half-concealed bellyband silently slid off.
What first caught Su Bei’s eye was not the snowy whiteness of her skin, but a startling, searing scar that extended from her breast all the way to her lower abdomen. On her skin, as smooth as ice and jade, the scar was a stark, sorrowful line, a silent testament to her pain.
He sighed softly, wishing the scar had been inflicted on him instead; he hated to see her hurt like this.
His hand tentatively reached toward the scar. His hand inevitably brushed against the skin of her breast, causing her brows to furrow slightly as she let out a soft moan.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
As Su Bei touched the scar, he felt a terrifying Evil Qi emanating from it, hindering her wound’s healing.
Her perfect body was marred by that scar. Su Bei lifted his gaze to her eyes, and her usually cold eyes finally showed a hint of shyness.
She instinctively wanted to push away his hand, but feeling Su Bei’s Spiritual Energy mending the scar, she ceased all movement, allowing his touch, which felt extraordinarily cool, soft, and delicate. It was like stumbling upon a warm cabin in a desolate, icy landscape, an unexpected solace amidst despair.
Perhaps even Dan Wulan didn’t know why she allowed herself to be so vulnerable in front of him, trusting him completely and revealing herself without reservation.
Su Bei’s hand traced the scar, inch by inch, moving up from the wound on her lower abdomen.
HISS.
The corner of her mouth twitched, releasing a faint murmur.
It was unclear if it was pain she felt, or something else altogether.
As Su Bei’s Spiritual Energy ascended, it spread downwards, subtly clashing with the Evil Qi. What Su Bei failed to notice was that the Evil Qi, capable of destroying all life, was slowly merging into him.
"You’re truly beautiful."
Su Bei bent down to kiss her pale face, her bloodless lips.
He had never seen her so enchanting—every subtle expression, every slight movement, even the way a lock of her hair fell softly.
He had to admit, even with many thoughts in his heart, his desire to act the sage and maintain a gentleman’s decorum... Yet, confronted with the cold seduction before him, her customarily icy demeanor now tinged with such rare pallor—all this stirred within him.
Su Bei’s body moved instinctively.
His mind was a blank canvas; it seemed as if the silence around him faded, leaving only the person before his eyes.
Dan Wulan’s heartbeat quickened, growing erratic. Her eyes, filled with complex emotions, gazed at him.
Indeed, he was special to her.
Her body instinctively didn’t push him away. She even faintly forgot the pain, no longer feeling the burning heat in her abdomen. A blush rose on her cheeks, like a half-white, half-red plum blossom!
Su Bei held her waist tightly, gently peeling away her long purple dress bit by bit.
She hugged Su Bei tightly, as if to conceal her shyness. Her cold eyes, for once, revealed the timidity of a young maiden.
Just as Su Bei prepared to part her legs, her hand tightly clutched his.
Her body instinctively resisted.
Her resistance was like a splash of cold water. Su Bei instantly came to his senses, realizing he had forgotten himself.
This was beastly... she was still unwell.
He gently patted her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "I’m sorry..."
He smoothed her scattered white hair behind her. Her stunning figure was now completely in his view, without an ounce of concealment.
Su Bei’s expression still carried a touch of wistfulness.
Without a word, Dan Wulan slowly dressed herself, slipping on the moon-colored bellyband.
With her back to him, several ribbons dangled, swaying gently as if obeying Newton’s law.
"Help me..."
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz. Her cheeks were already completely flushed.
This was their closest moment. Barring the final act, it had been an honest exchange.
Su Bei extended his hand and skillfully tied a butterfly bow, a knot different from her usual one.
"I haven’t thought it through yet..."
It wasn’t a rejection; she just didn’t want to be hasty. She liked him, so she cherished this even more.
"It’s my fault."
Su Bei gave a wry smile. He gathered her long hair that had fallen forward and drew a wooden comb from his storage ring to tend to her somewhat dry, white locks.
That was just her personality. He understood her; of course, he knew everything about her.
Carefully, he dressed her in silk trousers, a purple blouse, gauzy socks, and embroidered shoes.
She tried to resume her former aloofness, but the traces of illness in her expression still lent her a fragile air.
"It sounds like your sister has arrived..."
The room fell silent, save for the sound of urgent, hurried footsteps approaching rapidly from outside.
Dan Wulan tightly grabbed Su Bei’s hand, biting her lip, and simply looked at him.
"Don’t leave."
She was rarely injured. Perhaps this was a chance given by the heavens to be willful by his side, just this once.