Sharing a bridal chamber with you (3)
“I love you.”
The wine spilled, flowing from gullies, ravines, and plains upstream, like the streams and rivers rushing out scattered after the collapse of the heavens and the rupture of the earth. This ultimate scenery, how magnificently beautiful it is.
For a moment, Xia Jingzhe tasted the chilling sweetness, a sweetness tinged with a hint of fragrance, unique to the scent emanating from the sachet worn by Xu Jiao. Mixed with the fragrance of wine, it made her even more dizzy.
Time passed, Xia Jingzhe only felt that everything she saw was vibrant red and dazzling warm jade colors, setting each other off, interweaving and reflecting, making her lips moistened with the liquid, and a wave of heat rose in her throat, her eyes also revealing a sense of indulgence.
“You dare!”
Xu Jiao moved, and the black iron chains that bound her wrist, using her magic, played a crisp sound, usually quite pleasing to hear, but now, because of the romantic atmosphere indoors, it seemed like a reminder of the sinful object, constantly reminding the two of what absurdity was happening indoors.
Xia Jingzhe held her face, looking at the blush on her face due to anger, feeling somewhat infatuated with time. She praised softly, “Senior Sister’s eyes are truly beautiful, brighter than the stars in the sky——”
“Look, I never knew before that Senior Sister looks so beautiful even when she’s angry, truly the unparalleled beauty of our Kunlun Sect.”
She seemed to be drunk, her kisses haphazard like flames, sprinkling on Xu Jiao’s face, neck, and then spreading, so that Xu Jiao, who was clearly lying on the cold jade bed, felt hot enough to breathe erratically.
“Junior Sister X- Xia…”
Xu Jiao realized that she couldn’t confront this little pervert head-on, holding onto the last hope, she tried to negotiate and reason with her in a tone so soft and accommodating, almost unprecedented:
“Acting like this, disregarding moral principles, is absolutely inappropriate. I’ll consider today that you’re temporarily out of your mind. If you let me go now and return to the sect, I promise never to mention today’s events again… If you doubt me, I can make a demonic vow——”
Her tone was somewhat intermittent, unwilling to look at the terrible scene in front of her any longer, she turned her head slightly, and spoke with slightly unstable breath.
Xia Jingzhe raised her head from in front of her, seeing her unable to bear looking at this absurd scene, she suddenly reached out, pinching her chin, forcefully trying to turn her around.
It was Xu Jiao whose martial arts were sealed, not Xia Jingzhe. Even though Xia Jingzhe wasn’t particularly angry, just using a bit of force, Xu Jiao could feel as if her chin was being crushed. She couldn’t help but feel some anger, furrowing her brows and glaring at her.
Xia Jingzhe stared into the shallow layers of anger in those endless black eyes, a sweet smile spreading at the corner of her lips, the smile lingering in her throat, making her laughter seem inexplicably charming.
“Out of my mind? Senior Sister, I’m not out of my mind.”
“I’ve been waiting for this day for too long——”
“Let me think, when did this thought of mine arise… It must have been at first sight, when I first saw Senior Sister, I thought, have I seen a deity? How could there be such a beautiful person in the world?”
Seeing the infatuated admiration in her eyes, hearing her drunken-like murmurs, there was clarity in Xu Jiao’s eyes.
As if intoxicated by alcohol, the person whose robes were torn apart by her wasn’t her. She listened to Xia Jingzhe confessing her love for her like this, neither sad nor happy, completely unmoved, as if she were listening to someone else’s story.
As Xia Jingzhe spoke halfway, she met Xu Jiao’s calm and unruffled gaze, her tone paused momentarily, and the action of pinching her chin softened. Looking at the imprint left on the white jade-like chin, she showed a hint of satisfaction in her eyes, then asked Xu Jiao in front of her:
“Why doesn’t Senior Sister enlighten me? Senior Sister hasn’t said, are you really a deity?”
Seeing her temporarily halt her frenzied actions, Xu Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that perhaps the plot could still be salvaged. After all, the system had said that if she couldn’t successfully modify the ending, she would continue to traverse like this…
She only wanted to live a peaceful life as a happy shut-in, not to experience the heart-pounding, restless life of being troubled by the protagonists in her novels, waking up in the middle of the night to rescue people when she was sleeping soundly. That wasn’t really enjoyable.
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Hearing Xu Jiao’s calm reply, “No.”
But upon hearing this response, Xia Jingzhe laughed, as if the red flowers outside were blooming menacingly in her dazzling face, exuding a hint of malice for no reason.
“But I feel that you are.”
She suddenly changed the subject: “According to the ancient records of Kunlun, in ancient times, when the gods had not yet fallen, the celestial beings still sensed the will of heaven, shared the same longevity as heaven, treated the beings of the mortal realm as equals, what is a celestial being? Severing the seven emotions, cutting off the six desires, regarding all things as mere objects.”
“Senior Sister, listen, doesn’t this sound like you?”
Xu Jiao still calmly replied, “I am not a deity.”
Xia Jingzhe smiled and retorted, “How could it not be? In the Kunlun Sect, even the venerable Sect Leader, who has practiced for three thousand years, couldn’t sever his private emotions. He did things that even the Four Elders frowned upon, not to mention the disciples under his command, each appearing righteous and clean on the surface, but engaged in countless dirty deeds behind the scenes.”
“If even the immortal cultivation sects in the mortal realm are like this, what about elsewhere?”
“Only you, Senior Sister, only you are different.” Saying this, Xia Jingzhe’s madness between her brows subsided slightly. She leaned on Xu Jiao like an obedient pet, tirelessly caressing her cheeks over and over again, as if she were an intimate lover, even her tone of speech was gentle.
Her eyes showed a hint of nostalgia, “My grandmother was deceived by the villagers, to the point where she lost her life to a black bear while searching for honey in the mountains. When I returned to the village, I wanted to confront them, but almost got beaten to death by the villagers. They were all indifferent, but it was only you who passed by, saved me, and took me to Kunlun.”
“You taught me the Tao, taught me martial arts, and at that time, I thought, Senior Sister must be the kindest person in the world.”
Xu Jiao listened attentively to her reminiscing about the past, not interrupting, as if she also wanted to unravel this plotline and figure out how things had developed to this point.
But Xia Jingzhe’s tone changed abruptly:
“I am not officially recognized by Kunlun as a disciple. Joining the sect inevitably makes others look down on me, even bully me. I return to the room every day with injuries, not wanting Senior Sister to find out——”
“Until one day, I saw Senior Sister outside the dining hall, saving a dog that was almost beaten to death by our fellow disciples.”
“You brought that dog back, never asking where it went or when it would return, just feeding it regularly… When it was injured, you bandaged it up, never seeking reasons. At that time, I was puzzled, not knowing whether Senior Sister liked that dog or not.”
“Later, when the floods ravaged the mortal world and reached the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the elders led the disciples out to rescue those affected. Senior Sister followed along, witnessing the natural disaster, yet remained unmoved, unlike the other disciples who showed no mercy. But on the return journey, you saw a mother cow by the roadside about to be dragged into the slaughterhouse, carrying a calf, and you threw a thousand pieces of gold to buy the cow, taking it to the mountains and setting it free.”
“At that moment, I realized that Senior Sister seemed to have her own set of principles, measuring the world with precision. You always have a standard——”
“And I, along with the dog and the cow you saved, in fact, there was no difference from beginning to end.”
Xia Jingzhe’s narrative came to a halt, her voice growing lighter, as if there were indissoluble sorrows and sadness inside her, a despair that she could not describe in words, stemming from the person in whom she had once placed all her hopes.
She finally discovered that the person she loved was so compassionate, yet so indifferent.
Just like a celestial being.
She understood deeply that while all beings in the world might receive her compassion, none could gain her favor.
For such a person, once one experienced her tenderness, her kindness, who would be willing to let go? Who wouldn’t want to monopolize her love, so that her heart full of compassion would be only for oneself?
Xia Jingzhe admitted that she was crazy, she was madly desiring her Senior Sister’s love.
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At this moment, Xu Jiao sighed softly as if she were sighing and gently said, “Junior Sister Xia, you’re drunk.” Her voice naturally carried gentleness, with just a hint of soft emotion, sounding endlessly caring to the listener.
Xia Jingzhe chuckled softly, lying on Xu Jiao’s body. Facing her eyes, which were unusually clear, with even her anger dissipated, and her expression devoid of sorrow or joy, she said, “I must be drunk. Senior Sister, are you willing to deceive me? When I sober up, perhaps I’ll forget everything.”
“How do you want me to deceive you?” Xu Jiao lowered her eyes, her eyelashes like the grass by the riverbank, gracefully bending.
Seizing the opportunity, Xia Jingzhe made a request, “Senior Sister, can you say that you love me?”
Without hesitation, Xu Jiao’s tone remained indifferent, “I love you.”
Xia Jingzhe was stunned.
As the haze of alcohol gradually faded from her eyes, even the faint blush on her cheeks disappeared.
Standing up straight, Xia Jingzhe smiled very lightly, the tail of her voice dispersing into the air so quickly that it was difficult to discern the emotions within.
“Senior Sister.”
She tugged at the corners of her lips, smiling in a way that seemed somewhat ugly, “You really have no heart.”
She thought that hearing Xu Jiao say “love” would be the greatest wish of her life. But now that she had received it, she realized it was the cruelest thing she had ever heard in her life.
The lips of this person are clearly so soft, and even the words they speak are as fragrant as flowers, but why do they feel cold and poisonous?
Xu Jiao’s words weren’t “I love you” at all, clearly it was… I don’t love you.
“I must be drunk to be so delusional—”
“Enough, since Senior Sister has no heart, having a body is no different.”
Saying this, Xia Jingzhe brushed over Xu Jiao’s lips, her eyes completely chilling in emotion.
Xu Jiao only felt something being stuffed into her lips. Just as she was about to push it out with her tongue, it had already dissolved, melting into water and slipping down her throat.
“What did you make me eat?” she asked.
Xia Jingzhe gently stroked her hair with pity, smiling enchantingly, “It’s a good thing. I heard that before Senior Sister came to Kunlun, she was a fox spirit in the mountains. I wonder what kind of beauty that was.”
“This is… a transformation pill?” Xu Jiao realized belatedly, feeling a slight itch in her ears, and even a sensation of itchiness elsewhere on her body, as if something wanted to emerge from within her.
Immediately after—
Something furry brushed against her side.
Xu Jiao widened her eyes, turning her head to see a large, fluffy, pink… tail?
Wait.
Was that her own tail???
Before she could discern, the white-pinkish long tail was grabbed by someone. At the same time, Xu Jiao felt a tingling sensation, like an electric shock, running up her back.
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Xia Jingzhe smirked wickedly, leaning in to her and slowly said, “Senior Sister doesn’t love me, I wonder if she loves her own tail?”
…
Half an hour later.
The room was filled with suppressed sobbing, followed by a voice tinged with teasing:
“Why isn’t Senior Sister saying anything? Don’t you like your own tail?”
“But look, you’re crying happily. Look at this silk cloth, all wet from your tears, even the fur on your tail is all messed up.”
“Why isn’t Senior Sister speaking again?”
Before long, a slightly hoarse voice responded in extreme suppression, trembling as if filled with fear: “Don’t… don’t like…”
That teasing voice chuckled freely, declaring leisurely, “But I do like it.”
LP: I’ve been busy with work, I apologize _(:3」∠)_