Alone, Beautifully – Chapter 156
by Little PandaA Story About Happiness (3)
The room was completely quiet.
The room was completely quiet.
Before Xia Jingzhe entered this room, she had already planned to confront Xu Jiao. She could no longer bear the days when her Senior Sister couldn’t see her, even to the point of falling into the demonic path, just to get this person in front of her.
She knew how much Kunlun looked down on the Demon Realm, and she knew that as a disciple of Kunlun, Xu Jiao would surely see her as an enemy once she discovered her demonic practices. Xia Jingzhe had listed countless plans, determined that even if she couldn’t leave a mark on this person’s heart, sharing a moment of joy with her would be greatโ
But what did she just hear?
Senior Sister Xu said she had liked her for a long time?
Xia Jingzhe doubted her memory for a moment. Could it be that the always indifferent Xu Jiao, who picked her up and brought her back to Kunlun only to ignore her, actually liked her?
Could she have been blind to never see it?
Yet, the affection in the eyes of the person in front of her couldn’t be faked. The usual cold gaze, like the eternal snow of Kunlun Mountain, now seemed to have softened, even the corner of her eyes carried lingering affection, as if Xu Jiao had suddenly changed her cultivation technique from ice to fire. Otherwise, how could Xia Jingzhe feel that her gaze was hot enough to burn her?
She was silent for a moment, ultimately unable to believe that such good fortune could come to her. She pulled her lips into a slightly mocking arc, and then gently placed the back of her hand on Xu Jiao’s forehead:
“Senior Sister, have you… been hit by some evil spell?”
Xia Jingzhe’s voice was very soft, as if afraid of waking this version of Xu Jiao. Yet in her mind, she kept thinking about when she left earlier, wondering if some careless subordinate had offended Xu Jiao, causing her beloved Senior Sister’s personality to change so dramatically.
Xu Jiao wanted to say something to make her believe this reality immediately, but when she saw the thin layer of ice about to break in Xia Jingzhe’s eyes (metaphor for fragile hope/disbelief), forcefully suppressing all clarity and willingly falling into this boundless beautiful dream, Xu Jiao almost instantly realized something.
Xia Jingzhe had heart demons (a cultivation term referring to psychological barriers or obsessions that hinder spiritual progress).
And it wasn’t mild.
So those opened lips ultimately didn’t utter a single word. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, staring at Xia Jingzhe’s pale wrist, and then bit down on it.
Her pearl teeth bit down on Xia Jingzhe’s wrist, neither too hard nor too light.
Xia Jingzhe immediately froze, her hand suspended motionless in mid-air, her gaze fixed on Xu Jiao’s biting motion, or more precisely, fixed on those lips biting her, pressing against the snow-white skin, like a kiss.
Xu Jiao, afraid of hurting her, quickly released her bite and asked: “Does it hurt?”
As if enchanted, Xia Jingzhe unconsciously nodded.
Then, realizing something, she quickly shook her head.
Xu Jiao: “?”
She had only wanted to prove that she wasn’t under some strange evil spell, and that everything before them wasn’t just Xia Jingzhe’s dream, but seeing this person’s reaction, it seemed this approach was completely useless.
Letting out a gentle sigh, Xu Jiao recalled all the misdeeds she had done when she first arrived in this world, then silently moved closer. However, as she moved forward, Xia Jingzhe unconsciously backed away. The chain on Xu Jiao’s wrist wasn’t long enough, and in this chase and retreat, the chains made clinking sounds as they collided.
Xu Jiao was pulled back by the restraining force, unable to move forward anymore.
Looking at Xia Jingzhe, who had started out appearing domineering but now looked like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow (an idiom meaning someone who’s grown overly cautious due to past trauma), she felt both annoyed and amused. She glanced at the restraints on her wrist and said to Xia Jingzhe:
“Remove this for me, Junior Sister.”
Xia Jingzhe’s mind was now like a bowl of porridge (a Chinese expression meaning confused or muddled), all jumbled up, unable to think clearly, having completely forgotten her earlier plans – whether it was confronting Xu Jiao or keeping her locked up here, all of it was forgotten.
She instinctively followed Xu Jiao’s wishes, just like in their past interactions, executing the other’s commands completely.
Until her fingertips touched the dark iron chains, only then did Xia Jingzhe remember her original purpose. Her unlocking motion stopped, just gripping the chain and refusing to move.
Seeing her stop, Xu Jiao patiently asked: “What’s wrong?”
Xia Jingzhe stared at the dark chains on those delicate, snow-white wrists, her heart aching slightly at the stark black and white contrast. She silently clenched her jaw, then said in a low voice:
“I…”
“I can’t unlock it, Senior Sister.”
Xu Jiao wore a smile on her face, but in her heart she cursed softly:
Big liar.
How could you not unlock a mechanism you made yourself?
With these thoughts in mind, Xu Jiao didn’t expose her lie. Instead, she narrowed her eyes to observe the person before her, then spoke slowly and deliberately: “Is that so? It seems this thing locking me up is quite strange. I originally thought that Junior Sister also had feelings for me and wanted to play some little games. I was even going to make a small suggestion – rather than locking me to the bed, why not lock us together? That way, wouldn’t you be able to see me every moment from now onโ”
“Since it’s not Junior Sister’s work, then never mind.”
Xia Jingzhe: “……”
Somehow, she could hear the sound of her own heart bleeding (a metaphorical expression for deep emotional pain).
Though her heart was moved by Senior Sister Xu’s suggestion, having missed the chance to honestly admit her fault earlier, she could only lower her gaze in regret, even forgetting to ask how Xu Jiao had discovered her identity.
Xu Jiao couldn’t see her expression, but she could guess her psychological state perfectly clear.
With the corner of her lips curling up slightly, she called out again:
“Junior Sister, come closer.”
Xia Jingzhe had never been able to figure out her Senior Sister’s thoughts. Now, having already lost the will to carry out her original plan, she returned to her usual docile manner and walked up to Xu Jiao.
Xu Jiao pulled at her sleeve: “Come down a bit.”
Xia Jingzhe held her breath, as if guessing something but not daring to believe it.
But seeing Senior Sister Xu’s seemingly dwindling patience, she worried the other might get angry, so she could only lean closer. Before she could investigate Xu Jiao’s intentions, in the next moment, those soft lips she had longed for – the ones that had touched her wrist earlier – pressed against her own lips.
Xia Jingzhe’s eyes widened in shock.
But Xu Jiao didn’t give her time to react, deepening the kiss. When Xia Jingzhe, drawn in by her gentle affection, gradually bent down to chase after it, she raised her hand to pull the person down onto herself, following the movements she remembered, step by step igniting passion in the other person.
Irregular breathing soon filled the wooden cabin.
Xu Jiao’s irregular breathing was due to her sealed spiritual power making her like a mortal, while for Xia Jingzhe, today’s events felt like a dream – or perhaps the work of heart demons. In any case, her heart was completely in chaos.
Xu Jiao recalled her thoughts before falling asleep earlier, and an idea in her heart was eager to try. Seeing Xia Jingzhe’s dazed expression, taking long to recover, she gently kissed her lips again, wiping away the moisture at the corner of her mouth.
Xia Jingzhe unconsciously sat facing Xu Jiao on the jade bed (beds made of jade were considered precious and had cooling properties in cultivation), frozen in place letting the other move freely, like a frightened small animal.
Xu Jiao found it amusing, her eyes naturally revealing the same sentiment. She gave Xia Jingzhe no time to react, pushing her down, and within the reach of the dark iron chains on her wrists, straddled Xia Jingzhe’s waist. She leaned down, interlocking their fingers on both sides, pinning them beside the person below her, then slowly bent down, staring at Xia Jingzhe’s beautiful eyes and brows, and called out softly:
“Junior Sister Xia.”
Xia Jingzhe murmured in response: “Senior Sister…”
Xu Jiao’s gaze wandered from her brows and eyes down to her jaw and neck, then disappeared into the hidden landscape beneath her collar. Her eyes gradually darkened, and she didn’t even realize that in her passion, she unconsciously revealed her true nature. She bent down to kiss Xia Jingzhe’s neck, feeling the pulse beneath, and asked in a slightly husky, seductive voice:
“This place is secluded, I doubt many people pass by. Would you like to try something with me?”
Xia Jingzhe hadn’t even heard the words clearly, bewitched just by her voice tone, and nodded as if possessed (้ฌผไฝฟ็ฅๅทฎ: literally “ghosts and gods at work,” meaning to do something inexplicably). Her whole body relaxed, allowing Xu Jiao to do as she pleased.
Only when she saw Xu Jiao’s smile like flowers (meaning a beautiful, radiant smile) and felt her collar being pulled open, with cool air gradually reaching her skin, did she realize what was happening.
Xia Jingzhe: “!”
She suddenly raised her hands to grab Xu Jiao’s hands, which had somehow been freed and were now undoing her clothes.
Xu Jiao raised an eyebrow.
As if asking why she was going back on her word.
Xia Jingzhe moved her lips, wanting to say something, but ultimately couldn’t bear to say anything. She just silently released her grip, then closed her eyes and turned her head slightly, revealing her long, elegant neck.
Only her constantly trembling eyelashes betrayed her inner nervousness.
Xu Jiao looked at the obedient person beneath her, recalled everything she had experienced in this room long ago, feeling both sighs of emotion and slight reluctance. She raised her hand to rub Xia Jingzhe’s ear, comforting her particularly docile lover:
“Don’t be afraid.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
The author has something to say:
Hehe! A counter-attack action!
If there are comments, I’ll continue writing; if not, I’ll pull the lights! (a common Chinese internet slang meaning to skip over/censor intimate scenes) (tsundere)
Yay counterattacks