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A faint blush crept onto Yun Yun's cheeks, and she shot Ye Chen a sharp glare.
How could he bring up sothing like that so directly?
Just how shaless is he?
As a woman, she couldn't help but feel offended. The urge to scold him rose—but she held back at the last mont.
She had always seen herself as calm and fair.
But when she looked at Ye Chen's troubled expression, her anger softened.
Was I really too harsh on him?
She had no real experience when it ca to the affairs between n and won. So she couldn't fully grasp what Ye Chen was feeling.
But… was that kind of pleasure truly so irresistible?
Yun Yun couldn't understand it.
She had lived all these years cultivating in solitude, untouched, never once desiring the embrace of a man. Hadn't she been perfectly fine?
Or… is it sothing you have to experience yourself to truly understand?
That unfamiliar thought stirred sothing deep inside her. A flicker of curiosity—dangerous and forbidden—rose uninvited in her heart.
For the first ti, Yun Yun began to wonder what it would feel like… to be held… touched… desired.
After a long, tense silence, she finally broke it, her voice calm but low.
"Is it really that unbearable?"
Ye Chen hesitated. His pride told him to lie—but the need gnawed at him too deeply. Sha colored his face, but still, he nodded.
"It is… Teacher, could you… help ?"
That was the last straw.
"Shaless!"
Yun Yun's face flushed a deep crimson—not just from anger, but from the shock of hearing such audacity aloud.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her delicate features twisted in a mix of fury and sothing else she dared not na.
"How dare you say sothing so filthy to your teacher!"
Ye Chen! Have you lost all sense of propriety? You dare tease now?"
Yun Yun's voice cracked like thunder, her temper flaring—this ti, for real.
Help him?
Help him… how?!
Her mind instantly conjured the shaful mory of the scene she'd accidentally witnessed days ago. Her pulse quickened, thoughts scattering like windblown petals.
Though a flicker of curiosity had stirred within her, the idea of actually acting on it was beyond comprehension.
He was her disciple. Her beloved disciple.
Were he anyone else, that kind of disrespect would've earned him a bone-crushing palm strike.
Did he really think a Dou Huang's dignity—a sect master's authority—was sothing to toy with?
Ye Chen stiffened at the sight of her rage. His face paled.
"No! You misunderstand!" he blurted out, waving his hands frantically.
Forcing an awkward laugh, he raised his arms in surrender.
"I wasn't finished! I ant… could you ask Junior Sister to co? I wasn't implying… anything with you, Teacher!"
"…"
Yun Yun froze, her fury dissolving into sheer mortification.
Her cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson.
She glared at him—half from lingering irritation, half to cover the deep embarrassnt curling inside her.
"Next ti, speak clearly before I misunderstand sothing that outrageous."
"Yes, Master," Ye Chen said quickly, bowing in apology.
Outwardly obedient.
Inwardly? He grumbled.
You're the one who cut off…
Yun Yun gave him a long, unreadable look. Then she turned away with a huff, clearly eager to flee the awkwardness.
"Focus on your cultivation. If you need anything, you know where to find ."
"Then… about Junior Sister?" he asked tentatively, just as she reached the door.
She paused.
"I'll speak to her. But whether she agrees or not is her decision. I won't force her."
With one last warning glare, she strode off.
But the mont she stepped outside, her composed mask shattered.
Her face was burning.
Her breath was uneven.
How could he say such a thing to ?!
She stord away, torn between indignation and humiliation.
I never should've gotten involved in this.
What do I know about n and won, anyway?
And yet, she couldn't stop thinking about his face—his expression, full of need and tornt.
And… other things.
The stains on the portrait.
The strange scent that still lingered in his room.
She might have been inexperienced, but she wasn't naïve.
A scandalous image flashed in her mind
No!
He wouldn't… would he?
She shook her head violently, trying to erase the thought.
Ye Chen had always been disciplined. Respectful. Devoted.
But… lately, sothing had changed.
Ever since that incident, his behavior had beco more reckless. More bold.
Have I pushed him too far?
With a sigh of reluctant acceptance, Yun Yun veered toward Nalan Yanran's residence.
"Fine. One last favor…"
But as she walked, her brows furrowed.
How in heaven's na do I even bring this up to her?!
"Stupid. So damn stupid."
Ye Chen muttered under his breath, pacing restlessly in his room like a caged animal.
Why did I say that to her?
Why her, of all people?
He stopped and buried his face in his hands, groaning softly.
She must think I've completely lost my mind.
I probably just shattered whatever respect she had left for .
The weight of his own recklessness pressed down on him. That mont—those words—they echoed again and again in his head, each ti more foolish than the last.
And yet… beneath the regret, a small thread of relief remained.
Because she hadn't exploded and walked away for good.
She hadn't turned cold or cut him off.
In fact… she'd agreed to help. She'd said she would speak to Nalan Yanran.
That fact alone stunned him.
She really… didn't have to do that.
A slow breath escaped his lips. His heart, still tense, beat a little steadier.
She still cares. Even if she's angry, even if she was embarrassed—she's still looking out for .
He sank onto the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair, trying to gather his scattered thoughts.
No grand declarations. No dramatic vows.
Just one quiet promise to himself.
I'll make it up to her one day.
Once I grow stronger—strong enough to stand beside her, not beneath her—I'll repay her. Not just for this, but for everything she's done.
He looked up at the quiet room, eyes lingering on the still form of her portrait.
And with a deep, steadying breath, he stood once more.
There was no ti for sha now.
He had work to do.
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