"Ma—Master?!"
Lin Qingmo cried out in shock.
He fumbled frantically, trying to cover himself.
But suspended in midair, his movents were both ridiculous and clumsy, and he nearly lost balance and fell back into the water.
After finally stabilizing himself and landing, he instinctively curled up.
His face was so hot it could fry an egg. He wished he could dig a hole and bury himself on the spot or jump straight back into the spring.
This was a full-scale social death scene!
Being completely naked in front of the master he respected most?
The embarrassnt level was off the charts!
'Ah Yin, why didn't you remind ?!'
Lin Qingmo scread internally.
"Ah Qing."
Bibi Dong's voice sounded out, calm and unreadable.
But the mont her voice fell, her figure vanished from where she stood like a phantom.
The next instant,
A presence carrying a faint fragrance and gentle warmth appeared before Lin Qingmo.
Before he could react, a soft yet irresistible force pulled him forward, and he fell into a warm, fragrant embrace.
Bibi Dong wrapped her arms tightly around his freshly erged, still water-droplet-covered body.
"Mas…ter?"
Lin Qingmo froze, his mind going blank.
Wasn't this developnt… a little strange?
His master usually cared for him, but this… was this really okay?
Moreover, he could feel the arms holding him tightening so tightly he could barely breathe.
Bibi Dong did not respond imdiately.
She gently buried her face in his damp shoulder and neck.
Taking a deep breath, as if confirming his existence or drawing in his scent.
Deep within her purple eyes, the obsession, possessiveness, and nearly mad fixation she had suppressed for so long surged forth like a collapsing dam, no longer concealable.
The boy in her arms, tempered by ice and fire, possessed a body as perfect as a masterpiece carved by a divine craftsman.
Every inch of muscle contained explosive strength and vibrant life.
That unique soul power blending the aura of ice and fire, that flourishing vitality, those clear yet resolute eyes—
Everything captivated her.
"Ah Qing…"
She murmured, her voice strangely hoarse and magnetic.
Warm breath brushed past Lin Qingmo's ear.
"You always bring surprises."
As she spoke,
a terrifying aura, vast as the ocean and deep as an abyss, spread from her without warning.
It was not an attack.
More like the expansion of a domain of absolute control.
Lin Qingmo felt as though his consciousness had been cast into a warm ocean.
Everything around him quickly drifted away and blurred.
The aura and soul power emanating from Bibi Dong gently yet forcefully wrapped around his mind, leaving him unable to resist, only overwhelmingly drowsy.
"Master… I…"
His eyelids grew heavy as he struggled to remain awake.
He wanted to ask what was happening.
But the words faded from his lips as his consciousness sank completely into darkness.
Before losing awareness entirely, he seed to hear an extrely soft sigh and whisper that made his heart tremble for no clear reason:
"Sorry, Ah Qing… this ti, I really couldn't hold back."
The Ah Yin vines covering Lin Qingmo's body and connected to his aura began to stir violently the mont Bibi Dong embraced him.
Pale-blue branches grew wildly, attempting to wrap around Bibi Dong's arms and separate the two.
Ah Yin's spiritual awareness could clearly sense the possessiveness and dangerous aura overflowing in this woman's eyes.
That was far more than the affection between master and disciple!
She absolutely could not allow Ah Qing to fall defenselessly into her hands under such circumstances!
"Hm?"
Bibi Dong slightly raised her eyes.
The tenderness in her purple pupils was instantly replaced by icy coldness.
She did not even look at the restless Blue Silver Grass.
Instead, she spoke calmly into the air:
"Ah Yin, I suggest you behave."
"Don't forget you're just a blade of grass right now."
Before her words finished,
Her free left hand lifted casually and traced a line through the air.
"Buzz."
A soul power barrier instantly unfolded.
Like an inverted bowl, the barrier completely enclosed her and Lin Qingmo.
It cut off everything inside from the outside world.
Even Ah Yin's extending vines were blocked beyond the barrier.
Inside, it beca a small, isolated world.
Outside,
All of Ah Yin's branches froze in midair, uselessly striking the invisible wall.
She could "see" the vague silhouettes inside and sense that Lin Qingmo's aura was stable, only unconscious.
But she could no longer touch him in the slightest.
She could not transmit information or interfere in any way.
A deep sense of helplessness and anxiety swept through the remaining consciousness of the Blue Silver Emperor.
Like an ordinary plant, she could only sway outside the barrier, releasing anxious spiritual fluctuations.
Inside the barrier,
Bibi Dong lowered her head to look at the peacefully sleeping boy in her arms.
Long eyelashes cast faint shadows over his eyelids.
His lips, especially rosy after the recent tempering, were slightly pressed together.
His defenseless appearance was so pure that it made her gaze burn.
The ice in her eyes quickly lted, replaced once again by drowning tenderness and obsessive possessiveness.
She extended her slender, pale fingers—her fingertips trembling ever so slightly—and gently brushed across Lin Qingmo's smooth cheek, traced along his clearly defined jawline, and finally rested on his soft lips.
"Perfect… more perfect with every mont…"
Her voice was as soft as a dream, trembling with sothing almost hypnotic.
"How could I bear to let go of an Ah Qing like this? How could I let anyone else have you?"
"Ah Qing… my Ah Qing…"
As she whispered, she pulled the boy tighter into her embrace.
As if trying to press him into her very bones.
"You are mine. No one can take you away!"
Her black robe spread like enormous wings and then gently closed, completely covering their intertwined figures.
…
Ti passed quietly amid this stillness and hidden intensity.
The next day,
The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist, gently illuminating the herb garden of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and the sleeping boy by the shore.
Lin Qingmo's eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.
The golden sunlight was sowhat dazzling.
He squinted, adjusting to the brightness.
His body felt strangely warm, as if soaked in hot water.
Yet at the sa ti, it felt as though every bone had been dismantled and reassembled, leaving a deep, unfamiliar soreness throughout him.
Especially his waist and legs, which ached intensely.
But strangely, within that soreness was a sense of clear, flowing comfort.
So long-accumulated heat and stagnation inside his body seed to have been completely guided out and released.
Every cell stretched lazily, full of vitality.
"Mm… what happened?"
He propped himself up into a sitting position.
Rubbing his aching temples.
His long hair draped over his shoulders, still slightly damp.
Last night… seed like a long, chaotic, and burning dream?
In the dream, there seed to be soft touches, scorching breath, tight embraces, and… so even more ambiguous, romantic fragnts that made one blush and heartbeat quicken.
But no matter how hard he tried to recall them, those images seed veiled by thick fog.
Vague and indistinct.
Leaving behind only a strong and ambiguous sensory mory.
End of Chapter
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