Chapter 132
Amidst fervent entanglement, both tender and intense, they reached a state of utter satisfaction.
That night, Yu Yi was thoroughly sated—both within her dantian and meridians, as well as elsewhere. Song Pianxian’s scent lingered persistently in her nose and mouth, leaving her tongue tingling with pleasure.
The fragrance sachet’s effect could only last so long. Yu Yi’s eyes, slightly narrowed from contentment, continued to lick her lips, hinting at her lingering hunger. She glanced at the sachet, somewhat discontented.
Following her gaze, Song Pianxian spoke lazily, “Already finished?”
Without replying, Yu Yi avoided the damp patch spreading on the bed and retrieved the sachet. “Big Sister, are you still angry with me?”
Song Pianxian did not answer immediately. Instead, she took the object that held power over her from Yu Yi’s hand, examining it closely and sensing its aura. “With this exerting influence, am I unable to retain memories?”
Yu Yi slithered closer, arching her back and resting her head against Song Pianxian’s shoulder, first seeking forgiveness with a charming gesture. “Big Sister isn’t angry.”
Song Pianxian pushed Yu Yi away, but Yu Yi promptly leaned back in. This time, Song Pianxian remained unmoved, saying:
“Realizing your mistake now?”
Yu Yi nodded.
Song Pianxian sighed inwardly but didn’t dwell on it further. As she looked at Yu Yi, about to say something else, she suddenly paused.
Had Yu Yi’s face…changed?
Previously, with Yu Yi constantly before her eyes, any subtle alterations had gone unnoticed. But upon closer inspection now, this face differed significantly from yesterday’s—more precisely, from Yu Yi’s appearance before absorbing the spiritual fluid.
Before, Yu Yi’s features were delicate and striking, exuding a charming delicacy that evoked sympathy. Now, her bright almond-shaped eyes had become elongated, while her full lips curved enticingly, beckoning a touch. Her cheeks held a hint of allure, and even a gentle lift of her eyelids conveyed a blend of innocence and seductiveness.
Song Pianxian reached out and gently caressed Yu Yi’s cheek, letting her hand glide down the soft contours before curving her fingers under Yu Yi’s chin.
Yu Yi, still inclined to mischief, hesitated when meeting Song Pianxian’s gaze, losing her nerve. “What is it?”
“Your face…”
Yu Yi froze, suddenly remembering something she had completely forgotten amidst her ecstasy.
Now at the Golden Core stage, when Yu Yi looked within her dantian, she could see a fluffy black cat crouching there. Its head tilted upwards, tail swishing joyfully, appearing as a shadow with two golden eyes.
But…has it grown larger somehow?
No matter how much it expands, it’s still just a little beast.
Yu Yi remained expressionless. “This is a side effect of the cultivation technique.”
Song Pianxian did not respond immediately.
“Am I uglier now?” Yu Yi touched her face uncertainly. Although she hadn’t paid much attention to her appearance before, in Song Pianxian’s presence, she became acutely self-conscious.
Shaking her head, a smile flickered in Song Pianxian’s eyes, and her tone carried a teasing hint: “I can’t help but feel…you resemble me somewhat.”
“Hm?”
Song Pianxian spoke casually; Yu Yi’s features had become more alluring, aligning closer with the style of her own puppet body, making them seem similar by association. Yet after uttering those words, she genuinely began to perceive a resemblance between herself and Yu Yi.
As she pondered this, Yu Yi leaned even closer, her voice soft and seductive like wisps of smoke: “Then…do you think we look like real sisters?”
As the moon’s enchanting influence waned, it quietly retreated, giving way to the soft light of dawn.
The bed curtains had returned to their original position. The two lay entwined, hands clasped over their chests, eyes closed in peaceful slumber as if nothing had transpired.
With only an hour left until morning, Yu Yi fell asleep and experienced what could hardly be called just a dream. For the first time, she encountered Song Pianxian from her past within this vision.
In the dream, Song Pianxian’s appearance differed from that of the familiar puppet. Yet, Yu Yi knew unmistakably that this slender figure, draped in a long gown, was the soul housed within the puppet.
She surveyed her surroundings: an opulent and novel residence, a city resembling a forest of steel, cars whizzing by on the streets—
Equally peculiar, despite never having seen these objects before, Yu Yi instinctively recognized each one by name.
On guard, she turned back to observe Song Pianxian again, only to find her standing at the roadside. A glossy black sedan had stopped in front of her, its door open. With a charming smile, Song Pianxian approached and took the hand extended from the car.
It was a woman’s hand—delicate wrist, distinct knuckles, remarkably graceful.
“Have you been waiting long? The meeting ran late; my apologies.”
“The Nie Family is vast and influential, so Big Sister must be quite busy. Waiting a bit doesn’t bother me,” Song Pianxian replied, her words filled with intimacy.
Song Pianxian…was acting coyly affectionate?
Yu Yi drew a soft breath, feeling momentarily dizzy. She had never witnessed this gentle and submissive side of Song Pianxian before. Seeing her own sister playing the role of a younger sibling to another woman, Yu Yi’s expression instantly turned cold, her gaze like icy daggers piercing towards the woman seated in the back seat.
Had she been physically present at that moment, she would have already slain this interloper.
Unaware of Yu Yi’s reaction, both Song Pianxian and the woman remained oblivious.
Lifting her dress, Song Pianxian stepped into the car. As Yu Yi watched them about to depart, perhaps by sheer force of will, her perspective finally shifted. Quickly, she moved to glimpse the appearance of the woman—
The darkened rear window slowly closed before her eyes.
In the narrowing field of vision, shrinking rapidly, Yu Yi caught only a fleeting sight: a pair of red-brown eyes, deep as amber, gazing steadily back at her.
“Bzzz—”
A prolonged trembling hum split the boundary between dream and reality, jolting Yu Yi awake as she bolted upright from her bed.
“Yu Yi?”
Beside her, a voice still heavy with sleep asked, “Did you have a nightmare?”
The prolonged hum still echoed in Yu Yi’s mind, her sea of consciousness roiling like turbulent clouds. Even her thoughts felt sluggish and hazy. After taking a moment to compose herself, she finally turned towards Song Pianxian beside her.
Song Pianxian had also sat up, but unlike Yu Yi, who experienced a rollercoaster ride from the night’s sweet revelations followed by a harsh awakening, Song Pianxian remained blissfully unaware. To her, it was just another ordinary morning.
How carefree Song Pianxian is, Yu Yi thought, gritting her teeth. Yet, she couldn’t help admitting that this was due to her own artifact.
As the realization sank in, Yu Yi bowed her head, feeling disheartened yet compelled to lash out, wanting to viciously tear apart that dream—or rather, the world before Song Pianxian arrived here.
“What’s wrong?” Seeing Yu Yi’s silence, Song Pianxian asked with genuine concern, “Would you like to talk about it?”
“No.”
This time, Yu Yi responded swiftly, almost reflexively. Song Pianxian paused before saying:
“I see.”
“Indeed.” Yu Yi affirmed firmly, her tone resolute.
Initially, she had planned to reveal everything to Song Pianxian upon waking up. But now…
She wouldn’t utter a word.
Recalling those eyes identical to hers, Yu Yi pursed her lips tightly. She sat for a long while, clutching the quilt, refusing to speak further.
Underneath the bed, the little black cat clung to its drooping ears with its paws, curling up miserably into a ball.
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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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