The Meeting of Two Drama Queens (2)

Bai Wan had not lied to her; Han Shengyao had indeed arrived.

Lin Qianshuang felt her mind reeling. Her current posture was unusually suggestive, as if she were a delicate and yielding maiden.

Bai Wan’s words and the atmosphere she had created were particularly provocative.

When Han Shengyao had suspected her of being a lesbian, she had forced her to witness the romantic entanglements between men and women, clearly despising the promiscuity of wicked women.

Now, she and Bai Wan were alone together in the dead of night, seemingly flirting with each other.

Their conversation also involved suspicion and slander regarding the relationship between master and disciple.

One is her love rival who she wants to kill soon, and the other was her disciple, whom she had high hopes for.

Lin Qianshuang could vividly imagine the impact of the scene on Han Shengyao’s sensitive, easily angered mind. Would she be disgusted with her at this moment? After so many days, had all her efforts been in vain? These thoughts filled Lin Qianshuang’s heart with anxiety, and she timidly called out again, “Master.”

To Lin Qianshuang’s surprise, Han Shengyao did not display anger. Her gaze swept over Bai Wan and Lin Qianshuang, and she simply turned and left.

Lin Qianshuang stared into Han Shengyao’s eyes, and her body went cold as if she had fallen into an icy abyss.

She had never seen such a strange and cold look in Han Shengyao’s eyes, as if she were looking at a complete stranger.

Bai Wan admired Han Shengyao’s expression with delight, as making this arrogant woman unhappy was her greatest pleasure. Who asked her to maintain a composed demeanor every day, seeking trouble everywhere and repeatedly opposing her?

Her gaze gradually shifted towards Lin Qianshuang beside her, whose face was drained of color and her features were pale.

Bai Wan’s eyes flickered thoughtfully for a moment, and with a surge of spiritual energy, she gently released Lin Qianshuang’s hand. Her tone was somewhat assertive. “It seems that you… genuinely care for her.”

“Nonsense, how can you jest about this? If you were testing me, then you have succeeded.”

Lin Qianshuang’s composure vanished, her tone laced with anxiety as she dismissed Bai Wan with a few curt words.

Watching the crimson figure disappear into the woods, she abandoned all pretense and pushed Bai Wan away before chasing after the red silhouette.

Bai Wan observed Lin Qianshuang’s departure, her hands deftly unfurling a long whip that she secured to a tree branch. With a gentle leap, she ascended the intertwined branches, pursuing them with an agility that belied her pregnancy.

Through the dappled shade of the towering canopy, her profile was illuminated, her ink-black eyes veiled in a thin mist that concealed her thoughts.

Han Shengyao wandered aimlessly through the forest, her heart gnawed by a venomous serpent of jealousy.

Even if Shuang’er preferred women, she should not become entangled with Bai Wan. She recognized Bai Wan’s machinations to disrupt their master-disciple bond, a tactic that was both transparent and underhanded.

Yet, whenever she recalled the scene she had just witnessed, her rationality seemed to crumble, leaving her consumed by an irrational desire to destroy Bai Wan on the spot.

If she had not left so quickly, she might have done it.

She would have really fallen into Bai Wan’s trap then.

Han Shengyao sensed a powerful demonic aura following her. Although the aura concealed its strength, she could tell that the person’s cultivation was on par with hers.

Purple light flashed in her half-closed eyes, and she swiftly drew the bone flute from her waist. The light and fluttering satin yarn, like cicada wings, scattered and unfurled, and wisps of demonic qi surged towards a spot in the shadowy trees.

The demonic aura appeared and disappeared abruptly. Before she could use the demonic qi to pinpoint its location, it vanished.

“Master, you’re walking too fast. I can’t even control my demonic qi to keep up with you.”

A pitiful and aggrieved voice came from behind her.

Han Shengyao’s expression shifted, and all the demonic energy receded from her body. She turned towards the source of the voice and saw Lin Qianshuang panting heavily, leaning against a tree for support. Her clear, moist eyes gazed at her softly.

Lin Qianshuang’s chest rose and fell gently with her rapid breathing, and she clutched a drooping peach branch for support. Her naturally beautiful face was now adorned with layers of crystal-clear sweat, and her cheeks flushed with a vibrant hue.

The girl’s delicate and slender figure leaned softly against the tree trunk, her demeanor exuding an aura of fragility and vulnerability. With the vibrant peach forest as her backdrop, she presented a breathtaking picture.

Han Shengyao’s gaze traveled from Lin Qianshuang’s heaving bosom to her fair, slender neck and finally to her slightly parted, rosy lips. The glow in her eyes intensified, and her heart skipped a beat, soaring within her chest.

[Host, this sickly act of yours is perfect. Look, Han Shengyao is completely captivated.]

Lin Qianshuang observed Han Shengyao’s demeanor and said to the system with a hint of uncertainty, “Am I really convincing with this appearance? Han Shengyao’s state is still not normal. Will she have the patience to hear my explanation?”

[Don’t worry, host, I’ll give you ninety-nine points for your appearance. I’m afraid the extra point will inflate your ego too much.]

[Look at the way she’s looking at you, it’s obvious that she can’t even walk anymore, okay!]

Hearing the system’s confirmation, Lin Qianshuang felt relieved. She walked up to Han Shengyao and lowered her head slightly in an acknowledgment of her mistake, as if facing a student waiting to be reprimanded by a teacher.

“Master, there is nothing between Bai Wan and me. I was practicing swordsmanship in the Frostwood Forest, but she came over inexplicably… she… um.”

Her back was roughly pushed to the ground, where it touched the soft green grass. Falling pale pink peach blossoms swirled before her eyes, creating a dizzying effect. From above, silky black hair brushed against her face, causing an itchy sensation.

Lin Qianshuang’s lips were fiercely blocked by Han Shengyao’s. Her wrists were separated and pinned down, while her body and legs were immobilized by a heavy weight.

The hot and irresistible kiss overwhelmed her senses, short-circuiting her thoughts and leaving her mind blank. Instinctively, she tried to close her teeth to resist the forceful intrusion.

The nimble and fiery tongue explored her soft cavity, licking between her teeth. As if anticipating her rejection, it retreated from her mouth.

Lin Qianshuang exhaled in relief and was about to push Han Shengyao away when a moist sensation came from her left ear.

Her small, round earlobe was gently held, and the sensitive acupuncture point was circled and tormented with extremely slow licking and biting.

Just as she was being teased and her breath was unsteady, her lips were pried open again. The other party’s tongue forcefully penetrated through her slightly startled teeth, wrapping around her soft tongue.

Lin Qianshuang felt her earlobes’ acupoints being stimulated. Her always-sensitive tear glands itched, and tears uncontrollably flowed from her eyes, down her face and to her delicate chin.

“Shuang’er, you’re crying.”

She looked up with moist eyes, and Han Shengyao’s dark purple eyes, which were close at hand, lost their magical light. At some point, the hand holding the back of her head had been lowered.

Han Shengyao released her hand that had pressed Lin Qianshuang to the ground, and her cold fingertips gently brushed against the tears on her face. Her voice was lazy and indifferent, with a hint of desire, saying:

“Bai Wan said that you like me, but that’s absolutely wrong.

When you like someone, even if they suddenly do something to you, your reaction shouldn’t be like this. Instead, you should unconditionally obey and cater to them, with a heart full of joy and happiness.”

“So, your feelings for me are by no means fondness. Shuang’er, you’re just too dependent on me.”

For a moment, Lin Qianshuang’s confused eyes narrowed, and her expression hardened. She had already recovered from the unexpected kiss just now. Her lip was bitten and slightly swollen, burning.

Han Shengyao lowered her head and bit Lin Qianshuang’s neck, as if she wanted to use the pain to make her remember today’s lesson. Her voice sternly said, “Remember, stay away from Bai Wan. You must always remember your identity. You are a useful chess piece, and your future husband can only be the Demon Emperor. Don’t let anyone touch you.”

When Han Shengyao said these words to her, she didn’t use “this seat,” but instead used “I.”

Lin Qianshuang opened her tearful eyes and carefully studied Han Shengyao’s expression and psychological thoughts.

Evidently, she did have some feelings for her disciple. Otherwise, with her typically haughty nature, she would never use such an intimate title as “I.”

And now she was desperately trying to deny this feeling, trying to convince the disciple who “liked her” to acknowledge this truth.

Han Shengyao was somewhat moved by her, but the position of the Demon Emperor still held sway in her heart.

Lin Qianshuang averted her gaze from Han Shengyao, her heart filled with conflicting thoughts.

Making Han Shengyao fall in love with her and extinguishing her longing for the Demon Emperor was one of the many solutions suggested by the system, and it was also the next step.

Her original intention was to increase Han Shengyao’s favorability and make her value herself.

From her own perspective, she sincerely hoped that Han Shengyao would find true love, but she did not want that person to be her.

This went against her original intention.

At that moment, Lin Qianshuang resolved to carefully choose a future Taoist partner for her master before leaving. From then on, she would no longer make intimate gestures but interact with her as an ordinary friend.

Han Shengyao slowly tidied up her messy clothes, her face as cold as ice. However, she felt a bit regretful in her heart.

She had spoken too harshly, wanting Shuang’er to distinguish her emotions, but she had also hurt her.

She shouldn’t have said something like “you’re a useful chess piece”.

“Master, is the Demon Emperor really that important to you?”

Han Shengyao’s eyes froze, and her hand, which was still binding her hair, paused slightly. She had originally intended to answer no, but when she spoke, she said something else. She said coldly, “I love him, and I will never let go in this lifetime.”

“Master, I will obey your orders, and I am also willing to be your pawn.”

Lin Qianshuang’s voice lost its childishness, and she knelt down calmly in front of Han Shengyao, looking up at her gently and obediently. “As long as I can gain the trust and affirmation of my master, I will be satisfied,” she said.

Although these words were what Han Shengyao most wanted to hear, at this moment, seeing the distance and respect in her disciple’s gaze, she felt no joy in her heart. Instead, she felt a strange convulsion and pain in her heart.

Han Shengyao cast a glance at the figure kneeling in the forest with her head lowered, her demeanor forlorn. Converting her unbearable emotions into resolve, she transformed into a demonic aura and vanished.

“No need to kneel. That person is long gone. Kneeling and begging for forgiveness won’t make Sister Shengyao see you again.”