Chapter 6: A Gentle Man

“Tell me, by then, will you still fear the absence of wind, snow, and moonlight? Perhaps you’ll be surrounded by handsome men, indulging in charm… hmm...”

Before Luo Qingyao could finish, Yun Yi suddenly covered her mouth with his hand. As if punishing her for her words, he deliberately pressed his lips against hers, turning and twisting, sucking and nibbling, boldly invading her mouth…

Luo Qingyao felt as if the world spun around her from his kiss, her whole body growing weak as she collapsed into his embrace.

After a long while, Yun Yi finally released her, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. “Let’s see if you still dare talk about being surrounded by handsome men!”

Furious, Luo Qingyao broke free from his grasp, ready to engage in a fierce battle.

But Yun Yi neither fought back nor moved, simply pointing to the shelves nearby. Begrudgingly, Luo Qingyao lowered her hands.

They could fight anytime; damaging the precious items here would be disastrous. If that happened, Ning Buhui would surely punish her severely!

However, seeing Yun Yi’s triumphant expression made Luo Qingyao fume with anger. Suddenly, she lifted her foot and stomped hard on his instep.

“Ugh!” Caught off guard, Yun Yi twisted his face in pain, clutching his foot as he hopped around.

Luo Qingyao snorted in satisfaction. “Serves you right for taking advantage of me!”

Watching her gleeful expression, her eyes shimmering like a thousand pieces of colored glass, radiant and captivating, Yun Yi suddenly withdrew his foot and gazed at her with burning intensity. Only when she turned away in embarrassment did he speak proudly, “My Yaoyao is truly beautiful, especially when she’s pleased with herself!”

Luo Qingyao’s anger flared. “What do you mean, who’s your Yaoyao? Don’t get so familiar with me!”

Unexpectedly, Yun Yi was not angered. Instead, he reached out, pulling her gently into his arms, his smile tender and doting. “Alright, if you’re not my Yaoyao, then I’m yours. Does that settle it?”

“You!” Luo Qingyao was infuriated by this shameless and scheming man, yet found herself at a loss for words.

Yun Yi seemed oblivious to her anger. He took out another white jade porcelain bottle from his pocket, opened it, pouring the liquid onto his fingertip before gently applying it on Luo Qingyao’s swollen, reddened lips.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to…” Luo Qingyao thought he was up to some mischief again and tried to resist, but then heard his cool voice.

“If you like going around with chapped lips, this lord would be even more delighted!”

Hearing this, Luo Qingyao lost all her fight. Damn it, if he hadn’t mentioned it, she would have forgotten. Her lips must be swollen from that intense kiss. She stopped struggling and obediently let him apply the ointment.

His touch was light and gentle, his gaze focused and rare tenderness softening his brows, as if the little girl before him were the most precious treasure, so fragile that even the slightest pressure might break her.

Luo Qingyao looked at this side of Yun Yi, his expression tender and concentrated, his eyes like a warm spring, brimming with deep warmth and devotion, as if ready to melt her away.

She couldn’t help but stare. This man, no matter when or where, under any circumstances, remained so elegant and ethereal, gentle as jade, yet exuding a fatal charm and allure, like a bottomless whirlpool—one careless step, and you could be drawn in ever deeper, unable to escape.