Chapter 118: What Had Once Been Experienced

“Little one, do you find it amusing to tease the sect leader?” Ling Yuan stood by the couch, looking down at Yun Zui from above.

Yun Zui pursed her lips in silence. At this moment, she couldn't speak; even if she asked, it would be futile.

Ling Yuan knew Yun Zui couldn't speak, yet he did not release the mute seal on her. Instead, he took off his shoes and climbed onto the couch.

Yun Zui’s eyes glared fiercely—could it be that Ling Yuan really intended something more?

The thought flashed through her mind just as Ling Yuan approached and gently lifted her up.

Her body was soft and limp, not resisting but not stiff either.

Cradling her in his arms, Ling Yuan crossed his legs and let Yun Zui rest comfortably against him.

He wore a silver gauzy robe, his chest partially exposed, revealing a firm torso and two faint moles. His legs were long and straight, his skin flawless.

A faint, refreshing scent clung to him, reminiscent of lotus flowers. His black hair was half down, half tied, exuding a deadly allure.

If Chi Mie was sinister charm, then Ling Yuan was the embodiment of feminine seduction, without exaggeration.

Yun Zui felt Ling Yuan’s body heat through the thin, translucent fabric against her back.

She had expected his embrace to be warm, but to her surprise, it was chilling.

A subtle coolness lingered.

Ling Yuan remained silent, holding Yun Zui close. He lowered his head, his long curled lashes fluttering like delicate fans.

“Are you angry?” Ling Yuan’s voice was sultry and enchanting. He was very close, his warm breath brushing against Yun Zui’s face, tickling her.

Yun Zui glanced sideways at him. Anger was an understatement; she was burning with rage!

Yet her body was limp and powerless, making it impossible to express the fury within.

“Heh.” Without receiving a response, Ling Yuan was unfazed. Instead, he curled a lock of her hair with slender fingers and brought it to his nose, inhaling softly.

Yun Zui was clueless about his intentions, frustrated by her inability to speak.

“Little one, it seems you don’t remember me,” Ling Yuan’s eyes shimmered with a hint of sadness.

Yun Zui was stunned—remember him?

Immediately, she thought of the Yun Zui from the past, the ancient Yun Zui. Could they have known each other?

What Yun Zui did not realize was that Ling Yuan was referring to Su Rantong!

Yet, Yun Zui had no idea Su Rantong even existed.

“But now, we can get to know each other anew,” Ling Yuan’s hypnotic voice continued.

Slowly, he lowered his head, his expression tinged with pity and sorrow. His pale lips brushed against Yun Zui’s shoulder.

With his pearly teeth, he gently bit her collar, slowly pulling it down.

Yun Zui’s nerves tightened instantly. This man—he really intended to do something!

Stopping at her shoulder, he revealed her pale, translucent skin. Ling Yuan’s cheek pressed lightly against it, rubbing softly, like a gentle kitten.

“Whenever the cold days come, my face aches terribly. Do you ever feel sorry for me?” Ling Yuan’s voice was filled with melancholy, like a wounded little animal that stirred deep sympathy.

Yun Zui was utterly bewildered. What? His face aches?

Both Ling Yuan and Chi Mie seemed afflicted with some ailment.

Though they were strong, who could know what hardships they had endured behind their strength?