The soft candlelight flickered and moved sultrily like a shadow dancer behind a thin, silk veil. Cheng Yu had her head turned away but Lian Song knew she was crying. Carefully, he reached for her hand, but she jerked away and nervously wrung her small hands tensely in her lap.
Lian Song’s voice was soft, gentle and full of regret, sadness and remorse. He asked, “Cheng Yu, why didn’t you tell me the truth? Can’t we start over?”
“No, Lian Song. We’re finished. Let’s go back to ignoring each other and pretend this night never happened.” Cheng Yu’s faint voice wavered and faltered.
Tears ran down her face when Cheng Yu turned, met Lian Song’s yearning gaze and wistfully replied, “Your father told me that he would kill me if we started again. My life means nothing but Heavenly Lord swore that he’d take your life and I can’t risk that. I’m afraid.”
Sorrowfully, Lian Song cried openly unable to keep his profound heartbreak at bay. He was weak and powerless to do anything against his father, the Heavenly Lord.
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Zhe Yan and Bai Qian were both unusually silent as they walked out of Tai Chen Palace. Feeling somewhat somber after hearing Cheng Yu’s disheartening story of lovers, forcibly driven apart while still madly in love with each other.
It was touching to listen to such a heartbreaking tale, when it was plainly visible that Lian Song, and Cheng Yu’s affections for each other nevertheless remained.
For thousands of years, both wore masks of indifference and acted as if they no longer cared for each other. When in reality, if anything, perhaps even more profoundly in love, due to their secret longing and forced separation.
Once again, Heavenly Lord had separated passionate lovers, due to his prejudice against mortals. So many lives damaged and lovers unjustly punished due to his bias against mortals. Lian Song and Cheng Yu then Ye Hua and SuSu, their only crime was falling in love.
After a long, pensive silence, Bai Qian firmly spoke, “Zhe Yan, how can Heavenly Lord be so vile? How can he be such a monster? He terrorized SuSu and Cheng Yu because of their mortality, and in the process hurt his son and grandson most heinously. He needs to experience a mortal trial! He needs a dose of his own medicine.”
Grievously he sighed and Zhe Yan replied in a tone that reflected his disappointment, “Xiao Wu, Heavenly Lord has changed. There was a time when he was an honorable man. Donghua Dijun wouldn’t have passed down his position to a deviant. It’s rather unfortunate. I’m still in shock over what I heard tonight.”
“An important rule in life, Xiao Wu, is never trusting someone who has so many bedazzled outfits. That means they just sit around alone and bedazzling in their clothing, while thinking about ways to make others miserable.” Zhe Yan shared one of his valuable life lessons.
Zhe Yan looked up at the sky and declared, “I’m so glad I have my orchard. I despise that it’s always daytime in Nine Heavens. I enjoy looking up and seeing the waning and waxing moon and sparkling stars. Maybe too much light has made the old man insane. The excessive brightness of Nine Heavens, and obsessive-compulsive bedazzling can lead one to madness.”
Zhe Yan wasn’t one who enjoyed talking about depressing matters, and swiftly turned the subject into one of pleasure. A corner of his mouth lifted into a playful smile, and the bright twinkle came back to his sparkling eyes. Casually, he held his hands behind his back and walked with a jaunty gait.
“Xiao Wu, it’s a small world even for immortals. Finding your mortal sister is remarkable and it was Cheng Yu. I’ve heard her name for years. If she’s as naughty as I’ve overheard, you and she are two peas in the same pod.” Zhe Yan used his hands to make the shape of a pea pod in the air.
“I can’t wait to start trouble. You, Cheng Yu and I will become the Three Musketeers of Mischief.” Zhe Yan’s exuberant smile was infectious.
Bai Qian’s voice softened considerably, and an expression of pure delight came to her face when she spoke of Cheng Yu. “It’s amazing that I’ve found her. I never thought I’d say this but I want to kiss Ye Hua’s feet for bringing me here.”
Zhe Yan nodded his head in agreement and replied in wonderment, “Life is mysterious and fate is surprising and fortuitous. This time fate has given you a gift. But she doesn’t recognize you? Are you going to tell her the truth?”
“Cheng Yu and I aren’t fated but destined. Meeting once is fate but three or more is destiny. I’ll tell her eventually but my priority is finding a way to protect her from Heavenly Lord. I need to shield her from that insane man.” Bai Qian stated and bit down on her bottom lip angrily.
She’d been furious ever since hearing about Heavenly Lord’s terrible treatment of Cheng Yu.
“Talking about insane, what are you and Mo Yuan going to do? Are you married or not?” Zhe Yan watched Bai Qian’s reaction with the utmost interest and playfully added, “Xiao Wu, he came with me. He said he was going to Xiwu Palace to find you.”
Putting his lips close to her ear, Zhe Yan teasingly whispered even though they were all alone, and there wasn’t another person anywhere around. “I guess your hubby, Tuzi, misses his new wifey.”
“Zhe Yan, don’t say things like that to Shifu. I don’t want him to feel anymore obligated than he already does. You better not pressure him into doing something that goes against his will.” Bai Qian glared and suddenly looked annoyed at Zhe Yan.
Zhe Yan’s eyes flew open in shock and he loudly exclaimed, “Aya! How can one be so dense? You are so stupid, Xiao Wu! A complete nincompoop! I feel sorry for Mo Yuan dealing with you for eternity, but it’s his karma for all the foul play I endured due to Tuzi!”
Bai Qian responded without a moment’s hesitation. “Shifu is doing what he does best which is taking accountability and comforting me. Like my father. I don’t expect anything from him. I know he sees me as his disciple and I’m not going to force him to change his ways.”
She quickly added, “It’s terrible enough that I made him break his vows of celibacy. Shifu is just being supportive and protecting me as usual.”
“HA!” Zhe Yan burst out in a single loud and lectured, “Xiao Wu, men comfort with arms, words and we listen to you cry. We don’t support, protect and sympathize others with our manhoods. When that happens, we’re the ones getting encouragement! You foolish girl! I’ll tell you one more thing. Mo Yuan never goes for seconds.”
Bai Qian swiftly turned to Zhe Yan and curiously asked, “What do you mean seconds?”
Affectionately, he threw his arm around Bai Qian’s shoulder. A full grin brightened his face and Zhe Yan winked playfully.
Zhe Yan explained, “If you’ve been with Mo Yuan more than once, he sees you as a woman. More than twice you’re HIS woman. He is the ultimate one night stand. He never goes for seconds. Ever. He’s been like that his entire life. Once he hits it, he quits it. Losses interest immediately. He has never been with the same woman twice. As in two separate occasions.”
Zhe Yan wiggled his brows up and down suggestively and asked, “Xiao Wu, how many times have you and Tuzi been together? I’ve heard he does this thing that makes the girls go crazy. Xiao Wu, what is it? Is it as fantastic as they say?”
He continued to pester Bai Qian relentlessly, “Is it with his hands, mouth or sword? Maybe a combo with hands and sword? Or mouth and hands? Mouth and sword? He is quite dexterous but I don’t think he can do all three at once. Can he? What is it? Is it mind-blowing as they say? What is it, Xiao Wu? Tell me.”
Bai Qian’s full lips flatten as she flat-out told a boldfaced lie, “I don’t have a clue to what you’re talking about, Zhe Yan. I’m Shifu’s disciple and wouldn’t know about his sexual skills.”
Privately, Bai Qian stewed in silence. So his little move wasn’t just with her. One night stand Shifu? She knew she wasn’t in the position to be angry since she was intimate with Ye Hua. However, she was profoundly and thoroughly salty.
“Pfffff! You’re such a terrible liar! It’s written all over your face. After everything we’ve been through together, and you won’t share a tiny little secret with me?” Zhe Yan smirked and complained.
Zhe Yan abruptly stopped walking when they came to the entrance to Xiwu Palace. He gestured like an usher showing a guest their seat and said, “Xiao Wu, both your husband and fiancé are probably waiting for you. Have a good time.”
Casually, Zhe Yan held his hands behind his back, and whistled a lively little tune as he leisurely walked away.
Bai Qian yelled out. “Zhe Yan, don’t leave yet. Stay with me for a few days.”
Zhe Yan turned his body but continued to walk. Backwards. He replied with a mischievous smile, “Nope, Zhen Zhen might be waiting for me but I’ll come back and play. I have to find out what happened in Tai Chen Palace after we left.”
“Au revoir, Xiao Wu. I’ll see you soon.” Like a Shakespearean actor, Zhe Yan dramatically performed a little bow, winked and vanished in a puff of cloud vapors.
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The provocatively erotic picture played on a continuous loop tauntingly in her mind. Su Jin drank her wine and remembered the libidinous look on Ye Hua’s face. His passionate appearance of pure lust, sucking on Bai Qian’s breasts so hungrily like a wild animal. The remembrance made her shudder with arousal.
The exciting image of Ye Hua in the throes of rapture, eyes closed in ecstasy. His beautiful full lips wrapped around Bai Qian’s breasts, and nipples devouring her ravenously. She saw his hands inside her dress touching her places, that Su Jin couldn’t even begin to imagine. The arousing sound of his sensuous moaning, as he urgently moved from one breast to the other, reverberated and echoed in her ears.
For Su Jin, she’d yet to experience any intimacy because she was saving herself for Ye Hua, and the new imagery of his thirsty carnal appetite was all she could see. It was the only thing she thought about all day. She wondered what it must feel like to have his lips on her breasts. His lean naked body plunging between her parted thighs and deep inside her sex.
Su Jin would allow Ye Hua to do anything he desired. Anything and everything just to feel his touch.
Su Jin craved to taste such pleasures. Her mouth salivated just thinking about his manhood inside her mouth. In their tens of thousands of years together, Ye Hua never showed any interest in wanting to bed her.
As the day progressed and the more wine she drank, Su Jin found herself wondering what was so unique about Bai Qian? She failed to see what was so extraordinary about her to make Ye Hua lose his mind? Su Jin didn’t get a chance to see her face clearly but her body appeared average.
Su Jin wondered if Ye Hua was finally showing, and discovering an interest in women and carnal desires. He was at the age when most men begin enjoying bodily pleasure. She decided their past was just unfortunate timing and he was finally ready to bed her. She would throw herself at him. How could he refuse such a tantalizing offering?
At a hurried pace, Su Jun finished her second bottle of wine and decided to go to Ye Hua’s chamber. She saw him leaving earlier and heading towards the main hall. She knew his schedule like the back of her hand, and was aware of exactly where he would be at any given time.
Full of liquid courage, Su Jin undressed, let down her hair and anxiously waited for his return in Ye Hua’s chamber.
Finally, Ye Hua walked in and bare, unclothed Su Jin threw herself at him like a wanton harlot and offered herself to him. Vaguely aware of his new facial hair, she pressed her lips hungrily to his. Swiftly, she dropped to her knees and struggled in a furor to undo his pants.
It never crossed her mind how odd it was that Ye Hua wasn’t wearing his usual black. Dressed in blue, he froze in a state of shock but he didn’t push her away. Su Jin’s mouth watered in sweet anticipation, of the taste of his manhood in her craving mouth.
Ye Hua finally snapped out from his state of surprise and pushed her way, but Su jin resisted and desperately hung on to his leg.
Breathlessly, Su Jin halfshouted, “You can do anything you want to me! Anything! I’ve been saving myself for you. Please let me taste you!”
Whoever this goddess was, she was drunk. He could smell the pungent scent of alcohol coming from her. Mo Yuan pushed the unknown, undressed woman away bewildered by her indecent behavior.
Being the gentleman Mo Yuan was, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to hurt her by being too physically forceful but she refused to release him. Who was this crazy woman? And why was she hanging on to him as if her life depended on it? Was this Ye Hua’s side consort, Su Jin? And was this normal behavior? These were the many questions running through Mo Yuan’s head, as he attempted to shake her off his leg gently.
And if the awkward situation wasn’t strange enough, in the midst of this confusing and somewhat frightening state, someone behind Mo Yuan laughed mockingly. It sounded thoroughly sarcastic and astonished. “Ha-Ha-Ha, Snort!”
Swiftly, Mo Yuan whipped his head back and Holy Sh—! It was Seventeen! The sneering expression on her face was like ‘Enjoy yourself you lecherous pig!’
It was the worst possible scenario, and it looked incredibly misleading from Seventeen’s perspective. In her eyes, she saw Mo Yuan’s backside frozen, but she couldn’t see his expression of shock and horror. She witnessed naked Su Jin on her knees in front of him, but Seventeen failed to notice she was hanging on to his leg for dear life.
So, from the back it appeared as if she’d walked in on Su Jin giving Mo Yuan oral pleasure. Consensual oral sex because he was so surprised he just stood there, and didn’t fight her off initially.
And since he was gently trying to shake Su Jin off his leg, his subtle body movement appeared as if he was moving in and out of her mouth.
Seventeen smirked and mockingly laughed in utter disbelief. In disgust, she shook her head in contempt and quietly walked away.
At first, Mo Yuan was trying to be gentle but after seeing Seventeen, he forcefully kicked the naked goddess off his leg. It was hard because her body went flying several feet away and she gasped for air.
Mo Yuan booted the goddess so hard it knocked the wind out of her. It also seemed to sober the drunken goddess up because she looked up at him in horror. He was not the man she thought he was. He wasn’t Ye Hua.
She screamed in fright, “You’re not Ye Hua!”
The goddess focused her sight and apprehensively asked somewhat fearfully, “High God Mo Yuan? Are you High God Mo Yuan? Forgive me!” Naked, she knelt and kowtowed in shame but all he wanted to do was find Seventeen.
She was quick. Like the wind. By the time Mo Yuan ran outside, Seventeen was nowhere to be seen. She’d vanished instantly. He knew his disciple’s terrible sense of direction, and went in the direction he thought she might have gone. Luckily, he was right. She was near the Heaven’s Spring in Lord of Numinous Treasures’s Realm of Supreme Purity, when he caught up and she was enraged but the smirk-like smile never left her face. A flush crept up her face and she turned scarlet.
With a quick half-ass attempt of a bow and the same smirk-like smile, Seventeen scornfully, oh so sarcastically sneered contemptuously, “Shifu, I’m sorry to have disturbed you. Forgive me for my intrusion.”
“It wasn’t as it appeared. I came looking for you.” Mo Yuan tried in vain to explain his awkward situation.
Seventeen snorted loudly, rolled her eyes and the corner of her mouth quirked up. She jeered, “Well, here I am and you’ve found me so you should go back to let her finish you off. Please enjoy yourself to the fullest.”
Mo Yuan attempted to explain himself, “Seventeen, listen to me. It wasn’t…”
She didn’t care. Seventeen wasn’t going to give Mo Yuan a second of her time. Swiftly, she spun around and started to walk away while he was still trying to explain himself. She was so stubborn!
Mo Yuan knew she wasn’t going to hear him out, and somewhat roughly pulled Seventeen into the semi-hidden area by the healing pool. He raised a privacy shield so they could speak alone.
“Seventeen, I know it looked wrong but it wasn’t as it appeared.” Mo Yuan urged her to hear him out.
“You don’t need to explain anything to me. I’m sorry to have walked in before you finished. Forgive my terrible timing.” Seventeen threw out coolly.
Seventeen then walked away, stood inches from the wall near the pool and faced it. She turned her back on Mo Yuan and crossed her arms over her chest. She was so close to the wall that her nose was almost touching it. She was actively tuning him out.
Mo Yuan tried again, “I know it appeared misleading but I wasn’t doing anything with that woman.”
Still facing the wall, Seventeen curtly retorted, “Shifu, you can do whatever you’d like with whomever you’d like. Who am I to say anything? You don’t need to explain anything to me.”
Mo Yuan carefully wrapped his hands around her waist and Seventeen stiffened immediately. Her posture straightened and she suddenly became a statue. Hard and cold like marble.
Mo Yuan’s soft voice urged, “Please, Seventeen, turn around. Let’s talk face to face.”
Her cutting tone was sharp and short, “Shifu, I have nothing to say and there isn’t anything I want to hear either. Please lower the privacy shield so I can leave.”
Mo Yuan grabbed her by the waist to turn her around, when Seventeen abruptly exploded and spat, “Get your filthy hands off me! How dare you lay your hands on me after touching that eyes stealing trash. Go back to Su Jin who was begging to suck you off!”
“Seventeen, I just walked in and she attacked me. I promise you. Why would I want her? I was looking for you.” Mo Yuan attempted to explain what actually happened.
Again, Mo Yuan tried to hold her but this time Seventeen screamed like a banshee.
Her breathing came in heavy huff and puffs when she yelled, “Get your filthy hands off my body! I’m trying to be respectful because you’re my Shifu but get your dirty hands off me!”
Her unyielding inflexibility was unbeatable. Seventeen wouldn’t budge and Mo Yuan was at a complete loss. He swiftly spun her around, grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her roughly. She shoved him back and slapped him across the face forcibly. Her dark eyes were aflame with rage, nostrils flared and her full lips pressed into a tight set line.
Mo Yuan’s temper and anger were slowly starting to escalate and intensify. He clutched her face, and violently kissed her again with the same level of urgency as before.
She screamed and tried to slap him again but Mo Yuan caught her hand midair. In silence, they glared at each other breathing heavily. Suddenly, Seventeen seized his face and fiercely pressed her mouth to his, and then roughly bit his bottom lip. Deep with her sharp fox teeth.
Immediately, he tasted blood, swiftly pulled back and stared at her in shock. Seventeen shoved him back, sneered and used a spell that pushed Mo Yuan into the healing pool fully dressed. Her fury made her magic much more potent.
The fresh crimson blood from Mo Yuan’s recently cut mouth ran down his chin, and was smeared all over her lips. Seventeen smirked and smiled triumphantly in a way, that caused one side of her full lips to curl up. She appeared so intensely wicked and dangerous, but also so strangely desirable and tantalizing. In his eyes, she looked like a wild animal in need of being tamed. Challenging. Exciting.
Mo Yuan was already extremely provoked, but Seventeen proceeded to push the last button, that would make him snap with her venomous, poisonous words.
Slowly, Seventeen strolled around Mo Yuan, who was standing in the waist-deep healing pool entirely dressed and tauntingly jeered, “Lower your shield, Shifu.” And the way she pronounced ‘Shifu’ was wholly arrogant and spiteful.
Still taunting, she sneered in a tone saturated with malice, “I’m going to let Ye Hua take me as soon as I leave here. All night long… He’s going to fill me with his CUM. I’ll keep him busy so you can finish with his side consort Su Jin.”
“Seventeen, what did you say? You’re going to do what?” Mo Yuan was floored and quickly becoming furious.
Inwardly, he queried ‘How was she able to trigger him so quickly?’ What started as a misconception and misunderstanding, was speedily growing into something bigger. Mo Yuan was beginning to lose patience, and it only intensified his extreme lust to take Seventeen immediately.
Mo Yuan didn’t know what came over him. One second he was under control, but then he speedily propelled himself out of the water. He grabbed Seventeen roughly and pulled her towards him. She tried to scratch him with her sharp fox claws but he caught her hands.
Tightly, he held them together with one of his strong, sturdy hands firmly behind her back. She twisted frantically and tried to free her hands from his grip. Mo Yuan spun her around and forcibly bent her over, while she continued to struggle and fight him off. He undid his soaking wet pants and exposed his erect manhood. He pushed her upper body down harder, pulled her dress around her waist and violently tore off her lacy, light pink panties.
Suddenly Seventeen stopped resisting him physically but continued to taunt him haughtily. “Go ahead, Shifu. Do whatever you want but finish quickly! You’re not enough to satisfy me anymore!”
Forcefully, Mo Yuan parted her legs apart with his knees and harshly shoved himself inside her, and Seventeen hissed like a cat in heat. His penetration was rough, hard and deep. He firmly held her hands behind her back with one mighty hand, and grabbed and pulled a big handful of her long silky locks with the other. He panted loudly due to his quickened breathing.
“If this isn’t enough to satisfy you, then your Shifu will give you what you need!” Mo Yuan growled and invaded Seventeen’s wet inner core most heatedly. The loud, deep noises he made sounded primal and animalistic.
Immediately, Seventeen’s body responded and she began to moan repeatedly, loudly. She snarled back, “Harder! Rougher!”
Overcome by his unleashed thirst and raging lust, Mo Yuan snarled in a low, dangerous tone, “My Seventeen wants it rough… Shifu will give you exactly what you want!”
Mo Yuan rushed and jabbed her inner warmth with hard and more in-depth impaling thrusts. His thighs violently slapped against hers. She was soaking wet down below and shrieking like a wild animal.
His massive manhood plunged and pumped into her drenched, sugar walls at a furious pace. Mo Yuan was ready to explode but she was purposely holding back. Seventeen’s body was eager and ready, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of climaxing. She’d merely allowed him to take her, but refused to grant him the pleasure of making her orgasm.
Furiously banging into her drenched lower treasure, Mo Yuan authoritatively commanded, “Seventeen, come for your Shifu. I know you’re ready.”
“No! I’m not going to! Hurry up so I can leave.” Seventeen insolently scoffed at him.
Still holding her hands behind her back, he gripped them tighter and pushed Seventeen down on bent knees. Kneeling behind her, Mo Yuan expertly angled her upper body down lower. In the precise position to hit her secret sweet spot. He thrust into her hard and deep and hit her internal pleasure button.
He growled, “Seventeen, you’re not going anywhere. You think I can’t make you come?”
Breathless but she still brazenly ridiculed. “I’m not even close to climaxing.”
Mo Yuan snarled and growled, “The hell you’re not! My Seventeen, you’re going to come for your Shifu. NOW!”
Mo Yuan started his internal attack. He felt the head of his throbbing manhood hit her hidden inner point with every insertion. He released her hands and used both his to securely grab her hips. He pulled her towards him to meet, and absorb every pounding stroke of his abyssal diving manhood.
His sizeable, thick phallus thrust into Seventeen’s wet, tight bloom with a vengeance. He panted and grunted with every delicious stroke. Being inside her felt so incredible that it made him crazy with lust. Mo Yuan felt a massive surge in her wetness and she was soaked. Her inner walls started tightening up and firmly gripped his manhood. He continued with his aggressive piercing stabs.
In his low voice, Mo Yuan groaned, “That’s it… So tight. Seventeen, come with your Shifu!”
“No! No, I’m not going to… Yes, yes… Yes… I’m coming! Don’t stop!” Seventeen started to scream suddenly overwhelmed by her powerful orgasm. Mo Yuan’s solid sword swelled fully, so much so, that he sensed the veins in his manhood thicken, and bloat from the rapid flush of blood as he clenched, jerked and intensely erupted inside her.
He peaked so intensely and hard, that his body involuntarily lurched forward and violently shook. Seventeen continuously cried out ‘Shifu’, while Mo Yuan moaned and continued to squirt his seed and fill her entirely.
They didn’t budge because they couldn’t. Neither could move or talk for a few minutes. Both Mo Yuan and Seventeen were panting and struggling to catch their winded, ragged breaths. Her swollen, lower, deep rose-hued, flower petals were slathered with his creamy juice. The excess of his abundance liquid release spilled out of her beautiful pink entrance, when he pulled out.
Seventeen finally subdued, Mo Yuan carefully lifted her upper body and tenderly held her from behind. He whispered, “Seventeen, I would never touch anyone else. Why don’t you understand my feelings for you?”
She cried and Seventeen’s body trembled. She whimpered, “You don’t see me as a woman, Shifu. I’ll always be just Seventeen to you.”
She sobbed while Mo Yuan shook his head in disbelief. He barely held back his chuckle. He was indeed at a total loss. What more did he have to do to make Seventeen understand? Why was she so blind to his affections and apparent intentions.
“I don’t know why I got so angry seeing you with Su Jin. I’m not sure why I became so enraged. I don’t understand what I’m feeling.” Seventeen softly confessed as she continued to weep.
Finally noticing Mo Yuan’s clothes were soaking wet, she apologized in a whisper, “Shifu, I’m sorry I pushed you into the water. Forgive me.”
Mo Yuan lifted Seventeen into his arms, and jumped into the healing pool with her in his embrace and softly replied, “Now we’re even.”
Their tongues danced, rolled, twirled, hungrily in a heated, ardent, passionate kiss. With great urgency, they peeled the wet clothes off each other. The audible sound of silk being torn echoed in the air.
In life, many don’t realize how they feel about a person, until someone else threatens to take them away.
Bai Qian was clueless as to what she was feeling. The relationship novice Fox Queen, an absolute beginner, discovered an unknown hidden emotion. The moment she saw Su Jin touching Mo Yuan something inside her snapped like a dry, brittle twig.
The line between love and hate is indeed fine but that thin line for Bai Qian was jealousy. Sandwiched between love and hate was her pure, undiluted, unadulterated, possessiveness of Mo Yuan.
Would Bai Qian have reacted as strongly if she’d walked in on Ye Hua and Su Jin?
Bai Qian believed Mo Yuan failed to recognize her femininity and saw her only as his disciple, Seventeen, but it was actually the other way around. She still saw him merely as her Shifu, or purposely chose to keep him in that fatherly role for a reason.
Choosing to ignore the obvious, which was Mo Yuan’s genuine love and desire for her. She kept him close for comfort however at a safe distance so he couldn’t hurt her. Why? Someone with his face once already broke her into a million unfix-able pieces.
As SuSu, Bai Qian endured the most agonizing kind of love. The pain of lies, deceit, rejection and ultimately betrayal from the one she loved most. Ye Hua promised her everything but in the end, took much more than he ever gave.
Bai Qian wasn’t even aware; she’d raised an invisible barrier, too severely scarred from her tragic love affair with Ye Hua. That revelation would come at a later time when she discovered that she was SuSu.
To be continued in the healing pool…..