Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 288 286: Xiaohan, If You Really Hate Me, Then Hold It In For Me

Pei Yuhang's breath hitched. A flicker of emotion, nearly imperceptible, crossed his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

His tone was flat, as if discussing something trivial. "...You, why are you asking this kind of question?"

Shang Miaoyan chuckled softly. Her fingertips slid down his collar and came to rest on his chest, tapping lightly as if to feel whether his heartbeat was erratic.

"What, can't I ask? Fan Ya told me the other day that you were in a terrible mood after hearing that woman's name~"

Shang Miaoyan's gaze was locked on his face, trying to catch the slightest crack in his expression.

"I haven't met with her... Whether that Jade Pool Saintess is Qianqian or not, it has nothing to do with me anymore." Pei Yuhang's voice was low, laced with a barely noticeable tension.

He instinctively didn't want Shang Miaoyan to know about Lin Qianyan. His life was chaotic enough as it was. There was no telling what kind of trouble Shang Miaoyan would stir up if she found out he and Qianqian had reconnected.

So, he simply told a lie, hoping to put her off.

Little did he know, this lie caused the eyes of Shang Miaoyan, who knew the truth, to turn dangerous, a heart-stopping chill glinting within them.

'Her Xiaohan... was actually lying to her without so much as a blush!'

'Was this that little bitch Lin Qianyan's idea?'

Pei Yuhang's distrust filled Shang Miaoyan with an unprecedented sense of insecurity. Even though he was right beneath her, she couldn't shake the feeling that he might escape at any moment.

Her eyes flickered. Instead of calling him out directly, she said lightly:

"Xiaohan, you can't possibly still be thinking about her, can you? As a man with a Dao Companion, you shouldn't be clinging to old flames~"

Pei Yuhang's brow furrowed. An inexplicable irritation rose in his heart, and his breathing grew slightly ragged. Shang Miaoyan's words had clearly struck a hidden nerve.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes, and his voice turned several shades colder.

"Shang Miaoyan, look at the position you're in, lying on top of me! You have the gall to say such things?!"

Hearing this, Shang Miaoyan didn't pull back. Instead, she pressed even closer to him.

Her arms wrapped gently around his neck. Her red lips nearly touched his ear, her breath fragrant as she exhaled. The warm puff of air brushed past his earlobe, carrying a tantalizing tingle.

"Xiaohan, don't lump me in with those seductive tramps outside~ They're just banshees who want to use you up and spit you out. Unlike them, I only want to cherish you~"

Her voice was seductively soft, yet her eyes held a hint of cunning and provocation, as if she were testing Pei Yuhang's limits.

Her pale fingertips traced a light path across the back of Pei Yuhang's neck, sending a faint, tickling sensation through him that made his body instinctively heat up.

Faced with the persistently clingy Shang Miaoyan, Pei Yuhang snorted coldly and turned his head away, refusing to look at her.

But after a moment of silence, his tone suddenly became low and serious, laced with an undeniable warning. "Lin Qianyan's affairs... are none of your concern. I, Pei Yuhang, know what I'm doing!"

When Shang Miaoyan heard Pei Yuhang tell her to mind her own business, the smile on her face faltered slightly.

A woman with a possessiveness that bordered on obsession, who had already suffered the painful experience of Xiaohan escaping her grasp once—how could she possibly stand by and watch Pei Yuhang slip from her control completely?

A flash of coldness appeared in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

"Xiaohan, you don't understand women. You'll be taken advantage of by a bad one~ Sister Liyuan is very naive, too. Even if it's just for Sister Liyuan's sake, I have to help you keep watch."

As she spoke, Shang Miaoyan's fingers gently caressed Pei Yuhang's cheek, only to be mercilessly slapped away.

Pei Yuhang looked at Shang Miaoyan coldly, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"You don't have to pretend you're looking out for Liyuan to hide your own vulgar, unbearable possessiveness!"

He stared directly into Shang Miaoyan's eyes, his gaze as sharp as a sword, carrying an intimidating pressure.

"Business Saintess, I hope you won't take matters into your own hands and pull strings behind my back. I still haven't settled the score with you for all the ways you deceived me a hundred years ago."

The smile on Shang Miaoyan's face gradually faded. "Does Xiaohan mean to admit that you've been in contact with that Jade Pool Saintess?"

"No."

As he spoke, Pei Yuhang's breath hitched. A complex emotion flickered in his eyes before he quickly suppressed it.

"Really? Xiaohan, you wouldn't lie to me, would you~?"

Pei Yuhang's brow twitched. After being repeatedly tested by Shang Miaoyan, impatience finally flashed in his eyes.

"Whether I have or not, my affairs are not for you to judge... Even if something did happen between me and Lin Qianyan, the one I should apologize to is Liyuan. It has absolutely nothing to do with you!

You, Shang Miaoyan, are not worthy of my guilt! And I don't need to report my every action to you."

The smile on Shang Miaoyan's face vanished completely. The chill in her eyes intensified as her fingers twisted Pei Yuhang's collar, her knuckles turning white.

Pei Yuhang's words were like a volley of cold arrows striking her heart.

They told her, without a shred of mercy, that everything she had done was in vain, shattering all her expectations and tender feelings.

Watching Shang Miaoyan's shoulders tremble, Pei Yuhang finally let out a harsh breath, a long-lost feeling of satisfaction welling up inside him.

The corners of his lips quirked up slightly as he continued, "What, not convinced?"

"Unless you do what you did before in the Saintess Hall—lock me in a golden birdcage with an Imprisonment Array and monitor me twenty-four hours a day!"

"Otherwise, stay out of my business—"

However, before he could finish, Shang Miaoyan suddenly leaned down and sealed his mouth with her red lips.

Her actions were forceful and domineering. She even bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, a clear refusal to be denied, as if pouring all her emotions into that single kiss.

Pei Yuhang's eyes flew open. He tried to push away the perverted woman on top of him, but strands of Red Ling Silk shot out from somewhere on the bed and quickly bound his limbs, immobilizing him.

Beyond the bed, on its rack, the Silent Sword wobbled slightly. Clearly, the Sword Spirit within had sensed its master was in "trouble."

But Bai Jingjing remained indifferent, with no intention of coming to the rescue.

She understood now. This was clearly just some kinky game between the "little couple," Pei Yuhang and Shang Miaoyan. Why should she get involved?

She never pleased either of them anyway!

And so, having lost the initiative and without his sword at his side, Pei Sword Immortal was like a fresh fish on a cutting board, left to Shang Miaoyan's mercy.

Shang Miaoyan roughly tore his clothes, her movements no longer gentle, filled only with cathartic violence.

She pulled off her own silk stockings, still warm and faintly fragrant, rolled them into a ball, and stuffed it into Pei Yuhang's mouth. Then, she whispered:

"Xiaohan, you've hurt me so much. I don't want to hear you speak tonight."

"Tonight, I'm also going to seal your Cultivation. You're not allowed to recover even a shred of stamina."

"I hope that by dawn, Xiaohan, you still have the strength to say such heartless things to me~"

Under Pei Yuhang's furious gaze, Shang Miaoyan lowered her head.

With his Spiritual Qi sealed, Pei Yuhang slowly lost himself to the invasion of Shang Miaoyan's unparalleled Charm Technique...

And Shang Miaoyan, having just been treated so coldly, would naturally show him no mercy.

Watching Pei Yuhang's brows furrow in pain, she began to laugh with satisfaction, so hard that tears welled in the corners of her eyes. "How is it, Xiaohan?"

"Is this the extent of your loyalty to your Dao Companion? If you've got the guts, then hold it in~!"

"You look down on me the most, don't you? Fine! Then I'll have the woman you despise most send you to the highest heavens!"

"Hahaha~ So what if it's Ye Liyuan? So what if it's Lin Qianyan? They'll never get the chance to see this adorable little expression of yours~!"

"You can only make this cute face for me! It belongs to me! Mine!"

Pei Yuhang's body trembled, the taut string of his self-control finally about to snap.

This was simply... impossible to endure.

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"Sigh~ Ah Han isn't coming back tonight..."

Ye Liyuan lay on her bed, bored and lonely, dangling her small, white-stockinged feet in the air.

"I even prepared a 'little bunny' outfit... If you don't come back to keep me company tonight, you can forget about ever seeing me wear it!"

Ye Liyuan grumbled, her beautiful eyes drifting to her side, to the heart-pounding "little bunny" outfit.

She got up and leaned against the windowsill, her gaze distant as she looked out at the bright, full moon.

Moonlight spilled like water onto Ye Liyuan's face, illuminating her elegant but slightly sorrowful features.

She sighed softly, the sound low and drawn-out, as if trying to exhale all the frustration in her heart.

"But Ah Han only went out on important business for the Sect. He's working so hard to make a better life for the Cold Palace Sword Mansion, for me, and for Yueqiu and the others.

I really shouldn't blame him..."

Ye Liyuan tapped her head, her tone a mixture of self-reproach and helplessness. "Liyuan, you should be more considerate of Ah Han! He works late into the night for the Sect every day. He's working so hard, and yet you don't understand him!"

She pressed her palms together, closed her eyes, and prayed silently to the bright, full moon, a symbol of pure love.

"Oh, moon... please let everything go smoothly for Ah Han, and let him come back to me soon..."