Chapter 7: 7.第7章 心再一次跳动

The rosy glow on Yun Jin's cheeks deepened, as shyness and anger converged to add a rich hue to her face.

Who did he think he was? Did he think he could do whatever he pleased just because his cultivation was higher? That sensation just now... that wet, soft, and slippery feeling seemed to still linger on her body.

The more Yun Jin thought about it, the angrier she became.

This was nothing short of an insult!

Thinking of the wanton audacity of his tongue, and the soft, melting sensation that had almost caused her to lose herself just moments ago, Yun Jin's fury surged upward uncontrollably.

It wasn't just directed at him, but at herself as well.

However, the culprit was the man standing before her.

He seemed to be lost in thought, or perhaps savoring the scenes of moments past. A flash of ruthlessness and killing intent flickered in her eyes; her slender legs kicked off the ground, and she lunged forward like a hunting leopard, her right hand shaped into a claw, reaching for Murong Yuchen's throat.

At this moment, Murong Yuchen was finely savoring that fragrant breath, the sweet taste, and the smooth texture.

*I really want to keep her in my mouth forever,* he thought to himself.

Yun Jin suddenly struck, her hand actually locking directly around his throat—a direct hit!

Murong Yuchen was stunned, and even Yun Jin herself was stunned.

Just like that, she had succeeded?

With Murong Yuchen's level of cultivation, he knew very well that there was no danger in the vicinity, and as for Yun Jin, he had never expected her to suddenly attack him. By the time he reacted, his throat was already gripped tightly in her hand.

Murong Yuchen was greatly shocked. This strength, this speed—was this truly what a little demon without cultivation should possess?

At the same time, he smiled bitterly to himself.

This little demon's influence over him seemed to be even deeper than he had imagined.

"This is a warning," Yun Jin said, staring into his eyes.

Murong Yuchen did not ignore the anger and killing intent in her gaze.

She truly wanted to kill him.

As this realization formed, Murong Yuchen felt a tightness in his chest, and a towering rage swept through him. With a flash of white light, before Yun Jin could even react, she was sent flying by a powerful force, her water-green figure tracing an arc through the air.

Immediately following, a white shadow swept forward, catching her carefully in his arms.

Blood seeped from the corner of Yun Jin's lips, and she smiled bitterly in her heart: As expected, these flashy movements from her past life were nothing more than trivial tricks in the eyes of those with cultivation.

Her vision suddenly went dark as an incomparably handsome face pressed down upon her, carrying a tempest of fury.

Yet, when his lips met hers, he became infinitely gentle, touching her with extreme care, lightly turning and grazing her lips to tenderly lick away the blood. His movements were so delicate, as if he were afraid of hurting the wound on her lip.

A gentle breeze blew past, fluttering Murong Yuchen's white robes and Yun Jin's water-green dress. Their clothes danced and their long hair intertwined; above, the clouds rolled and drifted, while all around was silent, as if even the birds had ceased their chirping to avoid disturbing this beautiful scene.

Yun Jin kept her eyes open, watching the man who was kissing her so earnestly.

Murong Yuchen's bright eyes were now softly closed, his handsome face filled with seriousness and intoxication. He was so cautious, as if the person before him were his most precious treasure.

A warm palm tightly embraced her slender waist; the startlingly delicate and supple sensation made him want to hold her tighter, and then even tighter. Especially the two soft mounds pressed against his chest, which left him utterly enchanted!

Looking at his serious expression, smelling his warm scent, and feeling the heat emanating from her waist, Yun Jin no longer struggled or resisted. As the ice cracked, the heart within her chest suddenly gave a throb.

The heart that had once died began to beat once more.

"Remember, my name is Murong Yuchen."