I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 133 (Extra 1)

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Blending into the Dao Discussion Conference of the Heavenly Realm was much easier than she had imagined. The stolen invitation was quite useful, and the mask on her face was crafted so exquisitely that no one doubted her identity.

It was also within reason; after all, it was her—Can Zhe—who had put in the effort, and her behavior was cautious enough that it wasn't easy for anyone to spot a flaw.

Therefore, the appearance of the person standing in front of her was indeed unexpected for Can Zhe.

The night was thick with darkness. Can Zhe stood with her hands behind her back at the door, her gaze subtly scanning the figure in white moving gracefully in the distance. The cultivator, Yun Zhong Jun, wore white robes. In the Heavenly Realm, there were at least hundreds, if not thousands, of people in white, but she had never seen anyone look as suited as this person did, nor had anyone worn it as beautifully as she.

Especially when the white robes were slightly disheveled, the skin exposed beneath seemed even fairer than the fabric itself, nearly blinding her eyes.

It had been quite some time since their last meeting, and the emotions surging within her were hard to suppress. Can Zhe forced herself to suppress the smile that had begun to rise, feeling as if it had been a century since then.

She had planned to feign the appearance of a clumsy cultivator, but the person in front of her didn't give her that chance. When she spoke, her voice was cool and clear: "What are you doing in the Heavenly Realm?"

The direct inquiry was unceremonious. It was not the tone Can Zhe usually used, yet it made her abandon her pretense and let out a delighted laugh.

"How did you recognize me, Yun Zhong Jun?" Can Zhe chuckled flirtatiously, her voice shedding its disguise, "I thought you had forgotten me after all this time."

Not waiting for Yun Zhong's response, she took a step forward, leisurely walking toward the person not far away. She gazed fixedly at Yun Zhong, noticing the serene yet slightly furrowed brow, as if hesitating on how to respond to her approach. However, in the end, she did nothing and watched Can Zhe walk closer.

This person, who wore white robes every day, never became tiresome to look at. Standing there, she shone like the moon; her unadorned face was already captivating. Upon closer inspection, it was evident that Yun Zhong looked even more refined than before. She didn't like wearing lipstick, and her lip color was naturally pale, giving her a delicate, fragile appearance at first glance.

When Can Zhe leaned down to kiss her, she felt Yun Zhong flinch slightly. But Can Zhe didn't let her escape, forcefully holding the back of her head to pry open her tightly closed lips. The body in her arms remained tense, yet Can Zhe persistently took her pleasure, twisting and turning several times. Only when the pain struck her lips did she relent.

Tasting her own blood in her mouth, she found that Yun Zhong bit down mercilessly, but instead of anger, Can Zhe smiled, her gaze deliberately sweeping over the slightly reddened, tender lips of the person in front of her, which now bore a hint of her blood, reminiscent of ripe, sweet berries.

"Ah." Can Zhe feigned ignorance, grinning, "Don't you like this face?"

She saw a flicker of coldness flash in Yun Zhong's usually calm eyes, followed by a cold retort: "I'm asking you why you came to the Heavenly Realm. Are you here to steal the Dao Heart Lotus seeds?"

How boring. Can Zhe felt a wave of boredom wash over her, lowering her eyelids. What would she want with such things?

She sensed that Yun Zhong didn't understand her at all, which made her a little unhappy. Yet she couldn't help but feel a flutter of joy at getting a kiss sooner than expected. The conflicting emotions swirled within her, but she ultimately decided to tell Yun Zhong the truth. Licking the wound on her lip, which must be deep, Can Zhe casually remarked amidst a slight sting.