Song Yao was shocked. Her hands, which were trying to pry Wen Tang's hands away, paused as a sudden pang of hurt washed over her.
Although her fifth junior sister had previously kept her imprisoned, she had generally treated her quite well, and the two of them had gotten along reasonably harmoniously.
How had they reached a point today where she didn't even want to be fellow disciples anymore?
Did she detest her that much?
Feeling a bit dejected, she said, “I know you don't care, but... but you didn't have to be so blunt about it. Couldn't you be a little more tactful? Right, you don't have your love threads, so being tactful is probably quite difficult for you...”
Talking to herself, she grew a little annoyed. “But... but if you don't care, why are you still touching me? Wen Tang, you're being completely hypocritical.”
Wen Tang: “...”
She had originally been frustrated and irritated to the absolute limit, but hearing this sudden outburst, her anger vanished instantly, replaced by a strange sense of helplessness.
Where on earth did Song Yao get that conclusion from?
Song Yao shifted her body slightly, attempting to wriggle out of her confinement. “Fine,” she muttered sullenly. “It makes sense that you don't care. Can't I just stay away from you then?”
She didn't succeed.
Wen Tang pinched her waist again and dragged her back. “Song Yao, do you have any idea what Xie Zhou's feelings for you are?”
Song Yao froze. “Xie Zhou?”
Xie Zhou's feelings were truly terrifying.
She didn't understand why her fifth junior sister was suddenly bringing this up. With a somewhat complicated expression, she said, “Fourth Junior Brother seems to have some issues with his head. Don't mind him. He'll probably get over it once he figures things out in a while.”
“It seems you do know his feelings.”
Wen Tang exerted force with her hand, forcing Song Yao to slightly arch her waist and press close to her. She heard Wen Tang whisper right against her ear, “Coincidentally, I have some issues with my head as well. And I share the exact same thoughts.”
Song Yao: “?”
What did that mean?
What did she mean by sharing the exact same thoughts?
The two of them were extremely close. She was practically entirely pinned in Wen Tang's embrace. Her thin inner nightgown was lifted slightly by the red threads, and Wen Tang's five fingers sank into her exposed skin, carrying a slightly burning warmth.
Song Yao: “...”
No, no, no.
Something was seriously wrong now.
Suddenly snapping back to reality, she leaned back sharply and grabbed hold of her clothes that were on the verge of falling loose. “Wait, hold on a second! Wen Tang, you... you calm down too. You're not planning to kiss me as well, are you?!”
Wen Tang's cold eyes glared at her, the temperature around her dropping to freezing once again. The red threads bound Song Yao's hands behind her back as Wen Tang spoke with a heavily suppressed, unreadable emotion in her voice, “What do you mean by ‘as well’?”
This posture was far too dangerous.
With her waist pinned and the back of her head held, Song Yao sat kneeling in the center of the messy bed in disarray. Her clothes were half-fallen, exposing her pale, slender shoulders and neck, giving her the strange illusion that she was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
But this wasn't right.
The person in front of her was clearly her sweetest, most innocent fifth junior sister.
How had she also gone mad after waking up from a short afternoon nap?
Was she going to be slaughtered by her fifth junior sister?
How?
She had never read this kind of storybook before.
Dazed and panicked, she was forced to raise her head.
Wen Tang looked down at her, her voice flat and steady. “Who kissed you? Where did they kiss you?”
Song Yao couldn't dodge or escape. Her clear, cold eyes grew misty as she tried to reason with her. “No, that's not important. Wen Tang, I am your Third Senior Sister.”
Wen Tang leaned closer, her breath brushing against Song Yao's face, her brows furrowed. “Xie Zhou? Zhu Zhao? Or some other random stray? Tell me, and I'll go kill them.”
Song Yao was startled. “There's no need for that! A kiss won't make me lose any flesh...”
The hand on her waist tightened again, sliding down along her waistline. Wen Tang sneered, “No need? Song Yao, you really are better off being locked up on Black Cloud Mountain.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! No! Wen Tang! Are you... are you trying to pull down my pants too??”
Song Yao shuddered sensitively, yet she was held down and unable to move, her mind in utter chaos.
Seeing that her clothes were truly about to be lost, a thought flashed through her mind, and the control doll appeared in her bound palm. “Stop! Hold on!”
Wen Tang's movements abruptly froze. She stared at her, as if she had long expected such a situation to occur.
Song Yao finally had a moment to catch her breath. She wriggled and squirmed out of Wen Tang's grasp, retreating to the inner side of the bed before commanding in a hoarse voice, “Undo it.”
Red threads retracted, and Song Yao's hands were finally freed.
Rubing her aching wrists, she sat on the bed in a daze for a moment.
Something was wrong.
Something was definitely wrong.
Her fourth junior brother wanted to kiss her, and her fifth junior sister wanted to strip her clothes.
Was this some kind of coordinated method they had agreed upon to torment and get back at her?
But this wouldn't cause her any actual harm. She could easily just treat it as if she had visited a brothel.
She was truly baffled. Feeling a bit of pain in her waist, she lifted the hem of her top slightly and looked down to check.
When Zhu Zhao pushed open the door and entered, she saw Song Yao sitting in the middle of the slightly disheveled bed. Beneath her raised, loose inner shirt, a sliver of her slender waist was exposed, her skin as white as early spring snow.
A distinct reddish finger mark was clearly visible on it.
Wen Tang was still standing beside her.
“...”
Zhu Zhao's face turned instantly dark.
Last time, she had caught that shameless Xie Zhou kissing Song Yao. This time, she happened to come to the main peak to fetch some items, and sensing something unusual here, she had come to investigate, only to run right into Wen Tang...
The spiritual energy flowing through her meridians suddenly grew chaotic. Her eyes darkened as she glared at Wen Tang, unable to hide her anger.
However, when their eyes met, Wen Tang averted her gaze and let it fall back onto Song Yao, clearly far more interested in her than in Zhu Zhao.
Song Yao grimaced as she rubbed her waist. Looking up and seeing Zhu Zhao, she felt as if she had spotted a lifesaver.
The only normal person had arrived.
The only person who didn't want to mess with her had come.
She let out a huge sigh of relief. Holding the control doll, she instructed Wen Tang, “Go back to your own courtyard.”
Wen Tang paused. She glanced at Zhu Zhao, a trace of struggle flashing in her eyes, clearly unwilling.
Her senior sister was currently in such an incredibly alluring state, and staying alone with another person who harbored ill intentions was highly dangerous.
If she had known, she shouldn't have left the control doll with her senior sister.
Without the control doll, her senior sister would have been entirely hers by now.
Pouting, she cast a murderous glance at Zhu Zhao before slowly walking out.
The moment Wen Tang left the room, Song Yao collapsed backward, sinking into the bedding. “Zhu Zhao, I'm not joking. They've really gone mad.”
Zhu Zhao took a deep breath, walked over to the bedside, and stood there, staring down at her with unreadable eyes.
After being tossed around, Song Yao looked exceptionally beautiful. The corners of her eyes were pitifully flushed, her wet eyelashes clumped together, and even her lips were redder than usual.
Her inner nightgown loosely wrapped her defenseless body; it would fall off with just a single tug.
It was incredibly difficult for her not to take advantage of her vulnerability.
But now was clearly not the right time.
She wasn't like Xie Zhou or Wen Tang either.
Suppressing her impulses with great effort, Zhu Zhao asked, “What happened?”
Song Yao sighed. “Wen Tang is even more ill now. I don't know if there's another issue with her love threads. She ran into my room just now and actually said she had the same thoughts as Fourth Junior Brother, and she kept touching me.”
“Although a couple of touches are nothing, she even wanted to strip my clothes and kept hugging me. That's just a bit inappropriate, don't you think?”
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