Chapter 178: Here, there, all of it is mine!

Yan Qingjue was not infuriated by this roar.

In fact, she did not even turn her body around, merely tilting her head slightly to glance at Ouyang Luoluo.

The next second.

Snap.

The invisible layer of chill in the air suddenly contracted.

Ouyang Luoluo was still gesticulating wildly and shouting, her mouth just opening as she wanted to hurl even harsher curses.

A crystal-clear block of solid ice instantly sealed her lips and tongue.

"Mmph!! Mmph mph mph!!"

Ouyang Luoluo desperately tried to make a sound.

But no matter how she struggled, aside from causing a few ice shards to fall, it was completely useless.

"How truly noisy."

Yan Qingjue withdrew her gaze, indifferently spitting out four words.

The world finally quieted down.

Having dealt with the noise source over there, Yan Qingjue's attention returned once more to the trembling prey before her.

She had not forgotten what she was here to do because of the previous interlude.

On the contrary.

Ouyang Luoluo's protective stance just now caused the nameless wicked fire in her heart to burn even brighter.

Yan Qingjue closed in on Lin Yue once again.

"No one is disturbing us now."

Her voice was very soft, yet it gave Lin Yue goosebumps all over.

"Just now…"

"Did those hands touch your waist, hm?"

Yan Qingjue's fingers traced along Lin Yue's collar, slipping inside without the slightest obstruction like two icy venomous snakes.

"Hiss——"

Lin Yue drew in a sharp breath of cold air, her entire body rigid.

Yan Qingjue's hands were very cold, lacking even the temperature of an ordinary person, pressing directly against her warm skin just like that.

Wherever her fingertips passed, they left behind trails of invisible trembling.

"Sen— Senior Sister… Don't… like this…"

Lin Yue's voice was trembling, and her hands wanted to push Yan Qingjue away, yet she didn't dare use any force at all.

"Don't move."

Yan Qingjue let out a low cry, the palm that had been lingering near the collarbone suddenly increasing its strength, even probing downwards along the way.

That intense sense of aggression made Lin Yue's mind go completely blank.

Even more fatally, Yan Qingjue's other hand was not idle either.

That slender hand slid like a phantom down Lin Yue's waist, accurately clasping onto the spot Ouyang Luoluo had touched just moments ago.

But she did not pull Lin Yue into her arms the way Ouyang Luoluo had.

Her palm pressed against the fabric of the outer side of Lin Yue's thigh; although separated by clothing, that tactile sensation was even more agonizingly overwhelming than direct contact.

Then.

A fierce squeeze.

It was a kneading filled with a punitive nature—rough, without the slightest bit of mercy.

Lin Yue's legs went soft; had she not been leaning against the wall, she probably would have collapsed to her knees on the spot.

"Ugh… Mn…"

An irrepressible gasp spilled from Lin Yue's lips.

Her cheeks instantly flushed with a layer of crimson.

"How… how can you… in a place like this…"

Lin Yue pleaded incoherently, her peripheral vision scanning anxiously around her.

"Senior Sister! So many people are watching… Th-this isn't good, right?"

Lin Yue was practically on the verge of tears, her hands clutching tightly onto Yan Qingjue's forearm, attempting to stop those rampaging hands.

"What's not good about it?"

Yan Qingjue did not stop the movements of her hands in the slightest.

She took an even closer step, pressing the weight of her body against Lin Yue. In those eyes flickered a dangerous flame that people couldn't quite fathom.

"She can touch you, but I cannot?"

"Or could it be…"

Yan Qingjue lowered her head.

"You prefer the way she treats you?"

The vinegar in these words was so thick it was practically palpable, yet the person in question seemed completely oblivious, feeling only that she was carrying out legitimate "cleaning" work.

Fairy Mengdie at the side was completely dumbfounded.

She almost failed to hold onto the guqin in her hands, letting it drop to the floor.

Was this the flower high upon the snowy peak in her heart? That otherworldly Qingjue Sister who regarded all things as mere grass and mustard?

She couldn't even believe her own eyes.

That ice-cold Yan Qingjue was actually pinning another woman against the corner of the wall right now; not only were the movements of her hands so… so bold, but even the expression on her face possessed an unprecedented vivacity.

That wasn't coldness.

That was an ignited volcano—covered in pristine white snow on the outside, yet filled with boiling magma within.

"This… this…"

Fairy Mengdie muttered to herself, feeling as though her worldview was undergoing a magnitude-eight earthquake.

She had originally thought Yan Qingjue treated that Junior Sister as some kind of important chess piece or tool.

But look at this scene now.

How on earth was this treating someone like a tool?

That was clearly the extreme possessiveness reserved for one's private property, refusing to allow anyone else to lay even a finger on it!

This contrast.

This usual aloofness, and the "bestial nature" that only surfaced in front of this Junior Sister…

Was actually…

So deliciously ship-worthy?!

Not only did Fairy Mengdie's face not show any expression of disillusionment, but a strange blush crept across it instead. She even very "tactfully" averted her gaze and sidestepped a couple of paces, trying to clear out more space for the two of them to play out their dynamic.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Luoluo, sealed inside the block of ice, was about to blow a gasket.

She watched this scene unfold with her own eyes.

Watching Yan Qingjue's hands run amok all over Lin Yue's body.

Watching Lin Yue flush and grow weak in Yan Qingjue's embrace.

That was something only Dao Companions would do!

That shameless old woman Yan Qingjue! How dare she!

"That is mine!"

Ouyang Luoluo was trembling all over with anger.

If not for her mouth being sealed, she definitely would have cursed enough to blow the roof off this Qimeng Immortal Pavilion by now.

"Wuwu wu!! Wu!!"

She could only emit such feeble protests.

However.

Whether she was angry or protesting.

To Yan Qingjue, who was immersed in her "cleaning" work, it didn't matter at all.

"Remember this."

Yan Qingjue finally stopped the movements of her hands.

She withdrew her hand from inside Lin Yue's clothes, and with extreme malice, lightly patted Lin Yue's burning cheek using the very hand that had just touched Lin Yue's skin.

"Here."

She pointed at Lin Yue's heart.

Then she pointed at the slightly raised section of skin below Lin Yue's lower abdomen.

"Here, all of it is mine."

"If you ever dare let those messy people touch you again…"

Yan Qingjue did not continue, but the air that instantly condensed into ice in her hand had already finished the rest of the words for her.

How could Lin Yue dare to retort?

Right now, she was like a broken ragdoll, leaning against the wall and gasping heavily.