Chapter 475: Lin Yue, is this clothing Yan Qingjue’s?

Lin Yue deliberately softened her voice, attempting to play the emotional card with Ouyang Luoluo.

"Luoluo, stop messing around. If you have something to say, say it properly. Don't get physical like a bandit."

"Me, messing around?"

Seeing that Lin Yue still dared to talk back to her, Ouyang Luoluo's voice suddenly rose, her tone sounding somewhat impatient and displeased.

But she stopped halfway through her words; she couldn't say it like that. If she said it like that, wouldn't it be tacitly admitting that she was Ouyang Luoluo?

Detestable Lin Yue, even in this state, she is still playing tricks on me, huh?

Staring at Lin Yue's innocent face, Ouyang Luoluo grew extremely exasperated in her heart. She pressed her hands against Lin Yue's back and gave a fierce push forward.

A massive thrust struck, causing Lin Yue to completely lose her balance. She tripped and fell straight forward, subsequently crashing right onto the bed as luck would have it.

Before Lin Yue could roll over and climb up, a sudden heaviness weighed down on her back.

An astonishing weight pressed down. Ouyang Luoluo straddled her, clamping her legs against Lin Yue's waist sides, pinning Lin Yue onto the bed.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Lin Yue supported herself with her hands on the bedstead, attempting to prop her body up.

Seeing this, Ouyang Luoluo was quick-witted and fast-handed. She grabbed Lin Yue's two wrists, gave them a forceful yank backward, and twisted her hands behind her back.

Lin Yue desperately twisted her body, kicking her legs wildly on the bed.

But no matter how much milk-sucking strength Lin Yue exerted, it was all in vain in the end.

Whether it was physical strength or the level of cultivation, she was far inferior to Ouyang Luoluo. Consequently, Lin Yue gave up struggling as if resigning herself to fate.

Seeing that Lin Yue had finally become well-behaved and stopped bouncing around, Ouyang Luoluo then looked down condescendingly at the woman beneath her, questioning her unhurriedly.

"Lin Yue, where have you gone these past dozens of days? I went to look for you at the Hehuan Sect for half a day, turning those damned courtyards upside down, and didn't even see a ghost's shadow."

Ouyang Luoluo said through gritted teeth.

"Speak! Did you go on a honeymoon together with that Yan Qingjue? Confess honestly to me, and don't play tricks with me."

Lin Yue lay prone on the bed with her face turned sideways, just as she wanted to open her mouth to defend herself.

"Crack——"

A crisp sound of breaking the air resounded inside the room.

Out of thin air, a red leather whip appeared in Ouyang Luoluo's hand. She swung it forcefully in mid-air, and then poked Lin Yue's shoulder with the whip handle.

"Did you hear what sound this is? If you dare to say even half a sentence of falsehood, don't blame the whip in my hand for being merciless."

"Luoluo, you're playing for real."

"If I'm not playing for real, am I supposed to play fake with you?"

Lin Yue was also someone who readily cowed. Seeing that Ouyang Luoluo had started acting for real, she hurriedly said submissively.

"I'll talk! Won't I talk! It's just… these past dozens of days of mine…"

"Stop."

Suddenly, Ouyang Luoluo spoke up again to interrupt.

"Don't speak yet."

Lin Yue was completely baffled. First telling her to speak, then telling her not to speak, what kind of act was this supposed to be?

Ouyang Luoluo did not explain; her gaze was glued to Lin Yue's clothing.

Just now, when Lin Yue was violently twisting and struggling, that oversized white outer robe slid down her shoulders by more than half, its sleeves growing a large section longer and piling up at her wrists.

It was very obvious that this clothing was simply not Lin Yue's own.

Ouyang Luoluo's eyes were gloomy. She pinched that piece of white fabric, rolled it between her fingertips, and felt that the texture was cool and smooth.

Lin Yue usually wore the Disciple attire of the Hehuan Sect; how could she suddenly change into such a precious white robe?

Could it be Yan Qingjue's?

As soon as this thought popped out, jealousy surged greatly in Ouyang Luoluo's heart.

If this clothing truly belonged to Yan Qingjue, she would want to tear this white robe into pieces right now, ripping it strip by strip, and even if Lin Yue were stark naked, she wouldn't care.

Ouyang Luoluo's voice cooled down, and she said jealously.

"You surnamed Lin."

"Is this outfit of yours given to you by Yan Qingjue?"

"What?"

Lin Yue reacted quickly, biting the bullet to lie.

"No."

"I bought it myself. I've gotten fatter recently and wanted to wear something looser."

"Oh? You bought it?"

Ouyang Luoluo said half-believingly.

"Then why is Yan Qingjue's name embroidered on the collar of the clothing?"

"What?"

The moment Lin Yue heard this, her body shook—an obvious sign of a guilty conscience. Ouyang Luoluo also noticed Lin Yue's subtle movement and was certain that she had hit the mark.