Chapter 482: Lin Yue, you were always my person!

Beneath her, Ouyang Luoluo's cheeks were flushed, and she was panting heavily; her originally neat hair bun had already come undone, making her look a complete mess.

Even the white undergarments she wore close to her body had been secretly and forcefully torn to shreds by Lin Yue during the recent tug-of-war, leaving her completely exposed without any cover to Lin Yue's sight.

Lin Yue herself was in no better shape; that close-quarters combat just now had consumed a massive amount of her physical strength, and her entire body was drenched in fragrant sweat.

The two of them faced each other naked just like that, their skin-to-skin contact turning translucent, their sweat mixing together, and with the slightest movement, they could feel the sticky sensation of each other's skin.

This feeling was very uncomfortable, but Lin Yue didn't care; she looked down at Ouyang Luoluo, the corners of her lips raised high, the smugness in her eyes practically overflowing—she had finally pinned this haughty Young Miss to the ground.

Beneath Lin Yue, however, Ouyang Luoluo's reaction was the complete opposite extreme; she bit her lip, filled with intense reluctance—clearly the advantage was hers, so how did it get reversed?

If she had acted just a bit more ruthlessly earlier, if she hadn't hesitated for those few seconds when Lin Yue was explaining, the person pinned underneath right now would definitely be Lin Yue.

Unfortunately, what's done was done.

The Moon God Lock formed from Taiyin spiritual power tightly restricted her, yet relying purely on her Physical Body strength, she simply couldn't flip Lin Yue off her, so Ouyang Luoluo commanded in a frustrated tone.

"Lin Yue, what? Do you want to rise up and become the master now? Get off this Young Miss right now, quickly!"

Yet Lin Yue didn't take those words to heart at all; unhurriedly, she tucked a few strands of bangs hanging before her forehead behind her ear, then lowered her body, her warm breath blowing onto Ouyang Luoluo's face as she said with a smug smile,

"Hey, hey, hey, Luoluo, you're being utterly delusional. You want me to get down? You're honestly overthinking it."

"Did you forget the bet you promised with your own mouth just now? I certainly haven't forgotten; since it's come to this, how could I possibly let you win so easily?"

"Besides, if I lose, wouldn't I become your person? Then in the Qingyun Sect from now on, would I ever have a day where I can hold my head high and be a person? No way."

"You were always my person to begin with!"

Ouyang Luoluo widened her eyes, staring straight at the face above her; the dry heat brought by that ointment, combined with a certain nerve touched deep within her heart, made her blurt out straightforwardly,

As soon as those words came out, Lin Yue's movements paused, and her heartbeat went into chaos.

No way? What did I just hear?

All sorts of thoughts darted around in Lin Yue's mind, her first reaction being whether Luoluo's cranial nerves had burned out.

Usually she smashed my head with Spirit Stones every day, opening and closing her mouth only to tell me to get lost, and now she actually blushed and loudly proclaimed that I was her only one?

Seeing her looking so serious that she even showed some Life Qi, and completely unlike she was joking, could my status in her heart really have risen to such a degree?

Lin Yue's gaze was complex.

"Really? Luoluo, since my status in your heart is so high, then why are you still… still getting married to that person?"

"Fake!"

Ouyang Luoluo shouted in a fit of shame and anger; after shouting those two words, she felt completely uncomfortable all over, looking left and right, her line of sight flying around everywhere, looking somewhat embarrassed.

But Lin Yue didn't plan to let her off so easily.

Fake? Which sentence from this girl is even true? Could it be that the so-called grand wedding ceremony was fake too?

Lin Yue pursued the question.

"What's fake? Luoluo, make yourself clear, that grand wedding of yours…"

Before she finished asking, her voice came to an abrupt halt.

Because she suddenly felt the person beneath her move; when Ouyang Luoluo had turned her head away just now, her line of sight happened to fall upon that small porcelain bottle, which was very close, right at hand, and she only needed to stretch out her arm to grab it.

"Wait."

Lin Yue jolted awake.

"Luoluo, what are you doing!"

Ouyang Luoluo's right hand had slipped out at some unknown point, taking advantage of those few seconds of Lin Yue's Divided Soul to reach straight for that small black medicine bottle.

And Lin Yue followed right behind, lunging forward fiercely; both of them touched that small medicine bottle at the same time, neither willing to let go, as just how dangerous this thing was, the two of them knew better than anyone else in their hearts.

"Lin Yue! Let go of me!"

Ouyang Luoluo dug her fingers hard into the porcelain bottle, her tone full of warning as she exerted strength in her body, trying to pull it into her own embrace.

How could Lin Yue let her get her wish.

"I won't let go!"

"If I let go, wouldn't that let you succeed? I'm not that stupid!"

"You're courting death!"

The flames of war escalated once again; their hands constantly gripped that small black bottle, wrestling back and forth right in front of their bodies, neither giving an inch.

But what was most fatal was that Ouyang Luoluo had found pouring the ointment too troublesome and had casually thrown away the cork earlier, so at this moment the bottle had no lid.

During the intense shoving just now, the opening of the bottle was upside down, facing directly toward the two of them, but the two were still desperately fighting for it and hadn't noticed that it was reversed.

In the process of their contention, the transparent ointment inside gathered more and more at the bottle mouth due to momentum, until that small clump of transparent ointment finally couldn't withstand the pull of its weight.

Breaking free from the restraint of the bottle mouth, it silently fell right between their tightly pressed skins.