Chapter 207: I Owe You a Proper Confession
Fu Zhe glared at Chen Yin, who stood at the bottom of the chasm.
“…Chen Yin.”
The name of the man who was a thorn in the Divine Son’s side, the man he both feared and loathed.
He wasn’t even a Chosen One, yet he had killed several members of Shen Li.
Fu Zhe had always thought that someone who wasn’t a Chosen One, someone who hadn’t even reached the Grand Clarity Realm, was no threat.
But that sword strike… it had been terrifying.
…It wasn’t just the essence of the Dao. It was the sword intent of someone who had fully comprehended it.
“Impossible,”
He gritted his teeth. “Someone who has comprehended the Dao, even if they haven’t ascended, must be suppressing their cultivation at the peak of Grand Clarity. You’re only at the Supreme Clarity Realm, how can you wield such power?”
Chen Yin ignored him.
He carefully examined Qingying’s injuries, making sure she wasn’t in mortal danger, then casually flicked his wrist.
Fu Zhe’s eyes widened in horror.
A blindingly fast sword light sliced through the air, severing half of Fu Zhe’s body in an instant.
He had only survived because he had instinctively dodged at the last moment.
Otherwise, unless he had another Life Substitution Puppet…
…he would be nothing but a bloody mist.
“System!”
Fu Zhe roared in pain and anger, a shimmering pill appearing in his hand. He swallowed it without hesitation, and his mangled body began to regenerate rapidly.
“This guy… how is he so strong?!”
The System was silent for a moment. “If you don’t want to die, you better leave.”
Fu Zhe gritted his teeth, about to retort, when another sword light flashed before his eyes, so fast that it seemed to appear out of thin air.
A chilling sense of danger washed over him, stronger than anything he had ever felt.
Even the Divine Son hadn’t made him feel this terrified.
He was truly afraid.
He barely managed to send a thought to his System, which immediately used all his remaining points to exchange for another Life Substitution Puppet.
The moment the exchange was complete,
His body exploded into a bloody mist.
Chen Yin hadn’t even blinked.
He gently pulled Qingying closer, his arms tightening around her.
She struggled slightly, but it was useless.
“Mmm!”
Qingying was surprised by his embrace.
She had been close to him before, even more intimate than this.
But this time, his embrace was different. It was tight, protective, almost desperate.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re… holding me too tight…”
Qingying looked down, her face flushed. “…It hurts.”
But Chen Yin didn’t loosen his grip.
“Why are you holding me so tight?”
Although she complained, her voice softened.
She understood.
…He was afraid of losing her.
Qingying had never experienced this before.
“Are you… worried about me?” she asked softly.
“What else would I be doing?” Chen Yin frowned.
“But…” she lowered her head, “I never knew I was worth worrying about.”
She had always thought she was just a plaything, a temporary amusement.
He was attracted to her physically, yes, and he had promised her brother to take care of her.
But she hadn’t thought he truly cared about her.
“I’m… not worth it.”
She said awkwardly, “I’ve been through worse in the secret division… I’m your bodyguard, it’s my duty to protect you, so a little danger—”
She stopped mid-sentence, seeing the look in his eyes. She shrank back slightly, a flicker of fear in her eyes.
Chen Yin’s frown deepened.
“If you really think that,” he said seriously, “we’ll have a long talk tonight.”
His words made her eyes well up with tears. “W-what?”
“B-but I really thought so! You still resent me for trying to kill you! You’re just using me!”
Seeing her pitiful expression, Chen Yin’s anger softened into a gentle exasperation.
“Is that what you really think?”
“Isn’t it?” Qingying looked at him cautiously.
“If you really thought so, why didn’t you refuse when I… teased you?”
“I did!”
Qingying protested weakly, then lowered her head. “Besides…”
“I just thought you didn’t like me.”
“But I never said… I didn’t like you.” Her voice trailed off, her gaze averted.
Chen Yin paused.
Her confession, so clumsy and awkward, yet so sweet and sincere, made his heart ache.
He suddenly understood.
This silly girl had always been like this.
Easily flustered by his teasing, her face turning crimson as she struggled to find the right words, often storming off in anger.
Even when she was jealous, she would just glare at him, her words turning into sharp barbs instead of honest confessions.
…She had always been like this.
He had simply gotten used to it and stopped noticing.
Qingying’s head was lowered, her heart pounding nervously. Chen Yin gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Wh-what?”
She tried to pull away. “Don’t look… my face is dirty.”
She knew her face was smeared with blood. She must look awful.
But Chen Yin’s gaze was gentle and unwavering.
He leaned down and kissed the bloodstain on her lips.
“Ah!”
Qingying flinched and tried to pull away, but he held her tightly.
She could only close her eyes as his tongue gently licked the blood from her lips.
The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine.
Finally, her face burning with embarrassment, he looked up at her.
“…I was careless.”
“I thought you understood my feelings that night, when you didn’t refuse.”
“It seems I overestimated your emotional intelligence.”
Qingying was both touched and annoyed. She wanted to scold him for calling her stupid, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She just glared at him, her cheeks flushed.
Chen Yin gently stroked her hair.
“My bad.”
“I guess… I owe you a proper confession.”
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