Chapter 105: Meeting the Sect Leader (3)

Why insist on keeping her here? Could it be that something has been discovered? It makes no sense—she’s ten meters away! What kind of notion is this? The gaze is unbearably sharp, almost venomous. Yet Yun Zui only halts her steps. If she were to reveal any sign of weakness now, her death would be all the more tragic.

Seeing Yun Zui’s abrupt pause and the stiffening of her silhouette, Ling Yuan immediately employed his lazy voice laced with irresistible charm and said, “Come here.”

That voice was dripping with allure; if Yun Zui were a man, it would surely stir his heart. But she was not a man—still, that voice sent a shiver through her bones. Such a voice was intoxicating beyond measure! What could its owner look like?

Yun Zui slowly turned around, her steps hesitant. The two assassins, hearing the leader summon Yun Zui, burned with envy, but since the leader did not order them to stop, they could only leave.

After five steps, Yun Zui stopped again. Then that beguiling voice rang out once more: “Come a little closer.”

Obediently, Yun Zui took a few more cautious steps. Each one was minute, so even ten steps barely covered any ground.

With her head lowered, Yun Zui feared her true identity had been uncovered. Suddenly, a soft, mocking laugh echoed from behind the curtain.

“Are you afraid of me?” The question was sultry, making Yun Zui frown. It seemed this leader was indeed a woman!

“Your wisdom and valor inspire awe in me, Master,” Yun Zui replied, suppressing the natural tone in her voice.

Silence followed from beyond the curtain, then that delicate, silky voice returned: “Sit over here!”

Was she being summoned to the bedside? What exactly did this leader intend?

Frowning, Yun Zui despised the feeling of vulnerability. “I dare not,” she said, feigning humility.

“Since I permit it, what is there to fear?” Ling Yuan’s patience seemed endless.

With no choice, Yun Zui took a few steps forward and sat down.

She knew well that many kill with a smile—seemingly calm and untroubled, but merciless beneath. Ling Yuan appeared inscrutable, his voice innocent, yet who could say if his heart was dark or pure?

No sooner had Yun Zui settled than a fresh, fragrant scent of lotus wafted to her—refreshing and pure.

Suddenly, she felt a tightening at her waist. Before she could react, she was lifted onto a large bed.

The bed was lined with white fur—soft, inviting, utterly comfortable, beckoning one to lie down.

Lying prone, she realized it was Ling Yuan who had done this. She had no idea what he intended.

Slightly raising her gaze, she caught sight of a pair of legs—long, slender, and smooth, radiating a supple vitality.

Ling Yuan wore only a thin silver robe, legs exposed, the silky fabric clinging to his form with a languid grace.

His chest was half-bared, revealing pale skin. Yun Zui did not miss the two rosebuds on his chest!

He was a man?! But how could one explain that voice?

Her eyes met Ling Yuan’s, and in a flash of surprise, she noticed he wore a silver mask covering half his face.

Yet the exposed half was exquisitely perfect, flawless beyond reproach.

Truly, a figure impossible to classify as either male or female.

Yun Zui found herself staring at Ling Yuan for a long while without realizing it.

He propped his head up with one hand, his dark hair cascading down. His eyes, visible beyond the mask, locked onto hers unblinkingly.