Chapter 3: Is Chapter Three going to be eaten?

“You’re already home, can you let go of my hand now?”

Shen Qingyi shifted uncomfortably, twisting her waist slightly in an attempt to shake off Su Qiulian’s hand.

But in the next moment, Su Qiulian firmly gripped her waist with both hands, making it impossible for her to move.

“You—what are you doing?”

“Don’t move, Little Shen. Actually, I can read bones—I can help check your Root Bone Aptitude!”

It was true, and yet it wasn’t.

As the Demon Emperor, Su Qiulian could indeed read bones and evaluate Shen Qingyi’s Root Bone Aptitude, but not right now.

Right now, she just had an itch to touch her.

“R-really?”

Shen Qingyi asked.

Since she herself didn’t know, of course she was curious to find out about her own Root Bone Aptitude!

“Of course! Come, sit on the bed, I’ll give you a proper check!”

Su Qiulian coaxed her.

“Alright.”

Shen Qingyi set down her little bamboo stick and obediently sat on the bed, letting Su Qiulian’s hands roam around her waist.

Slim and delicate, her waist was firm and tight—this was Su Qiulian’s first impression of Shen Qingyi’s waist, in both her lives.

It felt so good to the touch, she could play with it for a whole year!

Shen Qingyi’s face flushed under Su Qiulian’s caress, pink as a ripe peach.

Enduring the discomfort at her waist, she asked, “A-are you done yet?”

“Of course not! To read bones, I have to check your whole body!”

Su Qiulian shamelessly replied.

“Oh, w-well, alright, just hurry up!”

As soon as Shen Qingyi finished speaking, she felt Su Qiulian’s hands slowly moving up from her waist and abdomen.

Was she going to touch there too?

Shen Qingyi wondered, but didn’t say anything to stop her.

Su Qiulian tried to go further, but Shen Qingyi stopped her, so she turned her gaze to Shen Qingyi’s elegant, pale collarbone, now tinged with a tempting peachy pink.

Yet instead of touching, Su Qiulian placed her hand on top of Shen Qingyi’s, tracing her arm to read her bones.

Shen Qingyi trembled, but Su Qiulian quickly let go of her hand.

“A-are you done now?”

she asked.

“Not yet, now I need to check below.”

That was the answer she got.

“Ah…?”

Shen Qingyi questioned, feeling that something was off, but Su Qiulian knelt down and took hold of Shen Qingyi’s ankle, slowly removing her shoe.

“Wh-why are you taking off my shoes?”

Shen Qingyi asked.

Her foot, caught in Su Qiulian’s hand, twisted anxiously, her round, pearly toes curling tight, just like little silkworms.

“This way I can read your bones better!”

Su Qiulian continued with her nonsense.

Really?

Shen Qingyi couldn’t help thinking that this woman was taking liberties with her, but from their first meeting, she had felt a strange sense of familiarity and an intense urge to get closer.

She decided to give Su Qiulian a chance.

This wasn’t surrender, nor indulgence—it was that she was willing to trust her own feelings, and to trust this woman before her, who by all rights should have been a stranger.

After all, that sense of déjà vu from another life was simply too strong!

Once both shoes were off, Su Qiulian lifted Shen Qingyi’s feet onto the bed, and in the process, pinned her beneath her.

Her hands stroked Shen Qingyi’s legs, their curves smooth and muscles taut, pale as porcelain.

Her face moved close to Shen Qingyi’s, watching with interest as that pretty face struggled to endure.

Her fair cheeks were now painted with peach pink, her lips pursed tightly against the strange sensations below her, her finely shaped brows knitting—not too loose, not too tight, just right.

The blindfold tied around Shen Qingyi’s eyes was much the same, loosened a little from her restless movements, barely holding on.

From beneath the cloth peeked her long, curled lashes, trembling slightly.

“Mm… mmm…”

By now Su Qiulian’s hands had reached Shen Qingyi’s thighs, and Shen Qingyi, startled by the sudden touch, let out a soft moan.

Little Shen’s voice is truly heavenly.

Thinking this, Su Qiulian couldn’t help but want to hear more, just like in their past life when she shared such moments with Little Shen—what a memory to savor!

Her hands gradually inched closer to the real target.

But Shen Qingyi stopped her.

“Wait! Do you really have to check my whole body?”

“That’s right, Little Shen.”

At this, Shen Qingyi’s face blushed even deeper, as if stained with blood.

“Y-you’re not planning anything bad, are you?”

Su Qiulian raised an eyebrow.

Looks like Little Shen was still wary of her!

Well, that was fair.

After all, they’d only just met in this life.

Still, her hands continued to move, as she teased, “Of course not, Little Shen. Let go and let me give you a proper bone reading.”

Shen Qingyi didn’t let go.

Did Su Qiulian really think she was that easy to fool?

Since when did bone reading mean only touching flesh?

“I don’t believe you! I don’t want a bone reading, let me go! I’m uncomfortable!”

Shen Qingyi started to struggle, trying to push Su Qiulian off her, but Su Qiulian grabbed both her hands with just one of her own, holding her still.

“Don’t move, Little Shen. You’re being naughty!”

As she spoke, Su Qiulian softened her voice.

Hearing that gentle tone, Shen Qingyi suddenly felt a strange sense of comfort, as if, long ago, she had played like this with this woman before.

It was like something from a previous life.

For a moment, she forgot to struggle.

Looking at her collarbone, Su Qiulian leaned down.

“Mmm… ahh…”

“What… are you doing?”

A sly smile curled at Su Qiulian’s lips as she breathed into Shen Qingyi’s ear.

“Of course, I’m going to eat you up!”

Her warm breath on Shen Qingyi’s ear instantly turned it as red as her face.

“E-eat me? No, don’t eat me…”

Shen Qingyi shook her head.

But she was powerless to resist.

Su Qiulian was about to take things further, when suddenly she sensed something, and her demonic power erupted.

At the same time, there was a sharp “clang”—the sound of a sword.

A blast of Sword Qi shot out from Shen Qingyi, heading straight for Su Qiulian’s head.

“Break!”

With a low command, Su Qiulian’s mighty demonic power shattered the Sword Qi.

She caught a wisp of Sword Qi lingering in the air, examining it closely, and her face hardened.

“Sword Qi—and it’s hers again. How could this be…?”

“Could it be…”

Su Qiulian looked down.

And at that moment, Shen Qingyi had already fainted, unconscious.

Now, it was truly time for a bone reading.

Su Qiulian sent her demonic power into Shen Qingyi’s body, carefully searching for the source of the Sword Qi, and finally felt a hint of that woman’s Sword Intent on Shen Qingyi’s Soul.

A complex, indescribable expression crossed her face.

“Bai Luoshuang! You bastard, when did you do this?!”

To make sure Little Shen was alright, she examined her thoroughly.

The Sword Qi was indeed triggered by the trace of Sword Intent from that Sword Sovereign Bai Luoshuang imprinted on Shen Qingyi’s Soul.

Just a single wisp, but enough to kill any demon except herself.

The question now was: when did Bai Luoshuang mark Shen Qingyi’s Soul with her Sword Intent?

To think she got there before me…

If Little Shen’s body hadn’t been unharmed, I’d have thought I’d been played for a fool.