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Yichen subconsciously reached for the light switch on the wall.
Just a moment before his finger touched the switch—
A very faint sound, like the gentle tapping of some hard object, came from the direction of his bed.
Yi Chen's movements suddenly froze, and it seemed as if half of the blood in his body had turned cold in an instant.
He held his breath, his pupils rapidly adjusting in the darkness, straining to see where the sound was coming from.
Gradually, in the deepest darkness, a blurry outline slowly emerged.
It was a seated figure.
He sat motionless, like a statue, facing the doorway, on the edge of his bed.
There was no breathing, no heartbeat, not even any of the signs of a living person.
There was only a deathly, eerie stillness.
Yi Chen's heart pounded wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.
In that instant when his whole body tensed up—
A cold, pale ray of moonlight struggled to squeeze through a small gap in the heavy curtains, illuminating only a part of the figure.
The first thing that catches the eye is the long, pale hair that falls to the ground like an ice-covered waterfall.
Next came a pair of pale, bloodless hands folded on her knees.
It was half a profile hidden in the shadows, and a pupil that slowly turned, gleaming with an inhumanly cold and eerie light in the extreme darkness.
Those pupils didn't blink, staring straight ahead, silently...
"Senior Sister?!"
Yi Chen gasped, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.
Shen He sat quietly in the center of the boundless darkness, not knowing how long she had been sitting there or how long she had been waiting.
Looking at Yichen's terrified expression, she noticed a cold and eerie curve slowly forming on her lips, which were shrouded in shadow.
"You're back."
"...Is the 'secret' mission accomplished?"
Yi Chen was in a complete panic. He stood stiffly at the door, unsure whether to go in or back, and could only manage a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Senior Sister...you...you're still awake? Why aren't the lights on? Are you sitting here...practicing your skills?"
His mind raced, trying to find a reasonable explanation for this scene that resembled a horror movie.
Yes! It must be that Senior Sister is doing some kind of special cultivation again! That must be it!
Shen He did not answer immediately. She remained seated, only her eyes following every subtle change in Yi Chen's terrified expression in the darkness, as if she were watching some interesting performance.
Silence spread in the darkness, each second feeling like an eternity.
Just as Yi Chen was about to speak again, Shen He finally made a move.
She rose from the edge of the bed very slowly, almost silently.
The moonlight sparingly outlined her tall and slender figure. She walked towards Yichen step by step, silently, elegant yet carrying a deadly sense of oppression.
Yi Chen subconsciously took half a step back, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.
Shen He stopped very close to him, so close that Yi Chen could clearly feel the cool aura emanating from her, different from the coldness of the room, and the faint scent of incense from his wardrobe.
She tilted her head slightly and repeated the question.
"My junior brother's 'secret'..."
"...Is it all done?"
Yi Chen's brain finally switched from "horror movie" mode to "everyday" mode.
He suddenly realized that this was what his senior sister was curious about!
"Oh! You mean that?"
He instantly breathed a sigh of relief, a smile of relief returning to his face, even appearing exceptionally radiant due to the tension he had just been experiencing.
"All done! Just needed to report to Commander Qin! We chatted for a bit longer, hehe..."
He was completely unaware of how dangerous the act of "chatting alone with another woman for a long time late at night" had become in Shen He's mind. Instead, he felt that once he explained it clearly, his senior sister would no longer be so "scary".
Shen He listened quietly to his explanation, his face showing no change in expression. However, when he heard the words "Commander Qin," a dark current seemed to surge in the depths of his eyes for a moment.
She didn't ask any further questions, but instead took a tiny step forward.
The distance between the two almost disappeared, and Yi Chen could even count her drooping eyelashes.
Then, she slowly raised her hand.
Yi Chen subconsciously felt a little nervous again, thinking that his senior sister was going to do something again.
But then he saw that fair and slender hand reach over his shoulder and gently press the light switch on the wall behind him.
The soft light instantly dispelled the heavy darkness in the room, as well as the suffocating and terrifying atmosphere.
Everything returned to normal—the clothes lying around, the books scattered, and Shen He standing before him with a cold expression, as if everything that had just happened was just Yi Chen's illusion.
"Now that you've returned,"
Shen He withdrew her hand, her tone calm and indifferent, as if she hadn't been the one exerting pressure in the darkness just moments before.
"Then you should rest early."
She turned and walked to the bedside, as if it were her room.
Looking at his senior sister's normal appearance under the light, Yi Chen slapped his own face hard.
"I was so tired I started hallucinating..."
He muttered to himself, completely relaxing, and scratched his head as he walked towards the bathroom.
"Senior sister, you go to sleep first, I'll take a shower and be right there!"
He hummed a song as he took off his coat, completely unaware that after he turned around…
Shen He, who was spreading out the bedding with his back to him, had a fleeting, cold, and stubborn smile on his profile.
And a faint trace of frost that quietly gathered at her fingertips and then slowly dissipated...
Chapter 35 is not permitted.
The sound of rushing water and Yichen's energetic humming came from the bathroom, a stark contrast to the deathly silence in the bedroom.
Shen He was already lying on the inside of the bed, with his back to the bathroom, the blankets covering him perfectly, as if he had already fallen asleep.
But if you look closely, you'll notice that her shoulder lines are extremely taut.
A moment later, Yi Chen emerged wearing loose pajamas, haphazardly wiping his wet hair with a towel, his body steaming with warmth.
"Ah~ That feels so much better!"
He sighed contentedly, casually draped a towel over the back of the chair, and walked unsuspectingly to the bedside.
Seeing that Shen He seemed to have fallen asleep, he subconsciously softened his movements, tiptoed to lift the blanket on his side, and carefully lay down, trying not to touch her.
Goodnight, senior sister.
He whispered something, then closed his eyes contentedly. His ability to fall asleep instantly kicked in, and his breathing quickly became even and long.
However, just after he fell into a deep sleep—
Shen He, who had been "sound asleep," slowly and silently opened his eyes.
Those eyes were perfectly clear in the darkness, showing no sign of sleepiness.
She turned over very slowly, lying on her side, gazing at Yi Chen's unguarded sleeping face beside her.
Moonlight once again streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating his soft black hair and relaxed brows and eyes.
Shen He's gaze, like spider silk, delicately traced his forehead, nose, and lips... finally settling on his neck, which rose and fell slightly with his breath.
She stared at it for a very long time.
Then, she raised her hand extremely slowly, and a barely perceptible wisp of ice elemental power gathered at her fingertips.
The chill wasn't harmful, but it carried a strong, possessive desire to leave a mark.
Shen He's fingertips slowly reached towards the side of Yi Chen's exposed neck.
She wanted to leave a frost mark there... that only she could see and perceive.
Just a moment before her cold fingertips touched Yichen's warm skin—
As if sensing something in his sleep, Yi Chen unconsciously murmured something, stirred slightly, and turned his head to the side.
Shen He's movements froze instantly, and the chill from his fingertips vanished abruptly.
She held her breath and observed without moving.
Yi Chen just nuzzled against the pillow and didn't wake up; his breathing remained steady.
Shen He stared at his oblivious sleeping face, his eyes churning with intense emotions—a tug-of-war between a strong desire to mark his possessions and a deep-seated instinct to avoid truly waking him up and hurting him.
Finally, the raised hand slowly fell.
But it was not taken back.
Instead, it landed extremely gently, with an almost greedy caution, on Yi Chen's black hair scattered on the pillow.
As his fingertips ran through the soft strands of hair, feeling the real touch and warmth, the turbulent obsession and coldness in Shen He's eyes gradually subsided, transforming into a deep, almost suffocating focus.
She remained in that position, watching him without moving for the entire night.
Like a dragon guarding a unique treasure, it silently claimed its territory in the darkness.
The sleeping Yichen was completely unaware of this, only feeling in his dream that... tonight seemed unusually cool.
The next morning, sunlight barely pierced through the gaps in the curtains, unable to dispel the lingering, faint chill in the room.
Yi Chen stood in front of the washbasin, scooped up cold water and splashed it on his face, trying to completely wake up his still somewhat drowsy brain.
The water was rushing and splashing; he closed his eyes, enjoying the coolness.
However, just as he looked up, ready to grab a towel—
His gaze inadvertently swept over the smooth mirror surface.
In the corner of the mirror, Shen He was clearly reflected—he had been standing silently at the door of the washroom without anyone noticing!
She was still wearing the slightly oversized pajamas that belonged to him, her long white hair cascading down like a waterfall, completely still.
Those eyes were fixed on him intently, through the reflection in the mirror, without blinking!
His gaze was terrifyingly focused, with a chilling, undisguised stare, as if trying to see right through him, inside and out.
Yi Chen was so startled that his hand trembled, and he almost knocked over the water glass next to him. A drop of cold sweat instantly slid down his forehead.
He turned around stiffly, forcing an extremely difficult smile, his voice dry.
"Senior Sister? Good morning... Is there... is there something you need?"
Shen He did not answer.
She simply took a step and approached silently, as if she had approached in the darkness last night, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.
She walked straight up to Yichen, her gaze sweeping over the still-damp water droplets on his face, before reaching out and clearly taking the towel that belonged to Yichen hanging nearby.
"It's been a long time since I... helped my junior brother wash up."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen He's fingertips were about to touch the towel.
At this moment——
A subtle yet incredibly precise breeze suddenly swept by, as if it possessed its own consciousness, gently and deftly lifting the towel, twisting it nimbly so that it just missed Shen He's fingers, and then steadily falling back into Yi Chen's hand, which he had subconsciously raised.
Holding the towel he had just recovered, Yi Chen's heart was still pounding. His smile became even more forced as he spoke rapidly.
"No, no need, no need! Senior sister! Really! I can handle this little thing myself! Haha...hahaha..."
He chuckled dryly, frantically wiping his face with a towel.
After quickly drying himself off, he slipped out of the washroom like an eel through the gap beside Shen He, leaving only a hasty sentence floating in the air: