Chapter 233 - 233 231 You Touch the Ears I Touch the Hand

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233: Chapter 231: You Touch the Ears, I Touch the Hand 233: Chapter 231: You Touch the Ears, I Touch the Hand “The fourth sword…” Fang Geyu’s expression gradually became solemn, and his gaze turned indifferent and detached. The visitor was indeed from the Tianxi Sword Sect, Yun Rong of the revered Snow Sword, ranked fourth. Today, she was not clad in her usual plain white attire but had swapped it for a black and red sword robe, on her back a longsword carefully wrapped in cloth. Her long black hair was tied up with a hair crown of the same color, from which hung a silver sect bell engraved with the Sword Emblem, chiming crisply in the wind. Embroidered on her robe were motifs of mountains, rivers, sun, moon, blazing clouds, fiery flows, and the night-time Qilin, unmistakably the garb of the Tianxi Sword Sect. Such an ethereal figure, in the complicated and strict black and red sword attire, had added an intense, imposing air to her delicate features. She appeared to be smiling yet not smiling at Baili An, not sparing Fang Geyu a single glance, seemingly very interested in him. Or rather, she seemed even more interested in his earlobe. Although Baili An had once received some favors from her, Yun Rong wasn’t quite like Fang Geyu, someone from his own circle. Having his earlobe pinched and played with like this was still somewhat uncomfortable. So, he courteously smiled at Yun Rong and said, “Miss Yun Rong, could you let go of your hand? It’s quite cold.” Although he spoke diplomatically, his words were not misplaced. Her fingertips were very cold, as if the temperature had been chilled by the wind and snow when she had traveled here by Sword Control. “Is that so?” Yun Rong raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly, truly retracting her hand. “Not sure…” when Baili An was about to ask her what she wanted, He then saw this esteemed fourth sword warming her fingertips with a few breaths, bringing them to her lips. Then, with a smile still twinkling in her eyes, she reached out again, resolutely pinching his earlobe, “It’s not cold anymore, right? Wow, I thought the body of a corpse demon was all rigid, but your earlobe is actually quite soft.” Baili An: “…” Fang Geyu: “…” Watching as Baili An’s other earlobe also gradually turned red, Fang Geyu’s eyebrows shot up, and he knocked on the table, saying, “Hey hey, Lady Fourth Sword didn’t just come uninvited to play with ears, right?” Baili An also backed away to escape her fingers, firmly stating, “Men and women shouldn’t touch one another so freely.” Little did they both underestimate the thick skin of this fourth-ranked swordswoman. Her fingers clung to his ear as if glued there, showing no sign of force yet regardless of how Baili An dodged, he couldn’t break free. She very casually pinched an oil-fried cake from the table and began nibbling on it heedlessly, half-smiling, “That’s funny. When a girl from Shifang City pinches your ear, you sit there upright and obediently, but when it’s my turn, you refuse to let me tease you?” This statement made Fang Geyu pause, and he couldn’t help but glance at Baili An. Indeed, when she pinched him earlier, he hadn’t shown any signs of discomfort like he was now, just as Yun Rong had pointed out. Sitting seriously, letting her do as she pleased, extremely obedient. This subtle differential treatment… Fang Geyu felt as if his heart had been lightly stepped on by a fluffy cat paw. So soft. Baili An was quite speechless, “The lady herself has spoken about trifling, how could I possibly allow you to continue.” Yun Rong leisurely finished the half-eaten oil-fried cake, not minding at all that it was Fang Geyu’s leftovers, and showing not a hint of the distinguished airs typical of a fourth-ranking swordsman. Having finished, she even leisurely wiped her greasy fingers on Baili An’s clothes, her smile endearing, “Don’t be afraid, I just wanted to look at your ear.” Tianxi’s Fourth Sword, Yun Rong. A character free and unconfined, truly rare in the Mortal World, her heart only truly loving one thing—swords. It was precisely this kind of unbound, free character that genuinely evoked admiration and respect. Fang Geyu watched her endearing smile, but those densely inked eyes held not a ripple, not heartless or apathetic, but genuinely indifferent and desireless. That look, as if viewing some amusing pet, half-smiling yet not smiling. Baili An’s gaze shifted, but suddenly he lowered his head, looking at her elegant hand wiping the oil stain on his clothes, his eyes deepening slightly, “Miss Yun Rong, could you perhaps have recognized the sword seal on my ear?” Yun Rong, neither confirming nor denying, smiled lightly and lifted his chin with her clean fingers, bringing his face close to the window. She narrowed those clear, water-cutting eyes, scrutinizing that red mark by his ear. Tilting her head, she remarked, “Interesting.” Baili An pursed his lips, turning his head away from her finger, his eyes subtly scanning her hand, and suddenly said, “Today, I met someone.” Yun Rong’s smile remained, “Hmm.” Baili An calmly stated, “That person planted a Tianxi Sword Seal on me.” Yun Rong raised an eyebrow, her expression unchanged, “Hmm?” Baili An continued, “Miss Yun Rong’s hand is just as beautiful as that person’s.” This time, Yun Rong’s finger finally left his earlobe, her pinky grazing gently across it, the movement strikingly similar to that person’s. However, that person’s pinky had left him with a sword seal. Meanwhile, Yun Rong, within a gentle hook of her pinky, had collected that crimson-as-cinnabar sword seal onto her fingertip. She looked at Baili An with a smile in her eyes, “You have a keen eye.” Baili An watched as that red hue, like liquid flowing in waterlines, quickly traveled up her sleeve, along her fair wrist, streaming all the way. That thin red line climbed up the alabaster expanse of her neck, ultimately settling definitively on her earlobe, like red cinnabar on jade porcelain, vividly beautiful. She had forcibly sealed that split soul sword seal within her own body. Baili An frowned slightly, unsure of her intentions. Yun Rong pinched her own earlobe, leaning against the window, her tone indifferent, “Just one meeting, and you remembered the shape of that person’s hands?” Baili An looked at her calmly, seriously stating, “Those are hands suitable for sword practice.” Yun Rong raised an eyebrow and chuckled, but said nothing. Baili An’s gaze shifted slightly, as if hesitating, but ultimately he still voiced a presumptuous request, “May I touch your hand?” Fang Geyu spilled the cup of Sichuan pepper tea, his expression speechless as he watched. Yun Rong’s beautifully arched eyebrows gradually lowered. Despite such a disrespectful query, she surprisingly showed great tolerance and did not get angry, instead, more curiosity and interest sparkled in her eyes. “Ah… is it because I teased you earlier, so now you want to tease back?” she said in such a manner. Baili An neither confirmed nor denied, insistent as he asked, “May I?” Fang Geyu rolled his eyes, hardly impressed, “Who are you trying to take advantage of here? That’s Yun Rong of the Tianxi Thirteen Swords!” “Sure.” Yun Rong responded unexpectedly readily, magnanimously placing her right hand in Baili An’s, her dark eyes profound, “I’ll let you touch just this once, only this once, so little corpse demon, you better feel carefully.”

Chapter 233 - 233 231 You Touch the Ears I Touch the Hand

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