Yi Xin Xue's chest rose and fell, her breaths now shallow yet burning with suppressed fire. The skin beneath her robes tingled where his fingers had brushed not from shame, but from rage born of humiliation.
Even now, even here, they think the beautiful must also be powerless.
She stood upright with the clear sense of defiance evident in her gaze, while the orange glow of her Qi now retracted deep into her dantian.
She understood, deep down, that relying solely on brute strength would not lead her to victory in this battle. Muscles could only carry her so far in this situation.
He's toying with me, she thought, sensing the predatory glimmer in his eyes. Like a cat playfully clawing at the delicate, fluttering wings of a moth, he seemed to relish in the thrill of the chase, delighting in the way her heart raced and her breath quickened.
A twisted mind, the forbidden ones on the Buddhist sects.
