Aromatic Flesh

Chapter 114: Demon Sect Leader’s Holy Maiden Concubine (6)

Gu MingYue sat in front of a dressing mirror, where her face radiated stunning beauty through the bronze mirror’s reflection. She concentrated on her fingers, which were diligently engaged in some task. Behind her, there was Jia Luo, the one responsible for her striking, ink-black, waterfall-like hair. He was gently combing through the knots at the tips of her long locks with a silver-inlaid agarwood comb.

Jia Ning had been absent from her presence for several days, and Gu MingYue wasn’t particularly interested in his whereabouts. She did, however, have concerns about her actions and whereabouts being closely monitored by a woman with uncanny intuition and insight. The fear of leaving herself vulnerable to scrutiny lingered in her thoughts.

In these recent days, her daily life, including meals and living arrangements, had been meticulously managed and cared for by Jia Luo, who was the Right Guardian of the Shen Dai Sect. This role was quite a departure from Jia Luo’s usual status as a dignified figure within the sect. Being treated like a servant rather than a high-ranking guardian wasn’t an ideal situation for anyone.

Gu MingYue pondered this and quietly observed Jia Luo’s reactions. However, no matter how discreetly she watched Jia Luo, there was no hint of embarrassment or resentment on the nearly identical face to Jia Ning’s. Instead, Jia Luo continued to serve her with utmost respect, attention to detail, and flawless grace.

Jia Luo was indeed an interesting person.

Gu MingYue extended her hand and playfully dishevelled her nearly completed hairstyle, causing the carefully crafted bun to unravel and tumble down. Her delicate brows furrowed, and she pouted her rosy lips, while her dainty nose took on a subtle blush. Her watery eyes glistened with two teardrops as she said, “No combing hair, no combing……”

Jia Luo, with a gentle smile, calmly observed Gu MingYue’s childlike actions and then resumed the task of combing the hair that had quickly become tangled once again. Her movements remained gentle and her patience unwavering.

After wiping away her tears, Gu MingYue’s attention was captivated by a hand bracelet that Jia Luo seemingly casually retrieved from the dressing box. The bracelet was adorned with nail-sized multicoloured beryl beads, each perfectly round and gleaming, making them irresistibly charming. She held the bracelet in her palm, lifting it to her eye level, examining it with great attention, as if she could peer into a tiny world within the string of beads.

Jia Luo’s eyelashes fluttered upward, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. The way this young lady behaved… one might think she had lost her mind. It was unclear what the Sect Master did to transform such a vibrant beauty into this fragile state; truly a tragedy.

However, the Sect Master must have sensed something was amiss, as he had avoided coming here for several days. This beauty, trapped in such a deteriorating condition, may not have much time left.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

However, Miss Gu was truly unique, as the Sect Master not only ordered her to be closely cared for but also prohibited anyone else in the sect, including her brother Jia Ning and the four hall masters, from entering this place.

It was evident how much the master values Miss Gu.

“Jia Luo.” The voice, which had been absent for many days, rang in her ears. It was a languid tone devoid of any warmth.

“Yes.” Jia Luo stopped what she was doing and quickly stepped aside, leaving Gu MingYue alone in front of the dressing table, her body was still while her hands, still holding onto the aquamarine bracelet, trembled uncontrollably.

“You may take your leave.” Jia Ling emerged from the billowing silk curtains, still dressed in his light coral-coloured silk robe with silver embroidered cloud patterns, paired with a black satin robe adorned with exquisite patterns of conch shells, phoenixes, pine branches, and plum blossoms. Gu MingYue knew that the use of exquisite conch shell patterns was a privilege reserved for the leader of the Shendai Sect, symbolizing both status and wealth.

Gu MingYue examined Jia Ling’s presence in the bronze mirror, trembling with fear and unable to turn around. In response to the command, Jia Luo silently retreated from the room, disappearing like a gust of wind within seconds, leaving no trace behind.

Jia Ling positioned himself behind Gu MingYue, who was still seated at the dressing table, and forcibly lifted her face, making her look upward, parallel to the ground. His penetrating gaze meticulously scanned her entire face, leaving no detail unnoticed. This scrutiny created an invisible and overwhelming pressure that caused her to break out in a fine sheen of sweat on her pale forehead, and she began to feel the suffocating effects of the intense examination.

Finally, the man’s intense gaze softened, losing its sharp edge like a blade. His fingers gently explored the soft and velvety skin of Gu MingYue’s face, which felt as delicate as tofu, and he muttered quietly to himself:

“Very similar, but not her……”

At this moment, Gu MingYue began to notice the blurred and enigmatic expression in Jia Ling’s eyes. She gazed at him with a mix of fear as he released her face, and then he turned her body to the side, slowly bending his knees and leaning forward until his forehead touched hers, creating an undeniable sense of intimacy between them.

“So be it.” She heard his gentle whisper, feeling the moist and tender breath against her face, and suddenly, she had a strange and indescribable sensation.

It seemed strangely familiar.

So be it… What did these four words truly represent? Gu MingYue closed her eyes, preventing any excess emotions from showing in her gaze.

Seems like this world’s ML catching feels 😳😳

Enjoy~