Chapter: Chapter 296, Plea to the Priest, Do Not Blame
Chapter 296: Plea to the Priest, Do Not Blame
How can one describe the beauty of a god?
Every inch of her body seemed meticulously carved and polished by God, impossibly exquisite.
From her picturesque features to her slender legs and the delicate arch of her snow-white instep, Chen An found not a single flaw.
The cool moonlight cast a hazy silver veil over her.
Her long, straight legs suddenly glowed with dark markings, illuminating the entire room.
It was as if a peculiar magic was pulling at the heartstrings and consciousness of anyone who saw it.
Selena and Eileen both bore such markings.
Because of them, they were branded as witches, hunted by the Holy See, forced to flee, and survived in the dark, foul-smelling sewers.
However, Selena did not regret it.
If she could live her life again, she would gladly relive that life.
As long as she could meet her Priest in the end.
Her thoughts drifted, and she focused her gaze on the young man in the room.
“Close your eyes.”
Before he could speak, Selena spoke first.
The young man paused for a moment, then closed his eyes.
Her bare feet walked on the smooth floor, a cool sensation.
But Selena felt no coldness; instead, her cheeks flushed.
To be honest, although she had snuck to the Priest’s side and done something similar when she was just a teenager,
Years had passed, and now, facing the same situation again, she still felt shy.
This was an emotion inevitable when facing someone you love.
No matter how many times it happened, it would likely be the same.
Finally, she walked up to the young man.
They were very close, so close that only their breathing could be heard in the silent night.
The woman opened her arms and embraced the young man.
Her movements were exceedingly gentle, not like a lover, but more like an overflow of maternal affection.
A minute later, Chen An was pushed onto the bed.
He moved his lips, as if wanting to say something.
But Selena gave him no chance to refuse, only whispering softly.
“Priest, I know what you are worried about.”
“You feel that if you take me like this, you would be irresponsible and tarnish the kindness of adopting me years ago.”
The woman paused, then suddenly smiled.
“It’s not like that, though. Selena never thought that much. I’m not the ignorant girl I was back then. I know exactly what I’m doing and what I truly want.”
“Please believe me, I will handle everything for you.”
“Including them.”
Hearing this, the young man’s eyelashes trembled; he seemed to want to open his eyes.
The woman leaned in and kissed him with her red lips, stopping his action.
“Please forgive me, Priest. It is not yet time to open your eyes.”
She chuckled softly and continued, “Perhaps to you, Priest, saving us back then was just a spontaneous act, a moment of your mischief as you played across the worlds.”
Her voice paused, a hint of sadness inexplicably appearing.
“But to me, you are everything to that timid, weak little girl.”
“You are the only ray of light in her tragic world.”
“If your light had never illuminated the little girl’s world, perhaps she could have died in ignorance.”
Her fair, delicate hand silently reached for the young man’s plain white clothes.
Perhaps immersed in the woman’s slightly sorrowful voice, he did not resist.
“But you came.”
“You brought her that starlight, watched her grow little by little, and illuminated her long path.”
“Yet, when she was finally about to become an adult, deeply immersed in the beautiful stories she was weaving, you chose to withdraw.”
Her delicate hand grasped the young man’s slender palm.
Her voice began to tremble.
“So, have you considered that girl’s feelings?”
She asked softly.
As her words fell, the young man froze completely.
Unknowingly, his plain white clothes had already been pulled down by half.
The woman’s fingertips quietly traced his chest, finally waking him.
He opened his eyes, and this time, he was not stopped.
A pair of reddened eyes met his gaze.
Moisture filled them as they quietly looked back.
“Selena…”
He subconsciously whispered her name.
The woman, who had seemed heart-broken, suddenly smiled.
She raised a finger.
“Shh, it’s Miss Eileen now.”
Chen An’s expression faltered; he didn’t understand what new trick she was playing.
However, his confusion was quickly resolved by the woman’s next action.
She leaned closer.
The dark markings on her legs touched the young man’s bare skin.
The two intertwined, like glue, causing Chen An’s heart to instantly ignite with passion.
The most primal desires were stirred by the god who wielded authority.
Though her eyes were filled with sorrow and moisture, she somehow seemed to be smiling.
Her smile was bright, like a clear pool of water after the ice and snow have melted.
“Please, Priest, do not blame me.”
After saying this, she seemed to remember something and added, “But I am Miss Eileen now. If you want to blame someone, remember to hold Miss Eileen accountable!”
The night passed in silence, only the beautiful moonlight bearing witness.
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The next day, early morning.
Luo Cong’an woke up very early today.
This was because Mister’s routine was always to wake up very early.
Even though he had nothing to do all day and preferred to daydream in the yard, he still liked to wake up early.
Luo Cong’an mused that perhaps it was a habit formed during the years he waited for her.
Thinking of this, her heart couldn’t help but ache.
It was as if a desolate scroll was slowly unfurling before her eyes.
Under the setting sun’s orange glow, a lonely, old courtyard where the man sat by the door, gazing silently, refusing to enter.
Luo Cong’an shook her head, silently telling herself that all that was in the past. Now should be the beautiful life for her and Mister.
However, when she arrived in the yard, she did not see the young man who preferred to stand under the tree and daydream.
?
What was going on?
Luo Cong’an frowned and turned around, her gaze falling on Mister’s room door.
The room door, made of precious dark wood, was closed, showing no signs of being opened.
Had Mister… broken his usual routine and overslept today?
Holding this thought, she dared not disturb him and simply stood quietly in the yard, waiting.
Strands of morning breeze stirred the Taoist robe on the woman, perfectly outlining her graceful figure beneath.
Her three thousand locks of hair occasionally rippled with the wind.
It should have been a head of snow-white hair shimmering with an opalescent glow.
However, since she had arrived on Blue Star, she naturally had to abide by the rules of this world’s heavenly dao.
It was still too weak. Luo Cong’an could occasionally reveal her true form, but if she did so for too long, it would only cause the sky to collapse and various natural disasters to occur frequently.
She knew Mister had a special affection for this world, so she would never do such a foolish thing.
While lost in thought, a creaking sound caught her attention.
She saw the door on the right open, and a tall figure walked out.
She looked languid, yawned, her eyes still holding a hint of sleepiness. Her cascading hair was tied with a rose-purple ribbon and pinned up behind her head.
Seeing Luo Cong’an looking at her, her eyes flickered, and she suddenly chuckled, “Oh, Priest was quite exhausted last night. Cong’an Older Sister, if you’re waiting for him, why don’t you let me accompany you to sit under the tree?”
Upon hearing this, Luo Cong’an was stunned.
Could this be words spoken by that big moth creature?
The words “Cong’an Older Sister” were so astonishing that she subconsciously ignored the preceding words.
Her gaze sharpened as she carefully examined the woman from head to toe.
The aura was indeed the same as that of the big moth creature.
At their level of cultivation, they were always accurate in recognizing people.
But such soft words made it difficult for Luo Cong’an to believe that this was the annoying big moth creature from her memory…
Finally, she noticed something unusual.
Since when did Old Moth’s chest become so… ample?
