Chen Ye couldn’t understand.
How could there be such a malicious person like Zhang Chuxi in the world?
Although Qing Jun was also quite wicked, Qing Jun’s mischief seldom carried malice; it often made the master find the disciple adorably naughty, wishing to hug them incessantly.
But Zhang Chuxi was full of malice, making Instructor Chen wish to recreate the Bone-Scraping Whip, hang her up with its tendrils, and whip her brutally.
Now,
She even resorted to getting close to him just to make him break his concentration...
Chen Ye was thoroughly enraged.
Since this girl was so ungrateful, then Chen Ye could show no mercy.
Zhang Chuxi was still unaware of the seriousness of the situation.
She was still feeling quite smug.
Hmm hmm...
She was so clever!
Anyway, she was confident Instructor Chen dared not do anything to her,
That day, Instructor Chen was bullied by Sister Bai to the point of near collapse and did not dare utter a word of objection!
Zhang Chuxi deliberately twisted her body, her perky hips gently rubbing against Chen Ye’s thigh, transmitting a warm and soft sensation through the fabric.
Hmph!
Let’s see you keep up that act! Let’s see you bully me!
See how long you can endure!
Still want to break through to the Middle Period of Foundation Establishment?
Kneel to me obediently!!
Zhang Chuxi was extremely pleased with herself as she feigned innocence and naively asked:
"Instructor, am I sitting incorrectly? It seems... uncomfortably rigid here."
She turned her head, her clear starry eyes full of innocence, mixed with a trace of fear.
It must be said,
This girl really could act.
But what she didn’t realize was that sometimes, that could be even more provocative...
"Heh..."
Chen Ye let out a low chuckle, a sound no longer carrying his usual seriousness, but a dangerous undertone hard to describe.
Zhang Chuxi’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat, instinctively sensing something was not quite right.
Before she could react, the once gently encircling hands, avoiding contact as much as possible, suddenly tightened fiercely!
"Ah!"
Zhang Chuxi exclaimed.
Chen Ye’s large hands clasped her slender, soft waist like iron clamps, squeezing to the point of discomfort due to the force.
Then, a powerful force pulled her backward, her delicate body slamming into Chen Ye’s searing chest, fitting seamlessly, leaving no gap!
"If you find it uncomfortable, then sit still and don’t move around!"
Chen Ye said coldly,
"Since you’re so eager to learn, this instructor will teach you properly!"
Wait!!
The girl’s expression turned to panic, she immediately felt something unfamiliar between her legs.
How could he dare!
Does he not wish to break through to the Middle Period of Foundation Establishment anymore?
That day he certainly wasn’t like this in front of Sister Bai!
"Instruct... Instructor..."
Zhang Chuxi’s face turned pale instantly, her voice trembling,
"I... I don’t want to learn anymore... I just remembered I have something else to do..."
She panicked, genuinely panicked.
This state of Chen Ye was terrifying!
As if in the next second, he would really tear her apart and devour her!
She struggled to get up, to flee from this dangerous embrace.
But those hands locked on her waist didn’t move an inch, like cast iron, pressing her securely on his lap.
"What’s the matter? Didn’t you say you wanted to learn? Why don’t you want to learn now?"
Chen Ye intentionally leaned close to her ear, speaking in a low voice.
His breath grazed her delicate earlobes, sending a shiver down her spine.
"I... I have things to do..."
The girl’s voice had a quivering sob-like quality, her small hands pushed against the man’s hands, desperately trying to pry his fingers apart,
This was not how she imagined it!
She only wanted to make him uncomfortable, not involve herself in this!
"Too late."
Chen Ye coldly chuckled, and the hands clasped around her waist tightened aggressively, as if teasing a precious porcelain piece, kneading that delicate waist through the thin layer of her light yellow ruqun.
"The Fire-Inducing Art emphasizes perception first."
He instructed in a deep voice, while his other hand slid down her arm, forcibly intertwining his fingers with hers, holding her delicate hand firmly,
"Your hands are too cold, your heart too unsettled, how can you practice Alchemy like this? Come, let the instructor warm you up."
He said, as a wave of scalding spiritual power surged from his palm, invading Zhang Chuxi’s body dominantly through their joined hands.
"Mmph!"
Zhang Chuxi trembled all over, that spiritual power carrying an aggressive nature, coursing through her meridians, leaving tingling softness in its wake, almost making her cry out.
Chen Ye didn’t stop there.
His gaze settled on the exquisite side profile of the girl in his arms.
One had to admit, this girl indeed had the capital to be arrogant.
At this moment, her hair was slightly messy, a few strands fell onto her fair neck, her earlobes so red they seemed to bleed.
Those eyes, usually containing hidden pride, were now brimming with tears, pitifully resembling a deer cornered by a hunter.
Especially in that goose-yellow ruqun that elegantly wrapped her petite figure, imperfectly matured yet exuding a young girl’s tender beauty, radiating an aristocratic dignity and elegance.
Sadly, this delicate flower was now being wantonly ravaged by him.
"One must sit properly; look at the way you’re sitting, how disgraceful!"
Chen Ye sternly reprimanded.
His large hands released her waist, gliding upward along her body, his fingertips grazing over her soft figure,
"Chest out straight."
He commanded, his hand finally resting on her chest, helping the disciple with improper posture straighten her back,
"Aren’t you always the one most particular about etiquette? Why now are you as limp as if you have no bones?"
"I... sob... sob..."
Zhang Chuxi bit her lip hard, shaking her head fervently,
"Instructor, please don’t... Chuxi was wrong... Chuxi doesn’t want to learn anymore."