How much did she hear?
How much did she see?
This was more chilling and mortifying than facing anyone else.
Because it was Han Yi…
The one he had awakened from her eggshell, who trusted him wholeheartedly, protected him, and was as pure as untouched snow—one of the few beings in this twisted, cold world he considered entirely his own.
And now, she might have witnessed the most unspeakable side of the adult world.
Chen Mo felt that the last clean corner of his heart had been defiled.
The last shred of his fragile dignity was gone.
What he feared most was that one day, Han Yi would become like Chao’er…
No!
Impossible!
Han Yi is not Chao’er!
She was so innocent, so dependent on him…
But if she had seen it, why did she not speak up, not stop it, just stand there like Chao’er…
Chaotic thoughts gnawed at his reason like poisonous snakes.
Chen Mo suddenly stood up. The abrupt movement aggravated the discomfort in his body, causing him to stumble, but he didn’t care.
In a few strides, he reached the door and yanked it open.
Outside, the morning light was crisp, the air cool.
Han Yi stood a few steps away, her small body straight as a rod.
“Han Yi! When did you get here?!”
Chen Mo’s voice was distorted by extreme shock and shame.
She tilted her face up, not answering, just looking at him quietly. Her pupils reflected his panicked appearance.
Her gaze pierced through his flustered exterior, reaching straight into his chaotic mind.
After a moment, she spoke, her voice abnormally calm—so calm it sent a chill to his heart.
“I knew that woman deliberately sent me away. I never left. I stayed outside the whole time.”
Stayed outside the whole time…
That meant from when Qin Shuying entered the room to everything that happened inside… she…
Chen Mo felt weak, barely able to hold the doorframe.
“Master, I know you two were just doing that kind of thing…”
She said it as naturally as discussing the weather.
Chen Mo’s face turned beet red in an instant.
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he took a sudden step back, his voice distorted by extreme embarrassment.
“Ha-Han Yi! You… what nonsense are you talking! Kids shouldn’t talk nonsense! What… what do you know!”
Han Yi tilted her head, her silver hair swaying slightly in the sunlight.
A maturity beyond her age flickered in her eyes.
She looked seriously at Chen Mo and corrected him, “Don’t treat me like a child who knows nothing. Here…”
She tapped her head. “I have inherited memories. When a spirit beast hatches, it inherits some basic knowledge and… instincts of its clan. Although I’m still young and many memories are vague, I do know about that kind of thing.”
Chen Mo was stunned.
Right. Han Yi was a transformed spirit beast, not a real human child.
He had always subconsciously treated her as a naive child in need of protection, forgetting that she was essentially an extraordinary being with ancient bloodline and inheritance.
No wonder her speech sometimes carried childish innocence and sometimes sounded like classical texts.
Chen Mo was glad she was completely different from Chao’er’s precociousness.
Chao’er lurked in the shadows, ravaging with his gaze and defiling with imagination, full of twisted excitement and desire for control.
But Han Yi stood in the light, calmly stating a fact. Her eyes were clear, without a trace of judgment.
Yet it was this overly direct statement that made Chen Mo feel a shame that left no place to hide.
“Master,” she looked up, “I didn’t go inside or try to peek. But I could feel your aura. It was very chaotic, very painful… but there was no resistance.”
“Moreover, I could tell that you were the one taking the initiative.”
Chen Mo wanted to cover his ears and not listen.
Wasn’t she being a bit too straightforward?!
She said everything!
The previous scenes uncontrollably flooded his mind, accompanied by the awakening of physical memories.
Certain parts still retained the soreness from the intense activity and the lingering pleasure that had been forcibly ignored.
It made him wish he could dig a hole and disappear right then.
This time, even his ears and neck turned a shameful crimson.
“You… you’re talking nonsense!” Chen Mo stammered his retort, as if that could deny Han Yi’s words and deny the secret wavering deep inside him.
Han Yi gently shook her head. “The master and I have a soul contract connecting us. I can feel the deepest emotions in your heart. Besides humiliation, there’s something else in your heart.”
“I don’t know what it is, but I can feel that in your heart, there’s a dependence on that Qin Shuying, and a tenderness because she cried.”
“So Han Yi didn’t go in or stop it, because that was a part of the master’s true feelings.”
“Even though the master himself doesn’t dare to admit it.”
Just like the master clearly wants to save Sister Wan’er, and is very worried about her, but always feels he’s not doing enough and blames himself.
Han Yi gave an example, trying to make him understand.
“What you feel in your heart and what you think you should feel are sometimes different. What your body is afraid of and what your heart truly cares about are also different.”
Chen Mo stood frozen in place.
Through Han Yi, he once again confirmed the emotions he hadn’t understood himself.
But how could he have such feelings toward a woman other than Wan’er?
This was betrayal! Shameful! Dirty!
“No… it’s not like that… Han Yi, you’re sensing wrong. I hate her… I only love Wan’er… I only want to save Wan’er… I don’t want anything else… I can’t think about it…”
He said this as if to convince Han Yi, but more to convince himself.
He repeated these words over and over, but his body swayed slightly from the immense psychological shock.
Han Yi stepped forward and hugged his trembling body, pressing her small face against his cold chest.
“Master, I don’t understand many complicated things. I only know that your heart is very bitter and very difficult. But Master does everything to save Sister Wan’er, right?”
Chen Mo nodded stiffly.
“No matter what Master goes through, I will always be with you and protect you. Whether Master feels it’s right or wrong, I won’t leave or look down on you.”
She paused, a pure yet slightly sly smile appearing on her small face. She lowered her voice and said:
“Moreover, I think that Qin Shuying, though fierce, has a way of looking at Master that sometimes resembles how Sister Wan’er secretly looks at Master’s portrait… just that she doesn’t know how to express it.”
Chen Mo was choked speechless by her incisive words.
He frantically denied it, but with no confidence.
Seeing the master’s panicked and embarrassed expression, Han Yi continued the previous topic and explained:
She tilted her head slightly, as if confirming something.
“Master, put your heart at ease. Han Yi won’t tell the mistress.”
She thought of this too?
She knew what he feared most?
“I am only responsible to Master. As long as Master likes it and it’s good for Master, anyone can be the mistress.”
She didn’t care about worldly ethics, didn’t care who was the proper matriarch.
She only cared about Chen Mo’s feelings. This loyalty, so pure it bordered on ruthless, left him with mixed emotions.
But what shocked him even more was Han Yi’s next words and action.
Moreover, “her voice became softer, and the faintest pink spread to her crystal-clear earlobes.
She turned her face away, her tone still that straightforward statement of fact. “That feeling… was so comfortable.”
After saying this, she unconsciously closed her long, straight legs and gently, with a very small motion… rubbed them together.
This action, combined with her rare shy expression and words, was especially striking and tempting against the backdrop of her usual cold, upright posture like an ice sculpture.
But it struck Chen Mo like a bolt of lightning.
His mind went blank.
She… could feel it too?!
An absurd yet logical conjecture related to the soul contract made him want to die of shame while also feeling a chill run down his spine!
Linked by heart, soul resonance?
So, what he had just… all of that… she could synchronously perceive?!
This discovery was even more mortifying.
It meant that all his reactions and feelings with Qin Shuying were transmitted without reservation to Han Yi!
Chen Mo felt his face was so hot it could fry an egg.
He wanted to die of shame!
He kept his head down, not daring to look at Han Yi again.
However, Han Yi didn’t notice his extreme embarrassment.
She was still savoring that comfortable feeling, perhaps an unconscious action.
This time, she rubbed her legs a little more obviously than before.
At that instant—
A subtle sense of pleasure, mixed with a strange, numbing thrill, rose abruptly from the depths of Chen Mo’s lower abdomen and rapidly spread throughout his limbs and torso!
The sensation came suddenly and intensely, with a wholly unfamiliar palpitation.
His legs went weak, and he nearly lost his footing, letting out an almost imperceptible grunt.
“!”
Startled, he looked at Han Yi.
At the same time, Han Yi’s body trembled, and the pink on her cheeks deepened.
“Did Master feel it too?”
Chen Mo tacitly acknowledged.
That had clearly been a physical response to arousal!
But this feeling had been triggered by Han Yi’s action?
Yes, it must be her!
Her sensations had been precisely captured, synchronized, and amplified by the soul contract, then fed back into his perception!
This master-servant sensory function… was two-way?!
Being close, Han Yi saw his confusion and took the initiative to explain, the slight ripple in her eyes not yet subsiding.
“If farther away, it’s much weaker, or I can’t feel it at all.”
Chen Mo understood.
It meant that as long as he and Han Yi were close enough, his emotions, feelings, and even certain physical reactions could be synchronously perceived by her.
And she could influence him in turn!
This contract’s effect was frighteningly intimate.
Han Yi looked at Chen Mo, who appeared mortified and wishing he could disappear on the spot, and also felt the faint, unfamiliar yet comfortable residual tremors deep in her body from the subtle resonance just now.
After thinking for a moment, she suddenly asked very seriously:
“Master, do you want to do it again?”
“Just the two of us.”
“I can learn from that woman just now… um, Peak Master Qin.”
“Or, if Master likes it the way it was, with you on top?”
Her tone was still calm and straightforward, as if asking what to eat for dinner or saying, “Let’s try this new spell.”
But the content of her words made Chen Mo pale with shock.
He looked at Han Yi’s delicate, flawless, and utterly pure face.
He looked straight into her clear, bottomless, and innocent ice-blue eyes.
He listened to her utter words that would make any normal person blush, lose composure, and have their heart race…
Chen Mo finally collapsed completely.