Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

The voice coming from outside the door was cold and indifferent, but when it reached Song Qingyin's ears, it made her heart skip a beat.

Shen Shi'an.

She looked down at the blood-soaked fabric on her shoulder, her eyes darkening slightly.

Without a second thought, Song Qingyin moved swiftly, stuffing the blood-stained night clothes and face mask into the deepest part of the bed. She then took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, poured out a fragrant pill, and swallowed it.

A cool breeze instantly rushed to my shoulder, and a slight tingling sensation came from the wound. The blood that was seeping out congealed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She quickly changed into a loose nightgown, loosened her tied-up long hair, letting a few strands of hair fall messily down her face, and rubbed her face a few times until a blush of just waking up appeared.

After doing all this, she slowly walked to the door, yawning as she responded.

"Who is it... so late?"

She unlatched the door, and as soon as it opened, a damp night breeze rushed in. Song Qingyin half-closed her eyes and leaned lazily against the door frame.

The moonlight, like water, clearly outlined the figure outside the door.

Shen Shi'an stood there quietly. He had changed out of his usual plain-colored long robe and was now wearing a sharp blue outfit, the fabric clinging tightly to his young and powerful body. His broad shoulders were damp with the night dew, darkening the color, and his narrow waist sculpted a beautiful curve in the moonlight, followed by his long, straight legs encased in trousers.

Shen Shi'an's figure is really something else.

Song Qingyin's gaze slowly swept over him, finally settling on his face.

At that very moment, her heart skipped a beat.

Those usually cool and calm eyes were now fixed on her intently. It wasn't the usual indifferent gaze, but a penetrating scrutiny, filled with inquiry and suspicion, as if trying to peel away her layers of pretense to see the secrets hidden deep within her.

His gaze was incredibly intimidating.

Song Qingyin's body stiffened involuntarily as she leaned against the doorframe. The shoulder injury, which had just been suppressed by the medicine, seemed to start screaming again, throbbing with pain. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, almost bursting out of her throat.

"Young Master Shen, what brings you here in the middle of the night?" Song Qingyin composed herself and lazily raised her eyelids.

“Thieves have broken into the forbidden area behind the mountain, and I have been ordered to search it.” Shen Shi’an’s gaze slid from her face to her loose collar, then shifted slightly before returning to her eyes. “To ensure the safety of Sect Leader Song, I need to go inside and take a look.”

He made polite remarks, but his feet didn't hesitate for a moment as he squeezed past her.

A scent mixed with the cool pine resin and the night breeze brushed past her nose.

Song Qingyin turned around and followed behind him, slamming the door shut behind her. She walked to the table, sat down, and slowly poured herself a cup of tea that had gone cold.

“Young Master Shen has investigated very thoroughly,” she said, her fingertips gently tracing the cool rim of the glass, her tone slightly playful. “Anyone who didn’t know better would think I was hiding someone here.”

Shen Shi'an stopped at the other end of the table. In front of him was the plate of candied hawthorns she hadn't finished. He didn't turn around, his voice flat and straight.

"That thief was incredibly skilled and was injured. Did Sect Leader Song hear any strange noises just now?"

"Strange noise?" Song Qingyin chuckled as if she had heard something amusing. "I only heard Young Master Shen knocking on the door. Does that count as a strange noise?"

Shen Shi'an finally turned around.

He approached step by step, and the oppressive feeling of his figure grew stronger as the distance between them shortened.

"Sect Leader Song is sleeping soundly."

“Otherwise?” Song Qingyin looked up, meeting his probing gaze, her eyes completely open. “Do you expect me to catch thieves for your Tianque Sword Sect? Then the fee for that will have to be calculated separately.”

Her gaze was so innocent that it froze the suspicion in Shen Shi'an's eyes for a moment.

Is he really overthinking it?

That figure, that evasive posture...

The oppressive scrutiny that had almost pinned her to the spot suddenly vanished.

Shen Shi'an's gaze slid straight down from her eyes without warning.

His gaze landed precisely on her slightly open collar. She had changed into her nightgown in a hurry, and the collar was loose, allowing the moonlight to shine in precisely, outlining her delicate skin and the sharp lines of her collarbone.

Even though there was a distance between them, Song Qingyin felt as if her skin had been burned by something, and the wound on her shoulder throbbed as well.

The thief was wounded in the shoulder.

A thought flashed through his mind, but Shen Shi'an's actions were faster than his thoughts.

He suddenly raised his hand, pointed to her shoulder, and frowned slightly.

"what is this?"

Song Qingyin subconsciously lowered her head in the direction he was pointing.

In that instant, Shen Shi'an's hand suddenly reached out, not to touch the place he pointed to, but directly grabbed the fabric of her other shoulder and pulled it down forcefully.

"His-"

The sound of fabric being torn was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

The thin nightgown slipped off her shoulders.

The air seemed to stand still.

Shen Shi'an's pupils contracted sharply as his gaze fell on the skin exposed to the moonlight.

No wounds.

There was no bloodstain.

Only one piece was smooth and flawless, so delicate it seemed to glow, and under the cool moonlight, it presented a warm jade-like texture.

His fingers were still stiffly gripping the torn piece of fabric, the warmth and smooth touch of her skin emanating from beneath his fingertips. The heat felt like an electric current, scalding his fingertips until they went numb.

Song Qingyin didn't move, not even raising her hand to cover herself.

She stood there calmly, letting him scrutinize her, then slowly raised her eyes to meet his gaze, which was filled with shock. There was no trace of panic or embarrassment on her face; instead, the corners of her lips slowly and deliberately curved into a smile, a smile that was both playful and knowing.

"Young Master Shen," her voice was soft, slightly hoarse from just waking up, like a feather gently scratching at one's heart, "now, do you see clearly?"

Shen Shi'an's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

He looked into her smiling eyes, which held no feigned innocence but blatant mischief, as if she were witnessing some major social disaster, and he was the one who was making a fool of himself in public.

He was wrong.

That's completely wrong.

A surge of frustration and irritation rushed to his head, making his ears burn. Just as he was about to let go as if he'd been electrocuted, a series of hurried, chaotic footsteps sounded outside the door, accompanied by shouts from his disciples.

"Search! Search thoroughly, leave no room unchecked!"

"boom!"

The door was violently slammed open from the outside by a brute force.

Several disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, carrying torches, rushed in. The one in the lead shouted at the top of his lungs, "Young Master..."

The word "master" stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter it.

The firelight instantly illuminated the scene inside the house, freezing all the intruders in place.

The instant the door was flung open, Shen Shi'an's body moved faster than his reason, reacting with primal instinct. He yanked her sharply, pulling Song Qingyin into his arms and completely shielding her with his tall frame.

One arm gripped her slender waist like an iron clamp, while the other large hand pressed against her bare shoulders and back, completely covering the dazzling white skin that shone in the firelight.

Beneath my palm was an amazing warmth and smoothness.

Song Qingyin was hit hard by his impact, her nose slamming against his hard chest, and she let out a muffled groan. Instantly, she was enveloped by the scent of his body, a mixture of cool pine resin and night dew.

The disciples who rushed in were met only by the sight of their young sect leader, who was aloof and indifferent to women, with his back to them, and the indistinct shadows of two figures entangled...

In an instant, everyone froze, their minds going completely blank.

The air was so frozen that you could almost hear the ice cracking.

Shen Shi'an had his back to everyone, so no one could see his expression, but the chilling aura emanating from him could instantly turn the sweltering heat of June into winter.

"go out."

His voice was not loud, even somewhat muffled, yet it was like a steel knife tempered with ice, making the hearts of all the disciples present tremble.