[A seemingly reserved, flirtatious little devil × a long-scheming, sweet-faced black-hearted man]
[Senior brother × senior sister | Childhood friend rises to the top with his looks | Forcing a happy ending without a broken mirror]
*The Heartless Path was supposed to have two students, but none showed up.
Pei Sheng, the senior brother of the Heartless Path, was perfect in every way: exceptionally talented, cool and composed, and the chosen successor to become the next sect master.
The elders liked him, his junior brothers and sisters admired him, and even the silly dog at the foot of the mountain wagged its tail at him.
Only his senior sister, Luo Qingyi, disliked him.
When Luo Qingyi opened her eyes again, she had failed to emerge from seclusion and her soul had transmigrated into the body of a junior sister from the Hehuan Sect.
Pei Sheng lay beside her, bound hand and foot and stripped of his cultivation.
Outside the door, the senior sisters spoke with teasing insinuation: “Junior Sister, we went to a lot of trouble to catch you this premium furnace. Hurry up and use him to nourish yourself!”
She’d ended up in the Hehuan Sect with her sworn enemy, and he’d become her furnace. What should she do?
Naturally, take the chance to mock, deceive, and humiliate him.
/
Luo Qingyi learned for the first time that her senior brother, who always seemed completely in control, could actually let his composure crack.
His hair was tousled, his brows furrowed, his collar hung loose, revealing the faint outline of his collarbones, and crisscrossed red marks from the ropes circled his wrists... He looked so good when he lost control.
She couldn’t help wanting to see more.
Luo Qingyi slowly gripped his chin and turned his face back toward her. She happened to catch a teardrop hanging from his long lashes, on the verge of falling.
That tear, along with his pride, was crushed between her fingers. His usually eloquent mouth gradually became capable of nothing but low gasps.
“Pei Sheng, look at you now.”
/
After Luo Qingyi left, satisfied, Pei Sheng sat alone where he was.
The fake tear had long since dried. He gave a light tug, and the ropes around his wrists and ankles came loose.
He idly rubbed the bloodstains on his wrists and opened his palm. A piece of red paper slipped slowly down.
The paper was crumpled, but the childish handwriting was still clear:
“If I, Luo Qingyi, bully Big Brother Pei Sheng again, he can do whatever he wants to me, and I’ll obey him in everything.”
Why didn’t she come a little closer? All that effort, wasted.
[Extra Scene 1]
Luo Qingyi had been watching for a few days and realized that Pei Sheng had been having a truly rough time lately.
Sometimes the front of his clothes was ripped open, revealing the pale mole beneath his collarbone. Sometimes there was a huge tear in his sleeve, exposing his muscular forearm. Once, even his entire top was torn open, leaving his jade-white chest completely bare, impossible to cover up.
She felt deeply sympathetic: her senior brother had fallen on such hard times that he couldn’t even get a single intact set of clothes. How pitiful.
[Extra Scene 2]
Of course, the Hehuan Sect had exams too.
On the day the results were posted, Luo Qingyi looked at her senior brother near the top of the list and herself at the bottom, unable to believe it. “Aren’t you on the Heartless Path? You know the art of seduction too?”
She hadn’t understood a single word in class!
“The arts of the world all lead to the same destination,” Pei Sheng replied modestly.
Reader’s Guide:
1. This story may include all kinds of gazes!
2. The Heartless Path includes first love. One-on-one pairing throughout.
3. The plot goes wherever it likes, all in service of the romance.
4. Ten thousand words are already written. It’ll start in October!
Theme: A gentleman is judged by his actions, not his thoughts
