[Cool, fastidious, gentle master × foxlike disciple with a sweet exterior and a dark, scheming heart]
Leng Yuyin was reborn at a time when her young disciple had yet to become a demon.
The boy kneeling before her, begging for forgiveness, was her youngest and most obedient disciple, Yan Shen.
Who could have known that this well-behaved disciple would become a demon at eighteen, turning into a madman?
He slaughtered the four great immortal sects, murdered his fellow disciples, and imprisoned his master.
In this life, Leng Yuyin only wanted to stay far away from him. But fate had other plans.
She came down with a strange illness. Her body often ran hot, and five-petaled flower-shaped marks appeared on her skin. Only Yan Shen's scent could ease her pain and make the red marks fade.
She had always been proud and aloof. How could she break the rules? All she could do was steal her young disciple's clothes and use them to ease her symptoms.
But her condition worsened day by day. The clothes were no longer enough, so she had to swallow her embarrassment and pretend to touch her disciple by accident.
Whenever she lost herself in desire and their closeness crossed the line, she would suddenly come to her senses and sharply call a halt.
She was afraid something might happen if they went any further.
But in Yan Shen's eyes, every abrupt stop meant that his master thought he was no good.
After every encounter with his master, he would use cold water to calm himself down and secretly resolve to do better next time.
Eventually, touching was no longer enough. They would need to go further.
Leng Yuyin was adamantly opposed.
First, she was like a flower growing on a high peak. How could she do something so mundane?
Second, he was still a young boy, and she didn't want to ruin his life.
And besides, he was Yan Shen, the very man who would one day imprison her and slaughter the immortals.
So she chose to avoid him at every turn. She thought she was hiding it well, never realizing that Yan Shen would become obsessed over it.
Yan Shen mistakenly thought his master despised him so much that she couldn't even bear to see him.
The bitter ache of yearning without fulfillment, and the despair of being pushed away, finally erupted.
One day, he pinned his master beneath him and, weeping, begged her almost desperately to show him mercy.
“Master... please don't ignore me... Look at me. Don't despise me. I can do it...”
[Reader's Guide]
One-on-one, male-female romance, happy ending, nontraditional cultivation
1. The master and disciple have a ten-year age gap.
2. The middle of the story includes faked death and amnesia tropes.
3. The master has a skin hunger condition.
4. Rebirth story, on her third life.
Theme: Do good deeds and uphold justice without seeking recognition
