Chapter 289: Teased, Wanting to Hold Back, Yet Unable to Resist
Chapter 289: Chapter 289: Teased, Wanting to Hold Back, Yet Unable to Resist
Mo Chen’s spiritual power seemed to have developed a temper of its own. It clung affectionately to Yun Sheng’s spiritual power, tangling itself around hers and refusing to budge an inch. They rubbed and nuzzled gently against her with an unconscious sense of dependence, showing no intention of letting go. Instead, the more they rubbed, the more intimate they became.
Mo Chen’s jaw tightened. He immediately focused his mind, attempting to forcefully yank his spiritual power back with his consciousness. But his stubborn spiritual power refused to obey. Instead, it wrapped around hers even tighter. The nuzzling force grew more pronounced, carrying an indescribable sense of provocation and tease.
Yun Sheng’s body went completely soft. She instinctively bit her lower lip until a faint red tinge appeared, barely managing to stifle the whimper that threatened to spill from her mouth. That numb, scorching sensation spread madly through her spiritual landscape, slowly draining all the strength from her body. Her knees went so weak she could hardly stand.
Watching Mo Chen still trying to forcefully pull his spiritual power back, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and spoke up. "Don’t... don’t rush. Take it slow."
His spiritual power was already tangled tightly around hers. Forcefully yanking it didn’t make it retreat; instead, it made it increasingly restless, teasing her until she felt utterly unbearable.
Her impossibly soft voice fell upon his ears. Mo Chen looked up, his gaze crashing right into Yun Sheng’s misty, tear-filled eyes. Her long eyelashes drooped wetly, and tears shimmered in her eyes. Her cheeks were still burning a bright red. That shy, soft appearance was so enticing it made his heart scorch and his throat tighten.
His eyes abruptly darkened. He subconsciously slowed down his pulling, no longer trying to force it, and simply used his consciousness to gently soothe his stubborn spiritual power. Then, he forced himself to look away, shifting his attention to the holographic screen projected from the device on his wrist.
His and Yun Sheng’s spiritual power compatibility boldly displayed a staggering 99.8%.
This number was simply heaven-defying! It far exceeded any known compatibility record between a Sentinel and a guide in the Star Alliance. It was an almost perfect match!
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Mo Chen looked at Yun Sheng and asked hesitantly, "Yun Sheng, you’ve guided Bai Ye before. Have you... ever tested your spiritual power compatibility with him?"
Hearing this out of the blue, Yun Sheng was visibly stunned. A trace of confusion flashed through her eyes before she gently shook her head. "No. Why do you ask?"
She wondered inwardly why Mo Chen would suddenly ask this, and whether he had misunderstood her relationship with Bai Ye.
Seeing her shake her head, a hint of confusion flashed through Mo Chen’s eyes. Then he asked, "Then... do you have a Sentinel right now?"
"I do," Yun Sheng replied directly, without the slightest hesitation.
"Would you mind calling your Sentinel over? I’d like to run a spiritual power compatibility test for the two of you."
"Well..." Yun Sheng frowned slightly. A hint of concern flickered in her eyes, and her tone became hesitant.
She wasn’t sure if Mo Chen had ever studied Si Jin’s spiritual power before, but his sensitivity to spiritual power far surpassed that of ordinary people. If Si Jin came over for this test, Mo Chen might very well recognize his identity just from his spiritual power alone. After all, Si Jin was currently the Star Alliance’s number one wanted criminal. His identity absolutely could not be exposed!
Perhaps noticing her hesitation and dilemma, Mo Chen didn’t press the matter. He simply said indifferently, "You don’t have to decide right now. You can go out later, contact him, discuss it with him, and then tell me the result."
Hearing this, Yun Sheng breathed a small sigh of relief and nodded. "Alright."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the spiritual power entangled around hers become much more docile. It was no longer wantonly teasing her, nor was it as restless as before.
She snuck a glance at Mo Chen, only to see him with a tense, handsome face and slightly furrowed brows. His unblinking gaze was fixed on the holographic screen on his wrist, maintaining his usual serious demeanor of a research fanatic.
Yun Sheng’s heart stirred. She subconsciously channeled her own spiritual power, leaning back to rub against Mo Chen’s spiritual power that was wrapped around her. The action was incredibly gentle, like a silent soothing, or a response to that lingering affection.
At the same time, Mo Chen’s body stiffened imperceptibly. His hand, hanging by his side, quietly clenched into a fist. However, he didn’t look up, maintaining his posture of looking down at the data. Instead, he quietly followed Yun Sheng’s pacification, gradually drawing his spiritual power back in, afraid of repeating his previous loss of control.
Time ticked by. When Mo Chen’s last strand of spiritual power retreated from Yun Sheng’s spiritual landscape, both of them let out a sigh of relief simultaneously. Their taut nerves were finally able to relax.
A fine layer of sweat covered Yun Sheng’s forehead, and waves of weakness washed over her knees. She instinctively braced her hand against the nearby lab bench, barely managing to steady herself.
"The data processing here isn’t finished yet. It still needs to be integrated and analyzed, which will take some time. You can go outside and rest for a bit. Have some water and catch your breath. I’ll notify you once the data is ready," Mo Chen spoke in a low, calm voice.
"Alright, I’ll head out first," Yun Sheng replied softly. After taking off the device from her wrist, she turned and walked toward the laboratory door.
The laboratory door closed gently with a soft CLICK.
The moment that soft sound echoed, Mo Chen slowly raised his head, his gaze landing on the tightly shut laboratory door. The coldness and rigor in his eyes vanished instantly, like a popped bubble.
The calmness he had just forced himself to maintain had long since exhausted all his self-control. Now, stripped of his disguise, all that remained was an ill-concealed restlessness, the surging throbs in his heart, and a trace of unspeakable disappointment.
"A near one hundred percent compatibility rate... truly terrifying!"
Mo Chen curled his lips in self-mockery. He clenched his fists tightly, and after a long moment, slowly released them. Forcing himself to retract his gaze, he looked back at the jumping data on the holographic screen, immersing himself in the study of Yun Sheng’s spiritual power.
Meanwhile, Yun Sheng, who had just stepped out of the laboratory, felt as if all the strength had been instantly drained from her body. Her footsteps were unsteady as she barely managed to take a few steps. Her legs gave way, her knees buckling sharply, and she nearly collapsed straight to the floor.
Just then, a warm, powerful hand reached out and quickly wrapped around her waist, catching her securely.
"Yun Sheng."
Bai Ye’s deep, worried voice sounded from above. He leaned in slightly, his gaze landing on her face. When he saw her flushed face and the lingering moisture in her eyes, the hand pressing against her waist abruptly tightened.
"Are you alright?" His voice was pitched very low, laced with deep concern. His gaze was locked tightly on Yun Sheng, afraid to miss even the slightest abnormality on her face.
Yun Sheng subconsciously wanted to push him away, but her entire body was limp and achy. She didn’t even have the strength to lift her arms, so she could only let him half-embrace her.
She caught her breath before saying softly, "I’m a little tired. Can you help me to the lounge so I can rest for a bit?"
That hoarse, soft voice fell into Bai Ye’s ears, gently pricking his heart like a fine needle. His eyes darkened a few shades further, the emotions within them growing increasingly complex—there was heartache, worry, and a trace of barely concealed possessiveness.