Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Be My Pillow

Before she could even shift her weight to stand, Shen Yu’s finger accurately flicked her forehead once again, instantly cutting off her sentence mid-breath.

"No," he commanded, his deep, natural voice carrying a smooth but absolute authority that resonated through the quiet room.

"You are going to sleep right now."

Ruolan pouted slightly, her slender fingers rubbing her brow as she looked up at him with a helpless, pleading expression that she would never show another soul.

"But Senior Brother, I am honestly not feeling sleepy at all. The pure Qi from your food has completely revitalized me. My reserves are overflowing."

"I said no," Shen Yu countered unyieldingly, his green pupils locking onto hers with a firm, protective dominance that brooked absolutely no argument.

"Your spiritual energy might be replenished, but your mental foundation is still severely strained from overdrawing your soul force. You are going to rest for a while after that grueling, week-long refinement you put yourself through."

Seeing the stubborn, uncompromising set of his jaw and realizing he was absolutely not listening to a single one of her excuses, Ruolan let out a soft, defeated sigh.

Yet, a sudden, bold thought flashed through her mind, a reckless spike of courage entirely fueled by the intoxicating warmth of his proximity and the deep craving for his touch.

"Fine..." she murmured, her vibrant blue eyes flashing with a rare, playful defiance as she looked back up at him through her lashes.

"But only if you are accompanying me."

"Um... what?"

For a split second, Shen Yu was actually caught slightly off guard.

He hadn’t expected this fiercely independent, usually standoffish prodigy to display such an openly needy, forward behavior.

"Be my pillow," she declared softly, a bright, beautiful blush painting her cheeks even as she gathered her courage to double down.

Before he could offer a witty reply, her slender, delicate hands wrapped firmly around his large wrist.

With a quiet, breathless determination, she led him over to the plush velvet sofa resting in the sunlit corner of the workshop.

She submissively guided him to sit down against the heavy armrest, and without a single moment of hesitation, she laid her body down across the cushions, resting her head directly onto his broad lap.

"Fine..." she murmured, her blue eyes flashing with a rare, playful defiance as she looked back up at him.

"But only if you are accompanying me."

"Um... what?"

For a split second, Shen Yu was actually caught slightly off guard.

He hadn’t expected this fiercely independent, prideful alchemist to display such an openly needy, forward behavior.

"Be my pillow," she declared softly, a bright blush painting her cheeks even as she gathered her courage.

Before he could reply, her slender, delicate hands wrapped firmly around his large wrist.

With a quiet, breathless determination, she led him over to the plush velvet sofa in the corner of the workshop.

She submissively guided him to sit down against the armrest, and without a single moment of hesitation, she laid her body down across the cushions, resting her head directly onto his lap.

Shen Yu looked down at the brilliant prodigy using his thighs as a headrest.

A slow, genuinely amused smile broke across his handsome features.

Yielding to her unspoken plea, he raised his large hand and began to gently massage her scalp, his long fingers trailing through her flowing blue hair with slow, rhythmic strokes.

The moment his fingers began to work their magic, a deep shiver of absolute comfort ran through Ruolan’s spine.

She let out a soft, fluttering sigh, her eyelids immediately growing heavy as she relaxed her entire body completely into his presence, feeling entirely safe under his weight.

Minutes ticked by in tranquil silence, the rhythmic soothing of his massage beautifully lulling her mind toward sleep.

Yet, just as her breathing turned shallow and her consciousness hovered on the brink of slumber, she didn’t open her eyes.

Instead, her voice broke the quiet, dropping into a tone that was remarkably quiet, steady, and far more serious than her usual cadence.

"Who are you... Senior Brother Mo?"

Hearing those words, Shen Yu’s heartbeat slowed.

His pupils narrowed as he looked down at her with a sudden, serious intensity.

Maintaining his composure, he forced his usual playful tone into his voice.

"What do you mean by that, little alchemist? I am Mo Liu, your friend."

A soft smile played on Ruolan’s lips, her eyes remaining closed as she breathed out a quiet chuckle.

"I know that is the name you use. But who are you, really?"

"What are you implying?" This time, Shen Yu’s voice dropped its playful edge, sounding cold and remarkably serious.

"I mean that you are absolutely a master alchemist, your knowledge and theories are far beyond anything this city has ever seen," Ruolan murmured, her voice steady and entirely devoid of its previous fatigue.

"But you are not an ancient Nascent Soul realm cultivator. Your true skeletal age is incredibly young, and your cultivation... you are just an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Hearing this, Shen Yu’s body tensed instinctively.

His muscles locked, and the sudden urge to execute Phantom Step and retreat flared within his mind.

But before his legs could even twitch, an overwhelming, terrifying weight materialized out of nowhere, slamming down upon the entire pavilion workshop.

It was the unmistakable, suffocating pressure of a Golden Core realm aura.

The sheer force of the spiritual pressure pinned him to the velvet sofa, heavy enough to restrict his movements but precise enough not to crush the furniture beneath them.

Slowly, Bai Ruolan opened her eyes.

The deep, ocean-blue of her irises had vanished, replaced by a brilliant, glowing silver light that hummed with pure, concentrated spiritual power.

Her smile widened slightly, lacking any malice, yet carrying the absolute authority of a true powerhouse.

"Don’t worry, Senior Brother... I am not going to kill you," she whispered, her head still resting casually on his lap despite the immense aura radiating from her body.

"If I wanted you dead, I would have erased you the very first night you carelessly intruded through my window."

The silver light in her eyes flickered, locking onto his disguised green eyes with absolute, unyielding focus.

"So, let me ask you one more time, Senior Brother Mo... who are you?"