My Obsessive Master Has Too Many Avatars - Chapter 2

By now, I couldn’t tell which of the comments were true and which were false.

My lips still hurt. I touched them and found no blood, yet I caught a trace of pine.

Pine had always been Fuchen’s favorite scent.

Was fear making me imagine things, or…had he really escaped?

My heart clenched. Palpitations and misery washed over me. Frantically, I dumped a heap of jars and bottles out of my storage ring and rummaged through them. The moment I found the love-forgetting potion, I began pouring it down my throat as though my life meant nothing.

“Cough—cough, cough!”

I’d drunk too fast. I choked, coughing so hard tears sprang to my eyes.

No.

He couldn’t get out. I was scaring myself.

“Senior Brother.”

Que Nian’s voice came from outside. I went rigid, almost biting my tongue.

“Are you all right? You looked unwell earlier. I brought some pills to settle your mind.”

His voice was clear and gentle, with a touch of caution.

I swallowed, trying to sound calm.

“Thank you, Junior Brother, but there’s no need. I’ve already gone to bed.”

He didn’t leave. His voice suddenly became so soft it seemed the wind might carry it away.

“Did you go to the mountain behind the sect today?”

The blood in my body turned cold.

How did he know?

I stared at the door, my heart hammering as though it would leap out of my chest. I even held my breath.

“Don’t be afraid, Senior Brother. I didn’t follow you. It’s just…when you came back, you carried the miasma found only on that mountain.”

After a long time, his footsteps slowly receded.

I collapsed onto the floor, soaked in cold sweat. I didn’t even understand why I was so afraid of him.

The comments screamed.

[AAAAAAH! That’s our male lead! I can feel the pressure through the screen!]

[Help, I think he’s got a possessive psycho streak. I like him even more now!]

[How does the villain keep attracting such powerful men? I’m starting to feel sorry for him.]

I forced myself up on unsteady legs, my mind a mess.

Then my gaze swept over the bronze mirror.

I froze as if struck by lightning.

At some point, a red beauty mark had appeared on my earlobe.

I trembled all over. Back when Fuchen and I made love, he had loved dotting my body with cinnabar marks.

It hadn’t been an illusion.

I lunged toward the mirror. Once I was certain the mark was real, I stood rooted to the spot, forgetting even to breathe.

“A-Bai, why did you leave without waiting for your master to wake?”

A cold breath brushed my neck. That familiar voice sounded right beside my ear.

I spun around.

No one was there.

Then I looked back at the bronze mirror.

In the reflection, a pale hand rested on my shoulder.

The hand suddenly reached out of the mirror and dragged me inside!

I fell against Fuchen. He locked me in his arms.

“A-Bai…who do you like better? Your master, or Que Nian?”