93: Chapter 93 Shopping

At 1:00 PM, on the top floor of the Jiangzhou IFS Center, inside the international haute couture brand VIP exclusive zone.

The floor here was covered with thick, handmade wool carpets, making footsteps completely silent.

The air was suffused with the scent of expensive, high-end fragrance.

Several shopping guides wearing uniform black uniforms stood in a row at the entrance of the exclusive zone with professional smiles.

The moment Lin Ye and his group stepped into the mall, the originally bustling crowd fell into a momentary dead silence.

Walking at the very front, Lin Ye was dressed in minimalist workwear, yet his restrained aura as a Pure Yang Grandmaster caused passing pedestrians to instinctively feel a wave of oppression, prompting them to step aside and clear the path.

Behind him, these two peerless fiends—one big, one small—along with a Miao girl, directly raised both the visual appeal and the eerie atmosphere of the entire street.

Leng Yue showed no interest in the flashing neon lights and holographic projections around her, her slender fingers occasionally brushing across the glass counters.

Her crimson eyes beneath her sunglasses were as cold and indifferent as ice, as if this dazzling mortal world were merely a fleeting, intermittent snapshot in her long life.

"Big Sister, that perfume-wearing sister smells so fake, like a spoiled flower."

Frost Star muttered, leaning close to Leng Yue.

Passing by a designer perfume counter, several socialites who were testing fragrances originally intended to point fingers at these people dressed in "bizarre attire".

But when Leng Yue turned her head and gave them a faint glance, the top-tier hierarchical suppression originating from the Drought Demon rank swept over them.

It instantly made their hearts feel as though they were being gripped by icy claws, leaving their faces pale and frozen in place until Lin Ye and the others walked far away, at which point they dared to gasp for breath.

This was the so-called "separation between immortals and mortals"; even when suppressing her killing intent, this fear rooted deep within the soul still made ordinary people awe-stricken and terrified.

Fatty Wang acted as both laborer and driver, hiding that butchering knife inside his oversized sports jacket.

He brazenly sank deep into the genuine leather sofa in the rest area, guzzling down a cup of freshly ground Blue Mountain coffee.

His eyes kept sweeping back and forth over the six-figure-priced gowns, clicking his tongue continuously.

"Goodness, these few pieces of ragged cloth put together are enough to buy a bachelor apartment in the old district. The world of the rich is truly hard to understand."

Facing a giant floor-to-ceiling mirror, Ayugu was struggling against a black body-hugging short skirt encrusted with crushed diamonds.

The Miao silver ornaments on her neck and wrists jingled noisily, frequently drawing side glances from several shopping guides.

She irritably tugged at the tight skirt hem, loudly complaining:

"The clothes in this city choke the breath right out of you, tying up your hands and feet completely. If you run into an enemy casting a gu curse, you wouldn't even be able to pull out your bugs. Wearing this stuff to a fight is pure suicide."

Lin Ye sat on a single sofa flipping through a fashion magazine, replying without even lifting his head:

"Tonight we are going out to eat, no one asked you to cast any gu. Go change into that modified Miao-style embroidered long dress, and don't leak your jar of poisonous bugs in other people's shop."

Frost Star, on the other hand, was clinging in front of a row of Gothic Lolita dresses.

The little girl picked and chose among a pile of pink and white dresses, finally pulling out a blood-red fluffy skirt with a dark cross printed on the hem.

Hugging the dress, she ran up to Lin Ye with sparkling eyes and two sharp little canine teeth exposed:

"Brother-in-law, the color of this dress looks like freshly drawn heart's blood, Frost Star likes it!"

Lin Ye helplessly reached out and messed up her silver-blue intertwined twin tails, pushing her shoulders toward the fitting room: "If you like it, go change into it. After changing, I'll take you downstairs to buy ice cream."

Having settled the two troublemakers, Lin Ye's gaze shifted to the quietest corner of the venue.

The shopping guide supervisor was trembling as she held a store-suppressing treasure, guiding Leng Yue toward the largest VIP fitting room at the end of the corridor.

That was a dark blue velvet evening gown as profound as the night sky.

The tailoring perfectly fitted the human body's curves, with a large hollowed-out area on the back maintained only by a few slender black crisscross straps.

This design's requirement for the wearer's figure was demanding to the extreme—an extra fraction would look fat, and a fraction less would fail to support the frame.

Leng Yue took the gown, her dark red eyes casually sweeping over her figure in the mirror, and turned to step into the fitting room.

Ten minutes passed, and the door to the fitting room remained tightly shut.

Just as the shopping guide supervisor was anxious enough to knock and ask, a soft call from Leng Yue, tinged with a bit of embarrassment amidst her chilliness, came from inside.

"Husband... could you come in and help this concubine?"

As these words fell within the silent haute couture zone, the gazes of several shopping guides instantly turned meaningful.

Lin Ye closed the magazine and stood up.

Enduring Fatty Wang's gossipy expression of "take it easy, brother", he pushed open the half-closed frosted glass door of the fitting room and locked it with a backhand motion.

The space inside the fitting room was quite spacious, yet the temperature plummeted below freezing the moment Lin Ye stepped in.

The cold fragrance of the Manjusaka was intense to the extreme, rushing straight to the brain.

Leng Yue stood with her back to the door.

That dark blue velvet gown barely hung on the crook of her arms, and the few complex ribbons on her back were completely entangled and twisted together.

The thin straps dug into the fair, delicate soft flesh, pressing out eye-catching marks glowing with pale red.

She turned her head slightly, her normally decisive and merciless eyes now rippling with watery waves, the corners of her eyes stained with an unconcealable shyness.

"These modern clothes are overly cumbersome; this concubine cannot untie the knot on the back."

Lin Ye's Adam's apple rolled heavily as he strode forward.

His chest pressed close to her flawless, smooth back.

The scorching Pure Yang body temperature was transmitted across a fraction of a millimeter, provoking the Drought Demon's extreme Yin qi deep within Leng Yue's bones to instinctively surge and contend.

Two completely opposing auras collided violently inside the cramped fitting room, brewing a viscous sensation that made breathing tight.

Lin Ye stretched out his distinct-knuckled large hand, his fingertips picking up the black strap embedded in the snow-white skin.

His rough fingertips inevitably brushed across her sensitive butterfly bones.

The cool and slick texture, accompanied by a slight tremor, traveled straight from his fingertips to Lin Ye's neural center.

"Don't move around, the knot is tangled very tightly."

Lin Ye's voice was low and hoarse, his scorching breath spraying behind Leng Yue's fair earlobes.

Leng Yue protected her chest with both hands, gently gripping the front lapel of the gown.

She bit her lower lip, letting out an extremely light sigh from deep within her throat.

This sound crushed her millennium-old cold exterior, revealing a hint of rare softness.

Lin Ye patiently untied the dead knot bit by bit.

Every time his fingertips slid, Leng Yue's spine tightened slightly.

Her body gradually softened, her center of gravity shifting backward, leaning completely into Lin Ye's wide embrace.

"Husband..."

Leng Yue raised her slender neck, her silver-white hair tangling around Lin Ye's wrist.

With her eyes half-closed, her aura exuded reliance and peace of mind:

"Is it untied?"

Lin Ye did not answer.

His hands moved down along her waistline, pulling the gown into place, the dark blue velvet perfectly matching her waist and hips.

Inside the fitting mirror, two figures clung closely together.

Lin Ye lowered his head, Leng Yue raised her face, and the two kissed gently in front of the mirror.

Separated by the thin door panel, this secretive intimacy was exceptionally heart-palpitating.

Until Fatty Wang's urging voice came from outside, Lin Ye reluctantly released his restraint and arranged the final straps for her.

Pushing open the door and stepping out, Leng Yue, having finished changing, stunned the entire venue.

The dark blue velvet set off her snow-white skin and silver hair, revealing a fatal nobility amidst her cold elegance, forcibly wearing those tens-of-thousands-of-yuan luxury items with the majestic pressure of a priceless treasure.

Paying the bill by card, the group returned with a full load.

Dusk was falling, and the neon lights were beginning to turn on.

At the magnificent grand entrance of the top-floor banquet hall of the Jiangzhou Grand Hotel, luxury cars of all kinds gathered, and celebrities and dignitaries shuttled back and forth like a weaving shuttle.