After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

The afternoon autumn sun, having lost the scorching edge of midsummer, still spreads its golden brilliance freely.

The brilliance spilled over the blue bricks of the courtyard and flowed into the girl's eyes, which were like snow-sculpted ice sculptures, causing even the deep chill in her eyes to shimmer with a few wisps of light.

Looking at the double-edged sword hanging three inches away, a chill suddenly shot up from Shen Shuchou's spine and straight to the top of his head.

But in an instant, he forced himself to calm down, looked up and met the girl's face, which was covered with a cold, aloof expression, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Su Jueluo, what are you doing?"

Shen Shuchou frowned.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Shuchou tried to get up to avoid the sword tip hanging between his legs, but he hadn't moved an inch.

A flash of snow suddenly appeared before his eyes, and the girl's jade-like leg, hidden under her skirt, was raised high, her toes landing steadily on his shoulder. With a little force, she pressed him back into the rocking chair.

Shen Shuchou was suddenly startled and subconsciously looked up.

The angle is perfect, allowing a clear view of what's under Su Jue Luo's skirt when she lifts her leg.

He was completely covered up inside, with not a trace of spring in the way, but his sudden raising of his eyes inevitably met Su Jue Luo's snowy gaze.

In an instant, a touch of crimson, like snowflakes touched with rouge, swiftly swept across the icy lake in her eyes, as fast as someone accidentally knocking over a rouge box, only to be noticed by her in a flash.

That hint of shyness hadn't even taken shape before it was crushed by a sudden surge of anger.

"lecher!"

Before the shout had even finished, the jade foot on her shoulder was suddenly pulled back, and then, with a gust of wind, it stomped hard on Shen Shuchou's chest.

The force was like a sudden rainstorm hitting a stone, throwing him and his chair to the ground. The wooden chair crashed into the blue bricks with a dull thud.

The bamboo rocking chair beneath him was suddenly crushed by that brute force, and the bamboo strips made a soft cracking sound.

Su Jueluo stood there, looking down at the disheveled Shen Shuchou on the ground, her snow-white eyes filled with an unyielding frost.

But the scene from just now kept replaying in his mind: the curve of the skirt when he lifted his leg, the moment he suddenly looked up. Those overlooked details now pierced him like needles.

It was only after a while that she realized the displeasure hidden in that action, and even a hint of ambiguity that she herself was ashamed to admit.

But who is she? She is that plum blossom that stands proudly in the cold wind, and even if she has made a mistake, there is no reason for her to bow her head and admit it.

Moreover, she entered the courtyard today to find out Shen Shuchou's true purpose, so how could she let this little incident distract her?

Shen Shuchou silently propped himself up, his gaze sweeping over the rocking chair beneath him, which was deformed from being pressed down. The crisscrossing bamboo strips still retained the warmth of where he had just sat.

In that instant, a rare coldness surged in his eyes.

But he quickly suppressed the chill, his fingertips curling up and then relaxing; now was not the time to reveal himself.

However, even so, it doesn't mean he would let this inexplicable anger fester and fester in his chest.

"Su Jueluo, if you're sick, go get treatment as soon as possible, don't delay."

Shen Shuchou gazed at Su Jueluo's aloof, ice-carved face, a cold smile playing on his lips.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind, and he really wanted to tear off her aloof and unapproachable facade, trample it underfoot, and see how pathetic she would look then.

Su Jue Luo's eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting him to utter such insults.

The next instant, a chilling aura surged in his eyes like a sudden snowstorm, and the double-edged sword in his hand was already subtly raised, its sharpness poised to strike.

Shen Shuchou took in her every move, but instead of showing any fear, he strode towards her despite the biting cold.

In just a few steps, he stood in front of Su Jue Luo, their breaths mingling, and they were only a hand's width apart.

Within those few inches, Shen Shuchou clearly caught a fleeting glimpse of panic in the girl's eyes.

The sarcasm in his eyes deepened, his voice low and husky, tinged with a deliberate lewdness: "Miss Su just called me a lecher, but if you hadn't insisted on lifting your leg, how could this misunderstanding have arisen? It's laughable, really. Was there nothing under Miss Su's skirt to begin with, or was I simply not seeing clearly? Why don't you lift your leg again, Miss Su, so I can get a better look?"

Su Jue Luo blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and for a moment she wondered if she had misheard.

But the mockery in Shen Shuchou's eyes was like an ice needle, piercing straight into her eyes.

In an instant, a terrifying aura of malevolence surged from the girl's body, as if a storm had arisen from nowhere.

The last trace of crimson in his eyes was crushed by the killing intent, bursting forth like countless cold stars, as if the surrounding air itself was about to freeze and crack from this killing intent.

She suddenly exerted force with her jade-like hand holding the sword, and was about to raise the double-edged sword, but a hand firmly gripped her wrist.

His other hand reached out from the left and gently placed on her shoulder.

The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric, like a small flame, making her back tense up suddenly, and even her breath caught in her throat.

Su Jue Luo has completely crashed.

Born as proud and aloof as the snow-capped Kunlun Mountains, when had she ever been so closely restrained?

Her snow-white eyes widened slightly, churning with fear, anger, and a hint of panic she herself was unaware of, like a frozen pool stirred up by a raging storm.

In my line of sight, the hand that was resting on my shoulder seemed to have a mind of its own, slowly sliding down like a snake.

His voice carried a lazy mockery, "That's what you call a lecherous playboy. I'm just an ordinary person, while Miss Su is a star hanging atop the mountains. Why would she condescend to cause me trouble?"

After saying that, his smile faded, and his expression became somewhat indifferent.

Ignoring the shock, anger, and shame surging in Su Jue Luo's eyes, he paused and said, "I am not as despicable as Miss Su thinks, nor do I harbor any other intentions. You broke my rocking chair, and I also got some of the starlight's fragrance. So, we're even now. Goodbye."

Finally, he turned slightly to the side, adopting a gesture of seeing the guest off. His words, "I won't see you off," were neither too soft nor too hard, as if he truly intended to sweep this star, who exuded frost, out of his own courtyard.

Su Jue Luo stood frozen in place, her fingers clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned bluish-white.

The storm in her snowy eyes was about to burst out, but the words "touched by her beauty" made her chest feel tight, and her throat felt like it was stuck with ice, so she couldn't find a single word to refute them.

Just as Shen Shuchou's figure was about to disappear into the shadows of the corridor, Su Jueluo finally couldn't hold back any longer and coldly shouted, "Stop!"

"Does Miss Su have any further instructions?"

He didn't even turn his head, his tone as flat as a deep pool, without the slightest ripple.

"I'll compensate you for the rocking chair, but you touched me, so we can't just let it go like this."

A smile appeared on Su Jue Luo's lips.

These words finally made Shen Shuchou turn around, his eyes filled with a half-smile as he scrutinized her: "Does Miss Su still want to touch me back?"

"sure!"

Su Jue Luo met his gaze, her lips curving into a wider smile, yet the smile concealed a chilling coldness.

In the instant Shen Shuchou was slightly taken aback, a blinding white light suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The biting cold swept in like a sudden winter, with overwhelming force, as if even the air itself was about to freeze into ice blades.

In the white mist, the girl's voice was as soft as a sigh, yet every word carried a chill: "But before you touch me, you have to leave that hand behind."