Chapter 330: Huang Aotian Wants to Sleep With the Yellow-haired
The senior Xing Bu felt extremely uncomfortable under the intense gaze of Yun Zhonghe, and just as she was about to speak up to break the awkward atmosphere, the door was knocked on once again.
“Oh, another guest? You handle it.”
Xing Bu saw this as an escape from the weird vibe, like receiving a royal pardon, and vanished instantly, leaving Yun Zhonghe alone with the door opening again.
Yun Zhonghe couldn’t deal with her anymore, so he turned his attention to the door.
It was already dark outside, so he couldn’t see the silhouette of who came in.
But Yun Zhonghe could feel it—this had to be Mu Jixue.
Sure enough, as the door gently opened, a silvery strand of hair entered first, a cascade of Mu Jixue’s hair shimmering silver as it caught the moonlight filtering through the window, blending perfectly with the night sky and her person—a beautiful, otherworldly scene that could make hearts skip beats.
For some reason, Yun Zhonghe’s heart fluttered uncontrollably.
Even when facing other girls, he’d never felt such anticipation.
Outside, yellow leaves danced in the autumn breeze, shedding like grains of sand in an hourglass, marking each passing second.
Yun Zhonghe’s mind returned to its senses amidst the serene yet fleeting moment.
“Why are you staring at me like that, huh?”
Mu Jixue’s voice was shy, and the hint of arrogance hid a turbulent heart.
She gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, a graceful touch. Then, she stepped into the room slowly, each step echoing in Yun Zhonghe’s chest.
Yun Zhonghe snapped out of it, looking at her. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself: “Nothing, I was just thinking about something.”
“Ah, I see…”
A tinge of sadness tinged her voice.
From that night on, Mu Jixue would take full care of Yun Zhonghe.
Originally, Yun Zhonghe thought they’d only stay up until bedtime, but Mu Jixue told him she’d stay for the whole night. An emotion he’d never felt before started growing inside him—a mix of thrill, excitement, and a slight unease.
He was getting too excited, almost manic.
Yun Zhonghe realized he couldn’t hide his feelings towards Mu Jixue anymore; they went beyond what friends should have.
And these feelings were spreading too fast, faster than even he could control.
Not the first time this happened.
Whenever Mu Jixue appeared, even if she just sat quietly by, warmth spread through his chest all the way down to his heart.
Could it be… he really liked Mu Jixue?
This thought hit him like a lightning bolt, nearly jumping out of his chest.
No, no, it’s real, or fake?
Am I really into this yellow-haired girl?!
Though crazy, this idea flamed uncontrollably in his mind, sweeping him away with emotions, every cell cheering it on.
Yun Zhonghe was speechless.
He tried arguing with himself but found it impossible.
Yes, impossible, yet in his heart, he felt Mu Jixue was becoming cuter and more reliable, every small gesture stirring his heart deeply.
Not just cute but incredibly dependable, her selfless actions even made dull old Yun Zhonghe notice.
Yun Zhonghe lay still in bed, while Mu Jixue sat lightly on the edge.
Their gazes met midair; their breaths mingled into a warm embrace, filling the room with unmatched tension.
His heart raced uncontrollably.
His head swirled, thoughts spiraling like leaves swept by a storm, ungrounded.
Wasn’t his purpose to bring Huang Aotian and the female lead together? How did it come to this?
Yun Zhonghe was confused and wanted advice from the Book of Prophecy, but the book remained silent.
Elsewhere, Senior Xing Bu sensibly floated away, no one to answer his questions.
The room fell silent, quite different from the cheerful vibes other girls brought during the day.
“T-that…” Mu Jixue lowered her eyes, hands twining nervously, biting her lip, “How’s your injury? The physician gave me some ointment. It’s for your wounds.”
Yun Zhonghe looked at her palm, holding a delicate porcelain bottle.
The bottle was carved from pale blue jade, gleaming softly, shrouded in a mist.
While mostly suffering internal injuries, Yun Zhonghe still had some outer wounds.
But this bottle held precious elixirs from Master Youyue, which she hid as doctor-issued, to avoid Yun Zhonghe feeling burdened.
However, she should’ve changed the bottle.
Yun Zhonghe recognized it from the game; it belonged to Huang Aotian, a very precious item.
But he understood Mu Jixue’s intention. Exposing it now wouldn’t be right.
Smiling gratefully, Yun Zhonghe played innocent: “Thanks, I can apply it myself.”
“No, some places probably won’t be easy for you,” Mu Jixue insisted.
Yun Zhonghe complied.
As the sheets were lifted slightly, Yun Zhonghe removed his shirt, exposing strong, muscular arms. But bruises and scars marred his otherwise striking physique.
In the battle against the Disaster Empress, despite dodging the fatal strikes almost flawlessly, he was not spared minor injuries. He didn’t mention them though.
Mu Jixue’s eyes reddened, her lips tightened in distress.
She knew these were for her sake—she was supposed to face the Disaster Empress, but he took the brunt.
Her heart ached.
With gentle precision, Mu Jixue dabbed the ointment, treating it as if it were the rarest treasure, meticulously focused.
Her fingers moved softly over the wounds, each touch cool yet soothing. Cloud Zhonghe involuntarily closed his eyes, unsure why.
Vivid yet hazy memories flooded his mind—Mu Jixue atop him in a joyous bridal chamber, her body sliding gently against his, every movement stirring her breath and heat.
Strange, where did this come from? He couldn’t remember this at all.
“Sis! That’s hurt!”
The ointment hit a sensitive spot, causing Yun Zhonghe to gasp in pain.
“Sorry! Did that hurt much?” Mu Jixue stopped, concern etched across her face.
“It’s fine, nothing serious,” Yun Zhonghe gritted with a forced smile.
Mu Jixue continued applying the ointment.
“By the way,” Mu Jixue breathed deeply, readying herself, “could I … sleep with you tonight?”
Yun Zhonghe: “…”
His brain stalled, “Huh?!”
He thought he heard wrong.
After applying the ointment, Mu Jixue lifted her head shyly, tilting her face, hiding her unease, “Just don’t think I’ll be sitting in a chair; share the bed with me.”
