### Chapter 331: Two Tsundere
“B-but…” Yun Zhonghe’s words got stuck in his throat like a hairball, and his cheeks turned a rosy shade from the emotional turmoil.
Mu Jixue cast a shy glance at him, her eyes fluttering coyly. “Do you think I want to sleep with you? It’s just that there’s only one bed in this room! I guess we have no choice but to squeeze together.”
Her tone feigned nonchalance, but those sparkling eyes revealed her true feelings.
Inside, Yun Zhonghe muttered to himself:
Come on, that excuse is stretching it a bit, who competes for bed space with someone who’s literally injured?
But he knew Mu Jixue was just trying to ease the awkwardness, leaving him in a state of confusion—this was so sudden, he barely had any time to think!
Logically, he should have refused outright. Maintain appropriate distance, stay just friends or at most, bros. That way, he wouldn’t derail his meticulously planned life trajectory.
But, was this really what he wanted?
Yun Zhonghe opened his mouth, his heart wavering in that moment.
Faced with Mu Jixue’s sincere and expectant gaze, he felt his internal balance start to tilt.
Seeing Yun Zhonghe’s silence, Mu Jixue’s heart raced.
Oh no, was her request too sudden? What was she thinking to even suggest sharing a bed…
But really, she wasn’t too surprised at her own audacity. You could say she was “refreshingly straightforward,” or “brain-dead,” just blurted out whatever popped into her head.
She wanted to be with Yun Zhonghe, and they’d already shared a bed once in a dream realm—didn’t they spend a night on the same wedding bed?
So… she thought… maybe it wasn’t such a big deal to ask after all.
Though now, looking back, the problem seemed pretty massive.
Her frustration bubbled to the surface.
“You don’t think I have feelings for you, do you? No, don’t misunderstand! I’m just tired, okay? I’ve been through countless cycles in that illusion—like a hundred of them! I’m exhausted and need my beauty sleep!”
Mu Jixue crossed her arms defiantly, feigning aloofness, giving a heavy “humph” as she delivered a classic “not my type, just tired” line.
Yun Zhonghe grinned despite himself.
Wasn’t it just sharing a bed? No biggie!
He decided to cast aside his worries and seized the moment.
Slowly, he shuffled towards the other side of the bed, leaving ample space for Mu Jixue, and squinted at her, adding a hint of mischief, “Alright then, since we’re sleeping together, you can cuddle me all night if you want.”
One dared to say it, the other dared to reply.
But inside, both were on edge, each desperately trying to maintain a facade of calm, using feigned composure to mask their turmoil.
“Humph! Who’s scared of who!”
With that, Mu Jixue held her breath and slowly approached the bed.
To Yun Zhonghe’s surprise, she was actually going for it! His heart raced like a drum.
She didn’t bother stripping down, though; she was brave but not that brave.
However, she did adeptly yank off her hair tie, tossing it to the side.
And, off came her white stockings.
Though those actions seemed simple, they felt monumental—a rite of passage.
The deep blue hair tie fluttered to the soft pillow, while Mu Jixue’s silvery hair cascaded around her, and her stockings lay on the bed, revealing her soft little feet that finally got to breathe.
As Mu Jixue slowly slid off her socks, she carefully observed Yun Zhonghe’s reaction.
Yun Zhonghe stared at the hair tie and stockings for a while until he glanced away.
No way! Is this for real?
She really is doing this!
He had just gotten a little carried away in the heat of the moment.
Yet that very impulse highlighted his true desires.
He didn’t want to just be friends!
At that moment, Mu Jixue was quietly lying on Yun Zhonghe’s side, with only the tiniest gap between them.
His heart pounded like a war drum, his cheeks flushed crimson, and his ears felt like they were on fire. To maintain that “casual” vibe, he stifled any inner turmoil and tried to keep a natural expression.
It felt like whoever revealed their feelings first would lose.
Her brilliantly clear eyes met his in the darkness, filled with a teasing smile, “You lying down too? Cover yourself with the blanket. Or are you too excited to lay down?”
Her last words trailed off like a sweet, inviting melody, like a bunny enchantress trying to lure a monk.
Yun Zhonghe looked at her, his gaze deepening.
“Don’t overthink it, I… just put on medicine for my wound. I’ll lie down once it dries.”
Yun Zhonghe racked his brain, finally managing to blurt out a clumsy excuse that still sort of saved face.
Mu Jixue’s gaze lingered on his lips for a moment, then quickly averted her eyes, finally gently closing them.
She felt so bold!
Must be something genetically wrong with her brain—after all, Lin Zhongyu often dubbed her an airhead. But in this moment, she hoped to stay brave.
Victory was within reach, charging towards the finish line!
Yun Zhonghe’s body felt frozen, uncertain about his next move.
He had never dated before. Sure, he had played tons of characters in galgames, but those were just pixels. Facing a real-life scenario, he now fully felt the nerves.
Could Mu Jixue actually like him?
That’s what his experience told him.
But he didn’t dare jump to conclusions. After all, in a galgame, you could always load a previous save, but here, there was no rewind!
One wrong move, and he might lose even a friend.
“Alright, come on, lie down. You’re still not fully healed.”
Mu Jixue gently opened her mouth and lightly patted the vacant space on the bed, urging Yun Zhonghe to lie down.
She turned on her side, facing him, creating an ambiguous atmosphere under the dim light, making Yun Zhonghe feel even more nervous.
He sensed a subtle fragrance wafting from Mu Jixue, mixed with the warmth of the blankets, which made him all restless.
No way…
He was tightening up visibly.
**He… looked pretty nervous.**
**Does Yun Zhonghe have feelings for me?**
Meanwhile, lying on the bed, Mu Jixue was equally tense, her eyelashes fluttering as if they were butterfly wings ready to take flight.
Despite her instinct being usually spot on, she felt lost in this haze and couldn’t grasp Yun Zhonghe’s thoughts on her.
Her only certainty was her growing affection for him.
But how did Yun Zhonghe see her? Just a regular friend?
Could she really attract him?
Mu Jixue pondered, recalling their shared memories, and realized their early days together weren’t exactly rosy; she had coldly jabbed at him many times.
If that won him over, it would be quite the story!
She recognized how immature and impulsive her past actions were.
But even so, she was determined to press forward.
Even if she had made tons of mistakes, she wouldn’t be discouraged; instead, she’d fight even harder to make amends.
That was her—Mu Jixue!
With that thought, she quietly inched closer to Yun Zhonghe.
I’ll keep getting better, won’t act like before anymore, please… keep watching me…
Just as Yun Zhonghe lay down, a wave of fresh, elegant fragrance enveloped him, causing his heart to race and his body to tense up even more.
Could she have planned this ahead of time and washed up beforehand?
Feeling Yun Zhonghe’s rising anxiety, Mu Jixue seemed encouraged and inched closer.
Their breaths nearly mingled.
Is this… too close?
Yun Zhonghe wondered inwardly.
If it was just to share the bed, surely they didn’t need to be so intimate?
His arm brushed against her skin, sending shivers throughout his body, like a lively fawn bouncing against his chest, making him feel even more flustered.
Moonlight streamed in like soft water through the window, illuminating Mu Jixue’s profile.
The light delicately sketched her lovely face, making her features more pronounced and her skin more radiant, enhancing her charm.
Even just sneaking a glance filled Yun Zhonghe with restrained longing.
He could feel her warm breath caressing his neck, leaving him utterly mesmerized.
A whirlwind of wild thoughts crashed into his mind. He wanted to embrace her tiny frame tightly; he wanted to taste those soft lips and savor her sweetness; he wanted to press against her curves, feeling their softness; he wanted to experience euphoric moments with her—basically, take her on an adventure of pure bliss.
These thoughts surged forward like a flood, nearly overwhelming him.
Yun Zhonghe wanted to let loose.
“Jixue… I…”
Grinding his teeth, he fought against his impulses, his brain buzzing like it was about to explode.
The feelings within him swelled uncontrollably. He didn’t want to overthink it anymore—sure, the stars had destined him to face the Yellow-haired and Huang Aotian, but under it all, he was just a teenage boy in love with a fierce yet dependable white-haired girl!
He couldn’t hide these feelings any longer!
Slowly, he reached out and gently took Mu Jixue’s dainty hand in his. His palm was slightly sweaty as he mustered all his courage, turning his face towards her: “Jixue, I…”
Mu Jixue: “ZzzZZZ…”
Yun Zhonghe froze.
This girl, resting her head on the pillow, fell asleep in no time.
Yun Zhonghe: “…”
What the heck! After all that effort, you just knocked me out like this?
He felt like someone dumped cold water on him, his heated emotions instantly cooling to absolute zero.
Mu Jixue slept peacefully, a gentle smile on her lips, as if lost in a beautiful dream.
She was growing, so her sleep was deep and tranquil.
Also, Mu Jixue was a natural sleep-lover—once she dozed off, it was impossible to wake her up, no matter how hard you tried!
Yun Zhonghe sighed in resignation.
He felt deflated, like a popped balloon, lying flat on the bed.
At the same time, relief washed over him.
He had almost blurted out a confession in the heat of the moment without considering the aftermath.
Now he realized if he had done that, it would have put them both in an awkward situation.
“Ugh… what should I do?”
Yun Zhonghe sighed with frustration.
He didn’t even know what he ought to do; there wasn’t anyone to provide him with answers.
But when he looked back at Mu Jixue’s adorable sleeping face, with soft little purring sounds escaping her throat like a kitten, a wave of love and protectiveness surged through him, making him chuckle softly.
He wanted to protect her, cherish her; unknowingly, Mu Jixue had become an irreplaceable presence in his life. Her smile, her tears, everything about her tugged at his heartstrings.
Thus, even now as she slept soundly, lost in sweet dreams, completely oblivious, Yun Zhonghe wouldn’t dream of doing anything to hurt her.
One thing was sure: he was willing to guard her with everything he had.
No matter how tough the road ahead, he would stand by her side unwaveringly.
No matter what came their way, he would charge forward without hesitation, shielding her with his own body.
