Chapter Thirty-Four p1
The full moon hung high in the sky, its light obscured by clouds and mist, appearing somewhat hazy.
Except for the courtyard where they were, the other pavilions and rooms had already turned off their lights, and everyone had fallen into a quiet sleep. Only Yu Zhao was caught off guard by the kiss. For a moment, she was clear-headed and stunned, staring at Bo Chi. Her heartbeat unknowingly accelerated, like a war drum beating against her chest, making her dizzy and unable to think, her mind full of chaotic thoughts.
Why did Bo Chi kiss her?
It was just a glass of wine, could she be drunk?
Even if she was drunk, why didn’t she make a fuss, but instead kissed her?
Yu Zhao was thrown off balance by this kiss, and was stunned for a long time without recovering.
Bo Chi narrowed her eyes, like a well-fed cat basking in the sun, contentedly tilting the wine pot and pouring herself another glass of wine.
Although she was usually quite heartless, her eyes were lively when she looked around, making people happy to see her.
But now she was slow to react, her almond eyes moist, drinking wine without stopping, one glass after another, and in the blink of an eye, she showed a charming and slightly drunk state, which made people unable to feel like a doting mother, but instead aroused an unspeakable desire.
Yu Zhao reacted, a strange color flashed in her eyes, she raised her hand and took away her wine glass, not letting her continue drinking.
Bo Chi looked at the wine glass blankly. Seeing Yu Zhao’s face, she no longer insisted on the wine glass, but instead leaned softly against Yu Zhao, her voice sweet as if she hadn’t just drunk wine, but had eaten a lot of osmanthus candy: “Ah Zhao… Why, why have you become two people?”
She muttered and asked, tilting her head to look at Yu Zhao, her beautiful eyes trying to open wide, as if she wanted to see clearly. However, as soon as her head moved, her body slumped weakly, and Yu Zhao had to hold her waist to stabilize her.
Bo Chi smiled foolishly, rubbed her neck, and messed up her soft, black hair.
Yu Zhao looked at her, also feeling confused. She pursed her lips and thought for a while, then held out three fingers and asked her: “How many is this?”
Bo Chi followed her blankly, raised her hand, clumsily imitated her and held out four fingers, and said with a bright smile: “It’s seven!”
Yu Zhao: “…”
How did she come up with three numbers that had nothing to do with each other?
Yu Zhao was speechless, and inexplicably wanted to laugh.
After holding back, she thought for a while, and felt that it was good that the girl was drunk, which made it easier for her to probe: “You…”
Yu Zhao originally wanted to ask how the other party viewed herself and how she viewed the demonic cult in the martial arts world, but when the words came out, she changed her mind, her eyelashes trembling: “You… Why did you kiss me?”
Bo Chi moved her head, her black hair slipping down her shoulders, revealing a face with flushed cheeks: “Because I like you.”
Yu Zhao’s hand trembled, and she almost couldn’t hold her steady.
No matter how she thought about it, she didn’t expect Bo Chi to give her this answer.
Yu Zhao felt it was absurd.
How long had they known each other? How long had they been together?
The other party didn’t even understand her other side, yet she liked her so easily?
It was because she recognized the demonic cult pattern embroidered on the hem of Bo Chi’s clothes in the cave that she took the other party in. Although she later developed a good impression of the other party, she always remembered that the other party was a member of the demonic cult, so she restrained her feelings and did not indulge herself.
She thought that her relationship with Bo Chi should be that of friends.
Even if her love in her heart was far more than what she showed, it didn’t matter, anyway, she could disguise it.
But tonight’s kiss, a sentence from the girl under the influence of alcohol, successfully shattered the defense line in her heart, making her heart tremble, and she was actually a little unable to suppress her inner emotions.
She should… also admire the other party.
Perhaps it was love at first sight.
Perhaps it was even earlier than love at first sight.
The ancients admired the goddess pictures they painted themselves, and her beloved seemed to have been imprinted in her soul long ago.
The world was bustling, people coming and going, but only her appearance could make her heart beat.
The so-called ‘demonic cult pattern’, ‘helping cult members by the way’, ‘observing the purpose of this demonic cult member’, in the end, were just excuses for her to persuade herself.
In fact, she had fallen in love with the girl before she even realized it.
After Yu Zhao figured this out, her heart was complicated.
Because she still remembered what the girl had said in front of her other identity – to use the Yu Mansion to assassinate Ling Zheng.
The sweet confession and this cruel sentence were intertwined, making Yu Zhao unable to tell which side was Bo Chi’s true face.
She tightened her arms around the other party, her eyes like ink, obscure and unclear, staring at Bo Chi.
Bo Chi was oblivious, her small face resting on her shoulder, her red lips slightly parted, vaguely revealing white teeth and a red tongue.
Yu Zhao looked at her, and her gaze gradually changed.
She stretched out her slender fingers, pinched the girl’s chin and raised it slightly, lowered her head and attached herself to the other party’s lips, exploring and tracing meticulously.
Her movements were very slow, with the clumsiness of a first-timer, and also mixed with a slight nervousness.
But Bo Chi didn’t have this concern. Feeling the familiar tip of the tongue tentatively approaching, she immediately closed her eyes and responded.
Yu Zhao’s breathing became unsteady, and she immediately clasped the back of the girl’s head, deepening the kiss.
A breeze blew, leaving pink and white petals on their long hair and clothes.
The hazy moonlight shone down, reflecting their intertwined shadows on the ground.
The night passed, and the sky was slightly bright.
The sounds of morning activity came from outside the courtyard.
Bo Chi woke up in a daze, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Yu Zhao’s face.
She was stunned for a moment, and slowly realized that she was sleeping in the other party’s arms.
Both of their clothes were intact. Bo Chi felt relieved after noticing this, and then recalled everything last night. She only clearly remembered the meeting with the cult leader, and had no impression of drinking and admiring the moon.
Bo Chi didn’t care too much. She was depressed by the big stone of the cult leader pressing on her heart. Staring at Yu Zhao for a while, she touched the other party’s face and gritted her teeth: “No matter what, I will definitely not let anything happen to you.”
She had a plan in mind, got out of bed gently, and decided to find a place to send a secret letter back to the cult.
As soon as she closed the door silently and left, Yu Zhao on the bed opened her eyes, raised her hand and covered the side of her face that Bo Chi had touched, the corners of her lips slightly raised.
No matter what Bo Chi wanted to do.
The fact that the other party had her in her heart was an indisputable fact.
And she didn’t ask for much, this was enough.
**
It was another dark and windy night.
In the demonic cult stronghold in the west of the city, whispers could be heard.
“Hasn’t the cult leader been in seclusion for the past few years? Why has he been appearing frequently recently?”
“It’s probably related to the Holy Maiden. Yesterday he met with the Holy Maiden, and today the Holy Maiden wrote a secret letter. After Yi Liu reported it as usual, the cult leader immediately decided to come over. There was no precedent for this in the past.”
“I see, could it be that the cult leader…”
“Hush! Be quiet, the cult leader is here.”
On the quiet and dark midnight street, a black figure appeared silently.
Yu Zhao ignored the fear and trepidation of the cult members and entered the room directly.
Yi Liu had been waiting for a long time, and at this time he was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, respectfully presenting the secret letter written by Bo Chi with both hands.
Yu Zhao took it, and when she opened it, a thought flashed through her mind – according to Bo Chi’s words in the morning, could this letter be words of pleading for her?
If so, that would be difficult…
How could she both agree to the other party’s request, maintain her ruthless image, and not let the other party discover her identity?
Yu Zhao thought deeply, came back to her senses and restrained her emotions, and decided to read the letter first.
The letter was opened, and Bo Chi’s graceful and clear handwriting appeared in front of her eyes: [To the Cult Leader, your subordinate has been undercover in the Yu Mansion for many days, but has not yet seen the shadow of the leader of the martial arts alliance, Ling Zheng. After much deliberation, I think it may be that the only daughter of the Yu Mansion is ugly, arrogant, and not proficient in any of the four arts, which is why Ling Zheng does not value this fiancée…]
Yu Zhao: ???
The following words were no longer important.
Yu Zhao’s attention was completely attracted by the words ‘ugly face’.
She laughed in anger, her internal force shook and almost shattered the secret letter. Thinking that it was written by Bo Chi, she finally held back, but angrily stuffed the secret letter into her arms, and strode towards the Yu Mansion.
The Yu Mansion was shrouded in darkness, quiet and without movement.
Yu Zhao appeared silently in Bo Chi’s room. Until she approached the bed, Bo Chi was still immersed in her dreams, and a section of her flat and delicate belly was exposed.
Yu Zhao looked at it for a while, her face cold, she reached out, and just as she touched the girl’s clothes, preparing to help the other party cover her stomach, Bo Chi suddenly opened her eyes, her misty eyes still carrying a bit of confusion.
After seeing the scene in front of her clearly, before Yu Zhao could speak, Bo Chi took a step back, leaned against the corner of the bed, her hands crossed in front of her chest, and said in a frightened and stumbling voice: “Cult, Cult Leader…”
Yu Zhao saw that she had misunderstood, and couldn’t help but move her eyebrows, explaining: “Your stomach is exposed, I was going to help you cover it, don’t overthink it.”
Bo Chi nodded repeatedly.
Yu Zhao’s expression relaxed slightly. Seeing that she was too far away from her, she couldn’t help but take another step closer.
Bo Chi at the corner of the bed was immediately frightened, and kept retreating, looking like she wanted to hide in the wall.
Yu Zhao: “…”
She said not to overthink it, but this clearly showed that she didn’t believe it!
Seeing the girl widen her eyes, looking like she was afraid of a pervert, Yu Zhao felt aggrieved, but she couldn’t explain desperately to destroy her current identity, so she could only take out the secret letter with a dark face and stiffly change the subject: “Is this the secret letter you wrote?”
Bo Chi glanced at it and nodded weakly.
Yu Zhao sneered: “You think the only daughter of the Yu Mansion is ugly?”
Bo Chi blinked, carefully gauging the cold-blooded cult leader’s thoughts, and said cautiously: “Yes, she’s merely a nobleman’s daughter – her only connection to Ling Zheng being a childhood betrothal. While our Demonic Cult may be… ill-reputed, we’re not unreasonable people. Wouldn’t it be better to first befriend Ling Zheng and then…”
Yu Zhao didn’t have the patience to listen to this long-winded talk, she interrupted Bo Chi’s words, gritted her teeth and said word by word: “Where is the only daughter of the Yu Mansion ugly? Tell me in detail, where, exactly, is she, ugly.”
Bo Chi heard her gnashing her teeth, and was startled for a moment.
Could it be that the demonic cult was so cruel that they wanted to destroy the parts of Yu Zhao that were ugly?
No——
Yu Zhao was thinking… You say it! Say where it’s ugly, and she’ll change it!
If she really couldn’t change it, she could also put on makeup every day, as long as… as long as Bo Chi liked it.
The two people’s thoughts were completely different, but their moods were similar, both slightly nervous.
Bo Chi was afraid that she would say something wrong and harm Yu Zhao, and said carefully: “She, her aesthetic is too ugly, she actually has a deep affection for Ling Zheng. Everyone in our demonic cult is beautiful and kind-hearted, especially you, Cult Leader, you are unparalleled in the world, aren’t you a thousand times, ten thousand times better than that Ling Zheng?”
Yu Zhao’s expression changed, and finally she was barely satisfied. After all, the ‘Cult Leader’ was also her, and Bo Chi praising the Cult Leader was praising herself.
Thinking of this, Yu Zhao’s tone softened: “Do you really think so?”
Bo Chi nodded seriously, trying to make herself more sincere: “The only daughter of the Yu Mansion has no vision and is not worthy of respect. After we assassinate the leader of the martial arts alliance, we should just abandon her, so as not to dirty our hands by killing her.”
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