Chapter Thirty-Eight
The boat was damp, and the cult leader was Bo Chi’s superior. Even if she was heartless, she couldn’t watch the other person sleep on the ground.
After thinking for a while, she finally decided to sleep on the bed with the cult leader, with a pillow in between as a divider.
Yu Zhao was a little surprised by her idea, and smiled lowly: “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll take advantage of you while you’re asleep?”
Bo Chi said casually: “You didn’t touch me when I had the heat poison, which shows that the Cult Leader is an upright and good person. Since that’s the case, what am I afraid of?”
Yu Zhao touched her mask suspiciously, confirming that she was a ruthless and cruel leader of the demonic cult, and sighed helplessly: “Fortunately, you met me. If it were other bad men, you might be cheated out of everything.”
“What?” Bo Chi was busy spreading the bed and didn’t hear her clearly.
Yu Zhao shook her head and stepped forward to help: “Nothing, you go wash up, I’ll do this.”
The night deepened, and the stars sprinkled like broken diamonds in the sky.
The lights in the room were extinguished, and the girl’s breathing gradually lengthened.
Yu Zhao turned slightly to the side, casually threw the pillow separating them aside, raised her hand to embrace the girl’s slender waist, and hugged Bo Chi into her arms.
Bo Chi was already asleep, and habitually rubbed against her before continuing to sleep soundly.
The night passed, and the sun rose and the stars fell.
Bo Chi’s thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes sleepily. When she smelled the familiar faint fragrance of lotus, she subconsciously said: “Ah Zhao?”
Yu Zhao woke up earlier than her, but was pretending to be still asleep. When she suddenly heard her calling herself, Yu Zhao almost responded.
Fortunately, she reacted in time and continued to pretend to be asleep without saying a word.
Bo Chi rubbed her eyes, woke up a beat later, and saw the cult leader close at hand. She immediately retreated, suppressing her horror, and only called out softly.
This call made Yu Zhao’s heart surge, and she almost couldn’t hold back.
Bo Chi was frightened and took the lead to lower her head, secretly looked at her body, and saw that nothing had happened last night, only that the two of them had unknowingly rolled together, she relaxed, and then became curious about other things.
For example… why do people still wear masks when they sleep?
Bo Chi had always been curious about the cult leader’s appearance, and seeing that this was an opportunity, she immediately couldn’t resist her curiosity, reached out, and gently touched Yu Zhao’s mask.
The next moment, a hand firmly clasped her waist and hugged her into her arms.
Bo Chi was startled, and pushed away in a flurry: “Cult Leader!”
Yu Zhao held her with one hand, narrowed her eyes and curled her lips.
It was a small white rabbit delivered to her door, she wouldn’t not hug it.
She didn’t respond for a long time, and Bo Chi thought she hadn’t woken up, and began to twist her waist to try to save herself.
Yu Zhao was aroused by her rubbing, turned over and pressed her under his body, pinched her waist lightly and heavily, and said hoarsely: ‘Don’t move.
Bo Chi became honest, and whispered: “Cult Leader? Are you awake?”
Yu Zhao didn’t speak, just hugged her contentedly.
Bo Chi was crying, and didn’t dare to move again, so she was forced to be a pillow.
Bo Chi: “???”
No one had ever told her this!
Was it really her who took the initiative to hug the cult leader last night??
Bo Chi was shocked, and the questioning she had prepared for a long time was extinguished. She said guiltily: “Is, is that so… Cough, I heard the boatman shouting outside to eat, let’s get up and have breakfast first.”
Yu Zhao’s smile deepened, and she couldn’t help but raise her hand and rub her black hair, lovingly: “The Holy Maiden is really cute.”
Bo Chi was puzzled: “Huh?”
Smart people probably like to say half and hide half. Until after breakfast, Bo Chi still didn’t understand what Yu Zhao meant by suddenly praising her. She had always been big-hearted, and if she couldn’t figure it out, she would put it aside, and began to run around looking for the boatman.
The person who came to sneak attack last night had already died, but the corpse was still in the cult leader’s room. If no one cleaned it up, Bo Chi would have to sleep with the cult leader tonight.
Although the cult leader’s embrace was fragrant and soft, always making her involuntarily think of Yu Zhao, Bo Chi didn’t have the strange hobby of playing a substitute game, and repeatedly asked the boatman to deal with it as soon as possible.
As a member of the martial arts world, the boatman had seen all kinds of dirty things, and he was not surprised that this man died in someone else’s room. He just looked at Bo Chi and must have been surprised that she looked like a weak and beautiful little girl, but her actions were cruel and ruthless.
Seeing that the boatman nodded and agreed to clean up in the morning, Bo Chi felt relieved and came to the deck.
The breeze blowing in her face brushed through her long hair, and the clear lake water rippled with the advance of the ship. Yesterday, many people were guarding the side, looking at her overtly and covertly. Today, it seemed that they all knew what happened last night, so that there were only a few people scattered on the deck enjoying the scenery, and no extra eyes were focused on them.
Bo Chi walked briskly to the cult leader’s side, babbling about how she had instructed the boatman. Yu Zhao listened with a smile, not depressed, but secretly thinking that the girl was like a lark, her voice crisp and pleasant, no matter what she said, it was pleasant to hear.
The ship sailed downstream all the way, and after floating for nearly a month, it finally stopped at the Jiangnan wharf.
Bo Chi was interested in waterways at first, but after admiring them for so long, she was tired of it. Now that she was on land, she immediately bought some sweet snacks at a small stall not far away, and happily handed them to the unhurried Yu Zhao.
Yu Zhao was wearing a mask, so naturally she wouldn’t eat, but she was very receptive to the girl’s simple and pure sharing gesture, so she picked a few pastries, wrapped them in oil paper, and carefully put them in her sleeves.
Bo Chi didn’t notice her movements. While gnawing on the crispy and sweet candied hawthorn, she dragged her sleeves and said excitedly: “Over there, over there, let’s go over there to watch the acrobatics!”
Yu Zhao silently covered her hand, her fingers rubbing slightly against the girl’s soft skin. Seeing that Bo Chi didn’t react, and was focused on the excitement not far away, she curled her lips and led her to the bustling market.
Yu Zhao’s purpose this time was to eliminate the status of ‘the only daughter of the Yu Mansion’ in Bo Chi’s heart, and try her best to make Bo Chi like her current self. So she was not in a hurry, and took Bo Chi to play happily all day. When they returned to the courtyard that had been arranged in advance in the evening, Bo Chi was already so tired that she was yawning, and she stumbled onto the bed to rest.
Yu Zhao went back to her room alone, opened an empty box, and put the small gifts that Bo Chi had casually given her today one by one. They were obviously cheap things, not even as valuable as the purple sandalwood box in her hand, but Yu Zhao didn’t care at all, and even locked it.
The next day, Yu Zhao still wanted to take Bo Chi out to play, but Bo Chi herself shook her head and said seriously: “No, yesterday was just the first day, so I couldn’t resist running around everywhere to vent the boredom of these days on the boat. Now that I’ve played and made a fuss, we should do business!”
Yu Zhao’s eyes were puzzled: “Business?”
What business could be more important than her and her little vixen improving their relationship?
She thought naturally, and Bo Chi couldn’t help but remind her: “Catch the flower-picking thief, isn’t that our purpose in coming to Jiangnan?”
Yu Zhao: “…”
Damn, she almost forgot that she had found this excuse.
Bo Chi was very responsible. Seeing that she remembered this matter, she immediately rolled up her sleeves: “I hate rogues who bully girls the most. Where is that flower-picking thief? I’ll go up and kick his balls!”
Yu Zhao: “According to the information from the outer hall, this person has already targeted the youngest daughter of the Zhao family in Jiangnan, and will probably make a move on the Spring Festival three days later.”
Bo Chi muttered twice, remembered it, and nodded: “Then let’s go to the Zhao family now? And then, are we going to follow the clues or lie in wait?”
Yu Zhao’s eyes swirled, and she didn’t answer, but suddenly asked: “After killing that flower-picking thief, are you going back to Jingzhou?”
“Of course.” Bo Chi didn’t think much: “The task is completed, why stay in Jiangnan?”
Most importantly, Yu Zhao was still waiting for her in Jingzhou.
The other party was now a delicate young lady from a noble family, and needed to obey the words of her parents. What if she stayed in Jiangnan for too long, and the other party followed the plot and married Ling Zheng?
Bo Chi glanced at the cult leader. Although she couldn’t see anything from that mask, she inexplicably felt that the other party seemed a little unhappy.
Thinking for a while, Bo Chi said considerately: “If the Cult Leader has private affairs, I can go back alone.”
“…No.” Yu Zhao was silent for a long time, then slowly covered her heart and lowered her voice: “I have no private affairs, it’s just… my old illness suddenly relapsed, and I need to rest well before the Spring Festival.”
Bo Chi was stunned: “Old illness relapsed? But you, didn’t you carry a pile of things yesterday and walk around with me?”
Yu Zhao said without changing her expression: “Yes, there were too many things, and today I can’t bear it anymore.”
Bo Chi had been deceived by her many times, and finally developed a skeptical idea: “How can it be so coincidental? Cult Leader, are you lying to me?”
Yu Zhao was amused by her suspicious gaze, her long, narrow eyes slightly curved, and her tone innocent: “Why would this seat lie to you?”
“Because, because…” Bo Chi couldn’t figure out why either, so she could only stammer.
Yu Zhao secretly curled her lips.
Bo Chi didn’t understand her intentions, so naturally she wouldn’t know that she was so circuitous, just to spend the Spring Festival with the other party.
Yu Zhao’s excuses were one after another, and Bo Chi couldn’t even tell the truth from the false, so she could only choose to believe, and said listlessly/dejectedly: ‘Okay, then Cult Leader, you rest well, your subordinate will take her leave first.
“Wait.” Yu Zhao grabbed her hand and frowned: “My old injury has relapsed, don’t you stay and accompany me?”
Bo Chi didn’t know what to say: “What can I do if I stay? I’m not a doctor.”
Yu Zhao was choked by her lack of understanding, took a deep breath, and said bluntly: “Just stay by this seat’s side, don’t go anywhere!”
Bo Chi puffed up her cheeks and said aggrievedly: “That’s so boring.”
Yu Zhao pondered for a while, then suddenly remembered—back when she was painting or reading in the Yu Mansion, Bo Chi would stay obediently by her side, her beautiful eyes bright and unwavering, fixed on her without blinking.
Yu Zhao had an idea, led Bo Chi to sit down at the table, found a book of poetry, and smiled: “It’s okay, if you’re bored, I can read to you.”
Bo Chi: “…”
Yu Zhao: “There is a beauty, I will never forget her when I see her, I will miss her like crazy if I don’t see her for a day…”
The low and hoarse voice sounded leisurely in the room, vaguely carrying a bit of tenderness.
Yu Zhao thought of Bo Chi’s every move in her mind, and hid all her love in the poems, showing her love to the other party in the most low-key way.
She expected that Bo Chi would not notice these words, and also expected that Bo Chi would pretend not to understand and change the subject to avoid her confession.
The only thing she didn’t expect was that after a poem was read softly…
Bo Chi: “Zzzzz…”
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