Chapter 98: She’s Lost It!
“No! Get out! Leave us alone!”
Mi Xue’er had reached her limit. No matter how much she wanted to be close to Yan Zhen, she couldn’t bring herself to act like a lovey-dovey couple in front of her mother.
Her mother was clearly still suspicious, pushing them to engage in embarrassing acts, hoping to expose their charade.
She wouldn’t give in so easily!
“What’s gotten into you?” her mother scolded. “I’m just trying to make sure he treats you well! What’s wrong with that?”
“But I want to be alone with Yan Zhen! How can we be intimate with you hovering over us?!”
Her mother replied calmly, “How else am I supposed to know if you’re being truly intimate or just pretending?”
“Of course it’s real!” Mi Xue’er was exasperated. “We were planning to… to be intimate after our bath! It’s all your fault for interrupting us!”
“Oh?”
Her mother’s gaze shifted to Yan Zhen, who coughed awkwardly, feigning embarrassment.
She studied her daughter for a moment, shaking her head inwardly.
“Fine. I’ll check on you later.”
She departed, leaving the two young people in awkward silence.
Yan Zhen wiped his brow, relieved. She’s finally gone! She’s even more overbearing than in the script! There was no mention of bathing each other! I almost couldn’t handle it! Thank goodness for my professional acting skills!
Mi Xue’er, seeing his troubled expression, felt a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry, Little Brother Yan Zhen. I’ve put you through a lot. My mother still thinks we’re faking it, so she’s forcing us to act like a couple.”
He rubbed his cheek. “It’s fine. I’m not losing anything. But this can’t go on forever.”
“Then let’s just go to bed early,” she said with a chuckle. “We’ll sleep through the night and worry about everything else tomorrow.”
“Are we sleeping together? I can sleep on the floor.”
“My mother will definitely check on us. We should sleep together. The bed is big enough. We won’t be cramped. Besides, we’ve already seen each other naked. What’s the big deal about sleeping together? It’s just for one night. It’ll stop her from nagging us.”
“Uh, alright.”
This minor deviation from the script shouldn’t be a problem.
In his opinion, sleeping in the same bed with a girl wasn’t a big deal. As long as they kept their distance and didn’t touch, everything would be fine.
He hung the washcloth back on the rack, carefully avoiding her naked body. “Then I’ll go out first, Senior Sister Xue’er.”
“Mmm,” she hummed shyly.
His throat dry, he poured himself another cup of tea. He then discreetly checked his mission progress.
“70%… I still need to deal with her mother one more time before we go to sleep.”
He knew what was coming. Her mother would bring them sweet soup, and his portion would be drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac.
However, as a Mystic Refiner, an expert in herbs and medicines, he wouldn’t fall for such a simple trick.
He would detect the drug, neutralize its effects, and everything would be fine.
The tricky part was that her mother would be eavesdropping outside the door, listening for any… activity. He would have to shake the bed and have Mi Xue’er moan convincingly to fool her.
This was the most challenging part of the entire “fake boyfriend” scenario.
He dismissed the system interface, composing himself. He was determined to nail this scene.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen! What are you thinking about?!”
Mi Xue’er’s voice startled him. She had deliberately raised her voice, trying to scare him.
He had already sensed her approach. He turned to her calmly. “Nothing. Just admiring your room’s dec–”
He stopped abruptly. Her face was inches from his, their lips almost touching.
He quickly turned away.
She cursed inwardly. She had misjudged the distance. Her attempt at seduction had failed.
She moved in front of him, extending her arms. “Little Brother Yan Zhen, look! I bought a new nightgown! Isn’t it pretty?”
He glanced at her, nodding. “It’s pretty.”
She was wearing a pale yellow, semi-transparent silk nightgown. The sleeves reached her elbows, revealing her slender wrists. The hem grazed her hips, accentuating her long, shapely legs. A sash, tied in a cute bow, cinched her waist, the overlapping lapels offering a glimpse of her matching undergarments, the fabric stretched taut by her modest curves.
Her damp hair cascaded down her back, one side tucked behind her ear, highlighting her elegant features.
It was a daring outfit, but she endured her embarrassment, eager to impress him. His compliment filled her with joy.
“Then let’s… um… go to bed.”
The words felt strange on her tongue. To think she would be inviting a boy to her bed…
He felt a strange sensation as well. This was the first time a girl his age had invited him to bed. Although there were no suggestive implications, it still stirred something within him.
“Shouldn’t we wait for your mother?”
“We can wait in bed.”
Her bed was indeed large, easily accommodating three or four people. Besides the pillows and blankets, there was also a large bolster, perfect for creating a barrier between them.
They sat on the bed, facing each other, their smiles shy and awkward.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen, what are you thinking?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your thoughts! Right now!” She leaned closer, her voice teasing. “You’re in my room, sitting on my bed… Aren’t you having any naughty thoughts?”
He couldn’t match her boldness. “Ahem, well, I’ve been having some thoughts… but just a little.”
“Good.” She huffed. “If you said you weren’t thinking anything, I wouldn’t forgive you.”
He chuckled, scratching his head.
“You don’t need to doubt your charm, Senior Sister Xue’er. You’re one of the academy flowers. Half the boys in the academy are smitten with you.”
“Oh? What about you, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”
“Of course I find you attractive, but I’m more focused on my cultivation. For me, cultivation comes first.”
“Why are you pushing yourself so hard? You’re already incredibly strong.”
Her concern touched him. He smiled faintly. “Because I want to become even stronger. I won’t stop until I can control my own destiny.” He paused. “What about you, Senior Sister Xue’er? What are your goals?”
“I initially wanted to enter the Sacred Land Academy and become someone like Instructor Yu Xuan, someone people could rely on. But now… I just want to be with the person I love. As long as I’m with him, I’m willing to do anything.”
He nodded thoughtfully, only to be pinched on the side.
“Aren’t you going to ask who I love?”
“I was just respecting your privacy.” He sighed. “So, who is it, Senior Sister Xue’er?”
“Hmph, you’re not sincere at all! I’m not telling you! Silly Little Brother Yan Zhen!”
“…”
A knock on the door startled them. They both turned to look at each other.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen, we said we were going to be intimate after our bath. Quick, mess up your clothes and hair a little.”
“Okay.”
They frantically tugged at their nightclothes, loosening sashes and creating wrinkles. They ruffled their hair.
“Tilt your head up.”
“Okay– Hey!”
Before he could react, she pulled him closer, her lips crashing against his neck, sucking hard as if trying to draw blood.
Chu!
She pulled away, leaving a distinct mark on his skin.
She licked her lips, her cheeks flushed. “That’s more convincing.”
“…”
In the script, she was supposed to dab some lipstick on his neck and then subtly smudge it, creating the illusion of a passionate encounter.
He hadn’t expected her to actually kiss him.
Perhaps because their relationship had progressed beyond the script, she felt comfortable taking such liberties.
She was going all out to defy her mother.
He admired her determination.
“Alright, Little Brother Yan Zhen, I’ll go open the door.”
She quickly composed herself, adopting a sulky expression, and hurried over to open the door. She glared at her mother. “Mother! What are you doing here again?”
“Didn’t I tell you I would check on you? Move aside.”
Carrying two bowls of sweet soup, she brushed past her daughter and entered the room, placing the tray on the table.
“It’s hot out. I made you some red bean sweet soup. It’s chilled. Drink it while it’s still cold. It’ll cool you down. This one’s for you, Xue’er, and this one’s for my future son-in-law.”
She placed one bowl before Mi Xue’er, then held out the other to Yan Zhen, her expression carefully neutral.
— You sly fox! You’re so good at drugging people! If I weren’t a Mystic Refiner, I would have fallen for it!
He accepted the bowl, murmuring his thanks.
“Drink up.”
She glanced at the mark on his neck, then fixed her gaze on his face, as if to say, “You better drink it right now, or you’re disrespecting me.”
He grimaced, about to take a sip when Mi Xue’er spoke up.
“Wait, Yan Zhen! I want your bowl.”
Her words stunned both him and her mother. They stared at her in disbelief.
She channeled her Mystic Power, effortlessly snatching the bowl from his hand. “This one’s thicker. I like my red bean soup well-cooked.”
Her mother’s composure finally cracked. A flicker of panic crossed her face. “You silly girl! That’s for Yan Zhen! Put it down and drink your own! Have some manners!”
“No! I want this one!” She pouted, acting spoiled. “You’re being biased, Mother! You only care about your future son-in-law now! You’ve forgotten about your own daughter! That’s not right!”
“You…! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”
She tried to regain control, using her “motherly authority,” but Mi Xue’er remained defiant.
“Um, Senior Sister Xue’er, maybe you should just switch back. Don’t make your mother angry.”
Yan Zhen was panicking. He hadn’t anticipated this!
— That bowl is drugged! Your mother drugged it herself! You don’t have an Extreme Flame to neutralize the effects! You’re going to get into trouble!
“I’m not afraid of her~”
She tilted her head back and downed the entire bowl in one go.
She set the bowl down, burping softly and covering her mouth with her hand. “Still tastes the same. Thanks, Mother! You should drink yours too, Yan Zhen.”
“…”
He silently drank his soup. He tasted it carefully. It wasn’t drugged. It was normal.
The drug must have been in the bowl Mi Xue’er had consumed. This is bad! What do I do now?
You silly girl… Her mother stared at her daughter for a moment, then scoffed. “I’m done with you two. Do whatever you want.”
She collected the empty bowls and left the room.
Mi Xue’er quickly shut the door, sighing dramatically.
Having lived through this in her previous life, she knew her mother had spiked that bowl with a powerful aphrodisiac. It was a test to see if they were a real couple.
If Yan Zhen became aroused and she helped him… then they were a real couple. If she didn’t… then they were faking it.
She knew exactly what her mother was up to, so she had drunk it herself.
Yan Zhen studied her face, his voice laced with concern. “Senior Sister Xue’er, are you… alright?”
She shook her head. “I’m fine… Let’s go to bed. Oh, we should rinse our mouths after drinking sweet soup. Otherwise, our breath will smell.”
After channeling some Mystic Power into the Snow Wind Pearl on the table, they removed their sandals and climbed into bed.
She lay down, hugging the bolster, and rolled to the far side of the bed. “I’ll sleep on the inside. You sleep on the outside, Little Brother Yan Zhen.”
He had no objections.
“Okay. Do you want to use the bolster as a divider?”
“No need. I trust you, Little Brother Yan Zhen. You wouldn’t do anything… inappropriate while I’m asleep, right?”
“Of course not.”
“Good~”
“…”
“Senior Sister Xue’er, are you really okay? Your face is so red… Maybe I should sleep on the floor after all.”
“I’m fine! I’m just… warm. You’ve done so much for me, Little Brother Yan Zhen. I can’t let you sleep on the floor.”
— I’m afraid you’re not just “warm.” You’re probably burning up!
He was uneasy. Although the details of the script often didn’t match reality, the key plot points usually remained consistent.
“Alright, let’s go to sleep. We have to wake up early tomorrow.”
She turned off the main light, leaving only a dim nightlight.
He lay down, discreetly glancing at her.
She wasn’t sleeping. Her face hidden behind the bolster, her eyes were bright and alert, like a child waiting for a bedtime story.
Their eyes met.
Her gaze, initially filled with innocent anticipation, gradually shifted, becoming heated and intense.
He sensed the change in her, his voice laced with concern. “Senior Sister Xue’er, if you’re not feeling well, just tell me. I have plenty of pills.”
She shook her head silently, her eyes fixed on him, as if she couldn’t get enough.
Her gaze made him uncomfortable, his skin tingling as if she were licking him. He quickly turned away, staring at the unfamiliar bedframe, trying to calm his mind.
— Slurp.
He felt a wet sensation on his cheek.
— Slurp, slurp.
More than once!
She’s lost it!
He whirled around, about to speak, but her lips, hot and moist, silenced him.
“!!!”
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