123 Younger Aunt Dean is Drawing
Hidden in the bushes in the courtyard was Head Instructor Shui Bailan.
Dressed in an icy-white formal dress, white silk gloves on her hands, and silver-rimmed oval glasses perched on her nose, she exuded an air of intellectual elegance.
Seeing her best friend leave the banquet early, Shui Bailan suspected that Yu Qing might be planning to do something to Yan Zhen. So, she discreetly followed, lurking outside with her for a while.
After her niece left, her friend entered the room.
Shui Bailan initially thought Yu Qing was going to get revenge on Yan Zhen. But peeking inside, she saw her kissing Yan Zhen’s chest.
His shirt was open, and her friend’s lips were directly on his skin. Such an intimate act could only be described as a night raid.
Watching her friend, her face flushed, her pink tongue tracing patterns on her nephew-in-law’s chest, Shui Bailan felt a headache coming on.
She had long suspected that her friend had feelings for Yan Zhen. Whenever she saw him, she acted like a little girl, easily angered by his teasing, completely unlike the Outer Academy Dean and Mystic Ancestor she usually was. It was clear she had developed feelings for him, though she seemed unaware of it herself.
—Because she liked him, she was overly sensitive to his words and easily provoked.
But she had been so angry just that evening, threatening violence. Why was she now making a night raid on him while he was drunk?
Could something have happened between them earlier at the White Jade Spring?
Shui Bailan pondered, stroking her chin.
I have to stop her. How can I explain this to Xuan’er?
Even if they were to share a husband, it should be done properly, according to tradition.
Sneaking around like this, what was the point?
Shui Bailan peeked into the room again, her heart pounding, a sense of impropriety washing over her.
“…”
Inside, Younger Aunt Dean was still… working on Yan Zhen’s chest. More precisely, she was trying to draw a turtle with her tongue. She didn’t realize how suggestive her actions appeared, nor did she expect Shui Bailan to be watching.
Drawing with your tongue wasn’t easy, even just a simple turtle.
Whenever a line went astray, Dean Yu Qing would lick it, sucking the Water Mystic Power back in. She seemed determined to make the drawing perfect.
However, her licking and sucking resembled a lover’s affectionate kisses, leaving faint marks on his fair chest.
Looking at the marks she had left, Dean Yu Qing blinked, a strange, warm sensation spreading through her, turning her skin pink and causing a light sheen of sweat to appear.
She lifted her head, trying to clear her mind, then continued drawing the turtle.
It was a slow process, but a turtle only required a few lines. After some adjustments, she finally finished, a vivid and rather cute little turtle.
Dean Yu Qing looked at her masterpiece, blinked, and then muttered to herself, “It’s not ugly enough. It won’t have the desired psychological impact on that little brat. I’ll draw a bigger, uglier one to teach him a lesson!”
She leaned down again and licked the little turtle, her pink tongue erasing the lines like a wet eraser, leaving a shiny trail of saliva.
She didn’t notice that Yan Zhen, in his sleep, had relaxed his grip. She could have easily freed her hands; there was no need to use her tongue.
After erasing the cute little turtle, Dean Yu Qing started drawing again, this time a larger one.
Her soft, pink tongue, tracing a light blue, wobbly line across the sensitive spot over Yan Zhen’s heart with Water Mystic Power, made him twitch in his sleep.
Dean Yu Qing paused, hearing his soft moan, her heart racing.
For some reason, she suddenly felt that this, more than drawing a turtle on him, gave her a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.
So, she continued, her tongue tracing another curved line on the other side of his chest, making him frown slightly in his sleep.
—Such a simple young man, completely defenseless against a mature and beautiful woman like her, hmph~
Dean Yu Qing didn’t realize that she had climbed onto the bed and was now straddling Yan Zhen, her freed hands resting on either side of his head, her beautiful face flushed, her eyes reflecting his image, her pupils almost heart-shaped.
From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like a mature woman taking advantage of a handsome, drunken young man.
Just as Dean Yu Qing was about to continue teasing Yan Zhen, she heard footsteps approaching, a familiar aura drawing closer.
Ice Mystic Power, Mystic King realm… it could only be Shui Bailan.
“Bailan? Why is she here?”
Dean Yu Qing’s heart sank. She looked at the half-dressed Yan Zhen, then at herself, and instantly sobered up, her face burning red.
As if her butt was on fire, she jumped off the bed, frantically buttoned Yan Zhen’s shirt, covered him with the blanket, then sat at the table and poured herself a cup of tea.
A moment later, Shui Bailan entered, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup.
“Eh? Yu Qing? What are you doing here?”
Dean Yu Qing calmly took a sip of tea and said, “Waiting for that brat to wake up, so I can settle the score with him.”
Seeing her friend’s serious expression, Shui Bailan almost laughed.
Dean Yu Qing, feeling guilty, quickly changed the subject. “What’s in the bowl?”
“Sobering-up soup,” Shui Bailan said. “He’ll have a headache after drinking so much. This will help.”
She had intercepted it from a servant outside the courtyard. Otherwise, it would have been the servant who came in.
“Such a thoughtful aunt,” Dean Yu Qing said sarcastically, then added resentfully, “I don’t understand why you and Elder Sister like that boy so much. Now even Second Sister… hmph!”
Shui Bailan thought, You’re the one who likes him the most, aren’t you? Yu Yan and I just appreciate him as a junior. You, on the other hand, went straight for the…
Shui Bailan didn’t know what to say. After all, this was the Yu family’s way. Romantic relationships were forbidden for direct descendants and discouraged for collateral branches. They had no concept of love; Xuan’er was an exception.
“Are you going to stay here and watch over Yan Zhen all night?”
“Who’s watching over him… Forget it, I’m leaving. You can watch over him if you want.”
Dean Yu Qing ignored Shui Bailan’s protests and left.
Watching her friend’s retreating figure, Shui Bailan shook her head, thinking that the three Yu sisters all had strange personalities.
Yu Yan was always smiling, making it difficult to discern her true thoughts.
Her sister-in-law always had an impassive expression, appearing cold and aloof, yet she deeply cared about her family, always prioritizing the clan’s interests above all else, sometimes seeming heartless.
And this friend of hers always wore her heart on her sleeve, making it easy to read her emotions.
Shui Bailan sighed inwardly, walked to the bed, pulled back the blanket covering Yan Zhen, and after a moment’s hesitation, opened his shirt. Two faint lines, drawn with Water Mystic Power, like a pair of curly brackets, remained on his chest.
She extended her hand, circulated her Mystic Power, and gently erased them.
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