The room echoed with the sound of jars clattering and tipping over, followed by hurried footsteps approaching the door.
The door cracked open, and Ye Yiyun’s startled immortal face peeked out.
“What are you doing here?”
After speaking, she glanced around anxiously. Seeing no one nearby, she grabbed Ling Xiaodong’s arm and pulled him inside without hesitation.
Ye Yiyun’s room was still as simple and plain as ever, but after all, it was a girl’s chamber. The moment Ling Xiaodong entered, he could smell a fragrance similar to Ye Yiyun’s own scent lingering in the air.
“Did anyone see you come here? Yingying know about this?”
Clearly shaken by Ling Xiaodong’s night raid, Ye Yiyun wore only a plain white inner garment, her clothes disheveled.
While observing the room’s furnishings, Ling Xiaodong replied, “Don’t worry, Yun’er, no one saw me. I waited until Master turned off the lights before coming over.”
His eyes were caught by several brightly colored pieces of cloth on the bed—white, pink, and various other shades.
Ling Xiaodong looked closer. Aren’t those dudou?
Ye Yiyun noticed his gaze lingering on the bed and suddenly remembered the items placed there. She let out a startled cry and hurriedly lunged forward, blocking Ling Xiaodong’s view.
“Ah! Don’t look!”
“They’re just dudou, aren’t they? The ones you bought earlier in Pengcheng?”
Ling Xiaodong recalled the scene when they had gone shopping in Pengcheng.
At a clothing shop, Master and Aunt Yun had mysteriously followed the shopkeeper upstairs, instructing him not to follow. They had gone to buy dudou.
Seeing Ye Yiyun shyly hugging the dudou and turning away to hide them, Ling Xiaodong found it somewhat amusing.
He had seen plenty of dudou before—was she afraid of him seeing them?
“Yun’er, I like white ones.”
Mainly because Ye Yiyun was born with natural charm; every frown and smile was enchanting. And wearing a dudou symbolizing purity…
Ling Xiaodong felt his nose start to bleed again.
“What you like has nothing to do with me!”
Ye Yiyun faced away from Ling Xiaodong. Though her shy face was hidden, her ears were visibly flushed.
“By the way! You haven’t told me why you came?” Ye Yiyun asked.
Ling Xiaodong wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, pulling her soft, full body into his embrace. His chin rested on her shoulder, and his warm cheek pressed against her flushed immortal face. He whispered into her ear:
“Have you forgotten your illness isn’t cured yet?”
Ye Yiyun immediately caught the meaning behind his words. The intimate embrace made her legs weak, and she coquettishly scolded, “Why so soon again…”
Ling Xiaodong explained, “Yun’er, you want to get better as soon as possible too, right?”
Ye Yiyun curled up in Ling Xiaodong’s arms, fighting an intense mental battle before finally nodding in agreement.
“Go lie down on the bed.”
She rummaged through the room for suitable cloth but found nothing, so she casually threw a robe at Ling Xiaodong’s face.
“Cover your face!”
Ling Xiaodong obediently complied, wrapping the garment around his face and lying straight on the bed.
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