Su Qianqian had a wonderfully restful sleep.
By all rights, her Master and younger sister should have come to wake her before she woke up naturally.
And somehow, today’s bed felt especially comfortable…
Her eyelashes fluttered, parting slowly like a delicate fan. In front of her eyes was a deep “ravine.”
In the center of this “ravine” glistened a small pool of water—probably, maybe, almost certainly her own drool.
“Hm? What’s this?”
Su Qianqian raised her head in confusion, only to be met with the exquisite face of Lin Muxue.
“Master?! Y-you, why are you here?”
Su Qianqian wore an expression of utter shock as she tried her best to recall what happened yesterday.
How did they end up sleeping together like this?!
She racked her brain but remembered nothing.
The only thing she recalled was walking outside to listen to Lin Muxue playing music, and then she seemed to have dozed off. Everything after that was a blank…
“M-Master, what did you do? You can’t, I-I’m not ready yet, we can’t do this… mmph”
Still lost in her feelings of heartbreak—her innocence lost, most importantly her first time, yet she didn’t even feel any pain—Su Qianqian looked utterly at a loss, while Lin Muxue propped her head up with one hand, watching her troubled disciple with an amused expression.
“But I didn’t do anything. Yesterday, you were the one who wouldn’t let me leave.”
“Ah?” Su Qianqian had no memory at all. She must be the only one at the Foundation Establishment Stage who has no sense of her surroundings once she falls asleep.
“Yesterday I was outside playing my flute. You came over and sat beside me, then you fell asleep.”
“I carried you back to your room. When I was about to leave, you grabbed the hem of my robe, so I had no choice but to sit at the edge of the bed. Then you hugged my waist and muttered not to leave.”
Glancing at Su Qianqian’s increasingly flushed face, Lin Muxue continued in a gentle tone:
“I thought it would be uncomfortable for you to hold me like that, so I adjusted my position. In the end, I simply lay down on the bed as well. Who would have thought you’d wrap both your arms and legs around me.”
She paused for a moment, then went on, “Just like now.”
With Lin Muxue’s explanation, Su Qianqian finally became aware of her own posture. Indeed, she was wrapped around Lin Muxue with both arms and legs.
As her attention returned to her body, so did the sensations… It felt so comfortable; her Master’s waist was slender, her legs were smooth and elastic…
Su Qianqian hurriedly tried to untangle herself, but Lin Muxue pressed gently on her waist and the back of her head, continuing her explanation:
“You were holding me tightly, and I wanted you to sleep comfortably. Besides, Qianqian, you looked so pitiful and adorable at the time—I couldn’t help but… pull you into my arms…”
As she spoke, Lin Muxue pressed Su Qianqian’s face back into her chest, thoughtfully wiping away the drool that Su Qianqian had left behind earlier.
With her face buried between Lin Muxue’s breasts, Su Qianqian’s cheeks and earlobes were now crimson, her breath growing hot.
“I get it, Master, I get it! Let me get up! Also, why is your chest so exposed, Master…”
“You loosened it last night.” As Lin Muxue spoke, her eyes dropped with a hint of uncertainty, but with Su Qianqian’s face pressed firmly into her chest, there was no way for her disciple to notice.
Even now, Lin Muxue wasn’t finished speaking. The hand around Su Qianqian’s waist gently patted her back, while the one on her head softly stroked her hair.
“Then, I just stayed like this, comforting you as you slept until now… Qianqian, you can sleep a little longer if you like, I’m here…” Lin Muxue’s voice was softer and gentler than ever before, making Su Qianqian’s ears tingle.
Su Qianqian’s heart pounded, her face blood red, and a strange new sensation welled up inside her…
“This… isn’t right, is it…”
Su Qianqian felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to break free from the embrace, but with Lin Muxue holding her by the waist, she couldn’t move an inch.
She was just about to give up struggling, when Lin Muxue’s next words made her resist all the more!
“Hm? Something feels a little…”
Lin Muxue voiced her confusion, lifting her leg slightly as she did so. Su Qianqian immediately covered her mouth to stifle any awkward sounds.
But regardless, Lin Muxue’s words had snapped Su Qianqian back to her senses.
She frantically tried to escape her Master’s embrace, especially keeping her lower body from pressing against her any longer!
“Master, I’m awake, I’m going to cultivate now!”
Sensing that Su Qianqian was genuinely struggling this time, Lin Muxue stopped holding her down. Only then did Su Qianqian finally break free!
As soon as she was free, she bolted from the room, not even bothering to change out of her sleepwear…
Lin Muxue slowly sat up, closing her opened clothes, a bit puzzled.
She’d been fine just moments ago, so why did she suddenly run out like that? Was it because of that feeling just now?
She touched the spot where she’d felt something odd a moment ago, recalling the sensation. There was a slight dampness…
That was where Su Qianqian’s lower body had been pressed against her. So that feeling just now was…
From a young age, Lin Muxue had cultivated as a Sword Bearer. Before she met Su Lingling, she’d never learned certain basic facts about the world.
Lin Muxue was often slow to react about such things, but now that she had a clue, she squeezed her limited knowledge for an answer:
“Su Qianqian wants Double Cultivation? → She feels desire for me → She wants to Double Cultivate with me → One only wants to Double Cultivate with someone they like → Su Qianqian likes me.”
Having reached this conclusion, Lin Muxue was thoroughly satisfied and a smile blossomed on her face.
“Su Qianqian wants Double Cultivation? But she seems too shy to bring it up… Should I take the initiative? Hmm… I think there’s a rule in the Sword Sect that says a Master can’t ask a disciple to Double Cultivate—should I change that rule…”
And there was another problem. She didn’t know how to Double Cultivate.
From what little she’d heard, Double Cultivation was between a man and a woman—she had no idea how it worked between two women.
“I wonder if there’s any information about it in the Zangjing Pavilion…”
Meanwhile, outside, Su Qianqian—still in her nightgown and holding her sword—found Su Lingling practicing her swordsmanship.
“Elder Sister? Weren’t you cultivating with Master? Why do you look like you just woke up, your hair’s all messy, and you’re still in your nightgown?”
“Uh… Something unexpected happened. Forget about that for now. Let’s spar a few rounds!”
Right now, Su Qianqian desperately needed a duel to distract herself, so she pressed Su Lingling for a match. But Su Lingling refused her outright!
“Elder Sister, you’re still in your nightgown! And your hair—come sit down, I’ll tidy it for you!”
“Oh…”
Su Qianqian obediently sat in front of Su Lingling, letting her younger sister tidy up her hair from behind.
A gust of wind blew, tossing Su Qianqian’s loose hair about.
Dressed in her nightgown and remembering what had just happened, she felt a strange, inexplicable chill…