When Ling Xiaodong woke up, the sky outside was still dimly lit. He wanted to stretch his arms and legs but found that he couldn’t move.
Ye Yiyun was clinging to him like a koala bear, warm and soft, her little body pressed against his arm, making Ling Xiaodong so comfortable that he didn’t want to get up.
But he knew that if he didn’t return to his room soon, his master would almost be waking up, and if he got caught, it would be over.
To avoid waking Aunt Yun, he carefully and quietly wriggled out of Ye Yiyun’s embrace little by little, arranging her limbs properly and pulling the blanket over her.
He wanted to turn and leave but suddenly seemed to remember something, running back to the bedside to quietly admire Aunt Yun’s adorably drowsy sleeping face for a while.
He bent down and lightly pecked her slightly puckered lips before finally feeling satisfied and returning to Yue Yingying’s room.
Yue Yingying’s sleeping posture was much better than Ye Yiyun’s. After a whole night had passed, she was still in the same position as before without moving.
Looking at his master’s serene sleeping face, Ling Xiaodong’s heart began pounding wildly again.
Last night, he had gone to Aunt Yun’s room to sleep just to prevent himself from losing control and doing something inappropriate to his master.
In his heart, his master was like the purest and most flawless jade, not allowing even the slightest stain.
The soft sensation of Aunt Yun’s cherry lips still lingered on his own lips, involuntarily drawing his gaze to his master’s.
His master’s lips were thinner, crystal-clear with a hint of pink, while Aunt Yun’s were a glossy red, moist and alluring—one cute, the other seductive. Ling Xiaodong couldn’t say which was better.
Just a touch—his master wouldn’t wake up, right?
The evil side of Ling Xiaodong whispered temptingly like a demon from another realm:
“Go on, go on, just one kiss, the master definitely won’t know.”
While the good side chimed in: “Yeah! Yeah! I think so too, hurry up!”
There was no reason left to refuse.
Ling Xiaodong slowly bent over, his master’s perfect fairy-like face growing larger in his eyes. He could even feel the warm breath like a fragrant breeze brushing his face.
His heart thumped so violently it felt like it might leap out of his chest, and his hands, supporting himself on the bed, trembled slightly.
Finally, the two lips met.
Cool, moist.
Only these two words remained in Ling Xiaodong’s pale brain.
“Mm.”
Suddenly, the master under him let out a soft moan. Ling Xiaodong’s soul fled in terror, and he hurriedly got up to apologize.
But Yue Yingying didn’t open her eyes, just mumbled a few words in her sleep, which allowed Ling Xiaodong’s startled soul to return.
One had to admit that human desires were endless.
Having just satisfied one wish, Ling Xiaodong’s gaze slowly dropped, settling on the jade-like mound under the blanket.
The evil Ling Xiaodong was back, tempting him:
“See? She didn’t wake up just now. If you’re careful, just gently touch it, nothing will happen. Just one touch!”
The good Ling Xiaodong agreed: “Yeah! Yeah! I think so too!”
No way to refuse!
He slowly stretched out his sinful hand toward his master’s chest.
“What are you doing?”
Yue Yingying squinted her eyes, looking at Ling Xiaodong drowsily.
In this moment of crisis, Ling Xiaodong’s quick wit kicked in. He hurriedly grabbed the blanket and pulled it up a bit.
“Master, I was afraid you’d catch a cold, so I covered you.”
“Oh, I see… how filial.”
After saying that, Yue Yingying closed her eyes again and fell back into a hazy sleep.
Ling Xiaodong wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and let out a long breath, thankful for his own cleverness.
After this incident, he didn’t dare touch his master again, only quietly lying on the bed and waiting for dawn.
Before long, the golden rooster crowed and morning light broke through. The three of them got up, washed, went downstairs for breakfast, and began packing their things.
During this time, Ling Xiaodong secretly observed Yue Yingying’s complexion and found she seemed to have no memory of what had happened that morning, which finally eased his mind.
The three bought some clothes and supplies in Pengcheng.
Of course, the money was paid by Ye Yiyun, and Ling Xiaodong carried all the bags.
However, while shopping, the relationship between Ye Yiyun and Yue Yingying was no longer as tense as before and had softened considerably.
The road back to the mountain was not peaceful either. After all, with two beauties like flowers and jade accompanying him, covetous scoundrels were inevitable.
The original Bear Overlord Tian’s bandit stronghold had been taken over by another group of mountain bandits. When they saw the party passing by, they immediately came out arrogantly, demanding both money and people.
But it was clearly just a ragtag group. After Ling Xiaodong slew a few reckless bandits, the rest scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in panic.
Afterward, Ye Yiyun took out a handkerchief to gently wipe the sweat from Ling Xiaodong’s forehead.
Nearby, Yue Yingying looked at the two of them disdainfully, who appeared like a devoted master and filial disciple, then turned her head and softly scoffed.
After experiencing all sorts of things in Pengcheng, Ling Xiaodong finally returned to the foot of Cat Ear Mountain.
Looking at the familiar Cat Ear Mountain before him, he was filled with emotion. Who would have thought that so many things could happen in just a few days? He and Aunt Yun had even become this kind of relationship. Truly, life was unpredictable.
After bidding farewell to Aunt Yun at the fork in the road, Ling Xiaodong returned to Mingyue Temple with Yue Yingying.
As soon as she entered the temple, Yue Yingying collapsed onto a bamboo chair in the courtyard, not wanting to move an inch.
“Go! Put your things away, wash your clothes, sweep the dust in the courtyard, and while you’re at it, fix your room’s door.”
From the bamboo chair, Yue Yingying lazily gestured at Ling Xiaodong like a spoiled child.
“Oh, right, go to my room and bring me the book on my desk—the one called The Holy Son’s Passion. When dinner is ready, call me.”
Ling Xiaodong stiffened!
His fists clenched!
Looking at Yue Yingying lying there idle and commanding him around, Ling Xiaodong began to contemplate the possibility of packing up and running away. Perhaps Qingfeng Temple was truly the best place for him.
“What are you standing there for? Hurry up!”
Seeing Ling Xiaodong dazed in place, Yue Yingying urged.
In the end, Ling Xiaodong endured it for the sake of that light morning kiss.
Han Xin could endure humiliation beneath him; Goujian endured hardship and tasted bitterness; three thousand Yue soldiers could swallow Wu.
While holding the broom, Ling Xiaodong silently imagined his master serving him tea and felt his mood brighten.
After finally finishing Yue Yingying’s orders, just when he thought he could rest, he was summoned again for a massage.
Ling Xiaodong was actually very happy to comply. After massaging his master until she was breathing softly, he bent over with satisfaction and walked out of the room.
As a filial master’s nephew, after taking care of his master, he naturally could not forget his elder aunt.
Considerate Ling Xiaodong decided to check on Aunt Yun’s health and show some concern.
After the lights went out in the master’s room, he quietly sneaked off toward Qingfeng Temple. The tall walls were like flat ground to him, and before long, he arrived at the bamboo grove where Ye Yiyun was.
The light inside was still on. Ling Xiaodong chuckled and gently knocked on the door.
“Yun’er, are you asleep?”