After the Stand-in Hugged the White Moonlight's Thigh Tightly - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Senior Brother, Give Me Some Candy

Song Chenxi didn’t think twice, embracing Ruan Mingyu, who was shivering all over from the cold.

He wrapped Ruan Mingyu up tightly. Ruan Mingyu’s hands and feet were icy cold, and he clung to the warmth of Song Chenxi’s body, not pushing him away.

He nestled in Song Chenxi’s arms, then unceremoniously slipped his icy cold hand inside Song Chenxi’s collar.

Song Chenxi’s neck jolted from the chill. He grabbed Ruan Mingyu’s hand, intending to pull it out, but seeing Ruan Mingyu looking listless and completely lacking spirit, his heart softened, and he stopped, allowing Ruan Mingyu to stay close to him for warmth. Perhaps he was feverish and confused; otherwise, Ruan Mingyu would insist on keeping a distance from Song Chenxi, as he wasn’t a benevolent person.

Ruan Mingyu was dizzy and blurry from the fever, his whole body felt weak. He genuinely wanted to give himself an injection, but there was nothing here, so he had to endure it.

He buried his head on Song Chenxi’s shoulder; this was the most comfortable position. After a while, his chin was pinched, and a pill was delivered into his mouth.

Song Chenxi fed Ruan Mingyu a pill to supplement his spiritual energy, though he wasn’t sure if it would help.

The inside of his mouth immediately tasted sweet. Ruan Mingyu opened his eyes and whispered close to Song Chenxi’s ear, “Senior Brother, do you have any more candy pills? I want another one.”

He leaned bonelessly against Song Chenxi. Song Chenxi had to keep his arms around his waist to prevent him from sliding down.

Song Chenxi: “I have medicine if you want to take medicine, but no candy if you want to eat candy.”

Ruan Mingyu started to whine: “Just one more, please. I haven’t had a candy pill since I came up the mountain.”

His warm breath fanned Song Chenxi’s skin. Song Chenxi’s body trembled. He instantly forgot what he was going to say and stared at him, motionless.

Ruan Mingyu didn’t get an answer and muttered softly, “Fine, if you won’t give it.”

Perhaps the medicine made Ruan Mingyu feel slightly better, and he recovered a bit of his spirit. He asked, “How long have you been practicing that sinister martial art?”

Song Chenxi’s thoughts were preoccupied. Hearing this, he smiled, “Mingyu, are you worried about me?”

Ruan Mingyu ‘mm’-ed softly: “You only used it for a short time just now, and you got so badly injured. Practicing these things will sooner or later come at a price…”

Ruan Mingyu was speaking sincerely. Although Song Chenxi had a capricious temperament, after spending these days together, Ruan Mingyu didn’t think he was an utterly vicious person and hoped he would suffer less harm.

Song Chenxi paused, then said, “Ruan Mingyu, have I been too good to you lately, that you’re now bossing me around? I don’t make decisions for you, and you shouldn’t interfere with my affairs.”

Ruan Mingyu replied, “You and I are different. For cultivators like you, decades are merely a fleeting moment. I don’t even know if I can survive until we get out of here.”

“Can’t survive?” Song Chenxi raised an eyebrow. “How long do you think it will take us to get out?”

“It takes forty-nine years to get out. By then, I would have long turned into a pile of white bones,” Ruan Mingyu said.

Song Chenxi still smiled, but it was evident he was truly angry: “Who told you it would take us that long to get out? Do you think you can predict the future? Besides, forty-nine years is something even the most ordinary cultivator can easily live through. Does Mingyu not even have that much confidence?”

Ruan Mingyu didn’t tell him what the old man of the Three Pure Ones had said. He twisted his face away and remained silent.

Ruan Mingyu was rarely this quiet. Although he was generally good-tempered, he wasn’t without a temper.

Song Chenxi thought he had upset him with his harsh words. He didn’t care if Ruan Mingyu was sulking. He turned his face back, making him look him in the eye: “Don’t give me attitude.”

In truth, Ruan Mingyu was just tired. After the chill, his body temperature began to rise rapidly. He was becoming feverish and pushed away Song Chenxi, who was holding him tightly.

Song Chenxi was reluctant to let go and whispered, “Don’t move around.”

Ruan Mingyu: “I’m hot.” His face was flushed crimson from the fever, and his breathing was heavy and burning.

Why was being sick so miserable? It was all Gong Lingdeng’s fault. If he hadn’t fed him medicine, Song Chenxi wouldn’t have kicked him into the pool, and he wouldn’t have caught a cold.

Although this place had a restriction, preventing the use of spiritual power, a tiny bit could still be used. Song Chenxi used his remaining spiritual power to condense water into ice, making an ice pack for Ruan Mingyu to put on his head.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely quiet; not even the sound of the wind could be heard.

Although Ruan Mingyu was burning up, his mouth couldn’t stay idle. He didn’t have much strength to speak himself, so he told Song Chenxi, “Say something, make some noise. It’s really scary when there’s no sound at all.” There were only he and Song Chenxi alive at the bottom of the cave, and Ruan Mingyu really couldn’t stand an overly quiet environment.

“What do you want to hear?” Song Chenxi asked.

As he spoke, he held the ice pack to Ruan Mingyu’s head. Ruan Mingyu looked so weak that Song Chenxi couldn’t bear to watch and reached out to help him hold it.

Ruan Mingyu: “Anything is fine. Tell me how many dogs you have at home, or how many cats you feed.”

“I haven’t kept any dogs or cats. That’s something Senior Sister likes to do,” Song Chenxi slowly began. “Then I’ll tell you about my experiences.”

Ruan Mingyu adopted a posture of attentive listening.

Song Chenxi said, “I was sent to the Seven Star Sect when I was five. The mountain was very boring, so I started cultivating. Later, when I was a little older and could hold a sword, I started practicing swordsmanship. The first sword manual I learned was called ‘Star-Moon Kill.’ The moves are ever-changing, swift and unpredictable. Although its lethality in combat is not very high, it is most useful for slashing mosquitoes under the streetlights, especially during the stuffy summer…”

Ruan Mingyu chuckled: “Using a sword technique to slash mosquitoes. That’s so you.”

Song Chenxi was only talking about trivial things, likely not intending to open up to him. Later on, he surprisingly started to explain the moves of ‘Star-Moon Kill’ to Ruan Mingyu. Ruan Mingyu felt like he was listening to a math lecture.

Is this a swordsmanship seminar now?

Ruan Mingyu quickly interrupted him: “You went up the mountain when you were so young. Did you cry when you missed home?”

“Do you pity me?” Song Chenxi asked nonchalantly. “I left home when I was young and haven’t had a home for a long time.”

His voice sounded completely unconcerned, but he averted his eyes, no longer looking at Ruan Mingyu. He said, “I’ve hardly ever cried since I can remember.”

Ruan Mingyu didn’t believe him. Song Chenxi probably secretly cried somewhere, but wouldn’t admit it out of pride.

Ruan Mingyu said, “Crying makes you feel better.”

Song Chenxi replied, “I’ll try next time, when no one is around.”

Ruan Mingyu: “You’re quite concerned about saving face.”

Song Chenxi countered, “Why shouldn’t I be concerned about saving face? I’m not like you, crying so profusely and calling out for ‘gege’.”

Ruan Mingyu: “…” Can we please stop bringing that up?

After a few hours, Ruan Mingyu’s fever broke, and he finally felt much better. However, his stomach started growling. Ruan Mingyu asked, “Senior Brother, are you hungry?”

Song Chenxi knew immediately that Ruan Mingyu was the one who was hungry. He rummaged in his storage ring, pulled out a bottle, and tossed it to Ruan Mingyu. “Eat.”

Ruan Mingyu asked, “What is this?”

Song Chenxi: “Fasting Pill.”

Ruan Mingyu ate one. It had no taste. He wasn’t hungry anymore, but he felt a sense of emptiness. He asked, “Do you have any that taste like braised pork?”

Song Chenxi: “No.”

Ruan Mingyu’s mouth felt bland, which was very uncomfortable. He asked, “Senior Brother, how can I eat braised pork?”

Song Chenxi: “Tonight.”

Ruan Mingyu’s eyes lit up: “Do you have a way to get out?”

Song Chenxi glanced at him, sneering, “Just sleep and dream. You can have anything you want in a dream.”

Ruan Mingyu: “…” Sure enough, he couldn’t expect anything good to come out of Song Chenxi’s mouth.

Ruan Mingyu rested his chin on his hand, looking depressed. “I really miss my two family members from my hometown right now.”

Song Chenxi: “You’ll see them when we get out.”

Ruan Mingyu: “You won’t. One is called Grandpa Ken, and the other is Grandpa Mai. They are both first-rate chefs. It’s a pity you’ve never tasted their food.”

Song Chenxi: “I’m not like you. I’m not interested in food.”

Ruan Mingyu: “That’s because you haven’t eaten anything good. Where I come from, if a child is a picky eater, they just sit down in the two grandpas’ shops. Hamburgers and Coke cure all ailments. The children eat them and beam with happiness.”

It was incredibly boring down here. Ruan Mingyu couldn’t stand the quiet. He kept chattering away, and Song Chenxi surprisingly didn’t tell him to shut up for being noisy. He meditated to regulate his inner energy while occasionally responding to Ruan Mingyu.

When Ruan Mingyu got tired of talking, he rested his head on Song Chenxi’s lap and dozed off. He fell asleep quickly.

Song Chenxi’s hand caressed his smooth face, pushing back the stray hair on his forehead. He was sleeping so peacefully. Was he really so undefended against him?

However, Song Chenxi certainly wouldn’t do anything to him right now. He draped his outer robe over Ruan Mingyu and closed his eyes, beginning to meditate.

Not long after falling asleep, Ruan Mingyu felt something biting his foot.

He opened his eyes. Song Chenxi looked like he was still meditating, so it definitely wasn’t him playing a trick.

Then what was that movement?

Ruan Mingyu was puzzled. He looked down at his feet and instantly nearly jumped out of his skin!

“A rat! Help, a mouse! It’s a mouse!”

Ruan Mingyu scrambled up, using both hands and feet, as if the rat under his feet were a monster. He tightly hugged Song Chenxi, nearly sitting on his head.

Song Chenxi opened his eyes, his face full of cold fury: “What are you doing? Get down!”

Ruan Mingyu was panic-stricken, clutching him and refusing to let go, saying, “No, I’m scared.”