Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 50

After going upstairs to look around and doing a simple tidying up, there were still two usable rooms left. One was A’Tian’s room, and the other was Guan Fusha’s room.

It was late at night, and going back outside to find an inn to stay at was too troublesome. Guan Fusha decided to let everyone make do for the night.

Once A’Tian finished bandaging Xiao Yuan and the others, Guan Fusha informed them of the situation: “There are two rooms available here. Since there are six of us, we can share the rooms, three people to a room.”

No one objected to this decision.

When the group went upstairs, another issue arose: who would share a room with whom?

A’Tian and the others had served as maids in the sect since childhood, and their sense of hierarchy between master and servant was very strong. Naturally, they were unwilling to let their masters share a room with servants like them.

Xiao Yuan was the first to speak: “This servant and Sister Tian can share a room.”

A’Tian nodded, agreeing with Xiao Yuan’s suggestion. Just as she was about to enter the room to tidy up, she heard Yan Hong say lazily, “Wait a moment. Who said you could decide on your own?”

Xiao Yuan was taken aback, not understanding why Yan Hong opposed her suggestion. “Then what does the Hall Master mean…?”

Yan Hong glanced at Taohua and Guan Fusha and said, “I don’t want to share a room with the two Guardians.”

“This…” At Yan Hong’s words, Xiao Yuan and A’Tian exchanged glances, unsure of what to do.

Yan Hong’s maid, already familiar with her master’s temperament, simply remained silent and stood to the side like a decoration, letting them argue.

Yan Hong’s gaze swept past A’Tian almost imperceptibly. Without waiting for a response from the others, she walked straight into A’Tian’s room. Her maid, seeing this, immediately followed her inside.

Since Yan Hong had expressed her unwillingness to share a room with them, Taohua had no intention of forcing herself where she wasn’t wanted. She wrapped her arms around Guan Fusha’s arm and said, “Senior Sister, let’s go back to our room.”

“Mm.” Taohua rarely took the initiative like this, and Guan Fusha naturally wouldn’t refuse. The corners of her lips almost reached her ears as she followed Taohua back to her room.

“Sister Tian, which room will you go to?” Although Xiao Yuan didn’t want to share a room with Yan Hong, A’Tian was her senior, so she politely asked for her opinion first.

A’Tian turned her face away, her expression filled with worry.

She didn’t want to share a room with Yan Hong, but the earlier scene kept replaying in her mind. Though she knew she should forget it, her heart remained unsettled, unable to calm down, let alone fulfill her duties and serve the Guardians properly.

She had overstepped her bounds. Perhaps the Guardians didn’t even want to see her anymore…

At this thought, A’Tian’s heart ached faintly.

Hiding her emotions, she smiled gently and said to Xiao Yuan, “I’ll sleep in the Hall Master’s room. You take good care of the two Guardians.”

Relieved that she didn’t have to share a room with Yan Hong, Xiao Yuan felt a secret joy, though her expression remained unchanged. “Alright, then goodnight, Sister Tian.”

“Mm, goodnight.” A’Tian smiled in return.

After bidding farewell, Xiao Yuan knocked on the door before entering the room.

Taohua and Guan Fusha were already lying in bed. As if frightened by the events of the night, Taohua was tightly holding onto Guan Fusha’s arm in her sleep, seeking a sense of security.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuan froze for a moment before slowly unclenching her tightly balled fist.

This woman must be quite special to the Dharma Protector.

She couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile, dejectedly walking to the daybed like a defeated dog before sitting cross-legged and closing her eyes to rest.

Sleep—once asleep, she wouldn’t have to see what she’d rather not.

On the other hand.

A’Tian hesitated for a long while in front of the door before cautiously pushing it open.

Yan Hong’s maid had already laid out bedding on the daybed, preparing to sleep. She glanced at A’Tian without a word before continuing with her task.

A’Tian closed the door and slowly entered, only to find Yan Hong lying on her bed, feigning sleep.

She sighed inwardly. Her bed had been taken, and now the daybed was occupied too. Was she really going to have to sleep on the floor tonight?

Though reluctant, it seemed there was no other choice.

A’Tian took a thin quilt from the cabinet and spread it on the floor, resigning herself to a night of discomfort.

As soon as she lay down, she felt the chill of the floorboards piercing through the thin quilt into her flesh.

Even though it was already summer, sleeping on the floor was still uncomfortably cold.

A’Tian shifted restlessly, unable to get comfortable, when suddenly she felt an intense, scorching gaze.

She opened her eyes and met Yan Hong’s stare. Her eyes were sharp and blazing, as if they could set her on fire.

A’Tian’s heart trembled, and she quickly shut her eyes, pretending she hadn’t noticed.

The night dragged on, but Yan Hong’s gaze never left her for even a moment.

Though covered only by a thin quilt, beads of sweat formed on A’Tian’s forehead. This night, in particular, felt endlessly long.

When dawn finally broke faintly in the sky, A’Tian hurriedly got up. Her gaze instinctively drifted to the person on the bed, who lay with eyes closed, breathing steadily. Her long eyelashes stood out beautifully against her fair skin.

A’Tian’s eyes lingered on Yan Hong’s face.

So, this was how she looked when asleep. Completely different from her usual mischievous self.

Just then, Yan Hong, who should have been fast asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, meeting A’Tian’s dazed stare.

Startled like a frightened rabbit, A’Tian quickly averted her gaze and crouched down to gather the thin quilt from the floor.

Yan Hong curled her lips into a smile, thoroughly pleased with the expression she had just elicited. She deliberately teased, “Awake so early, A’Tian?”

“Y-yes,” A’Tian stammered, flustered at being caught. She began folding the quilt haphazardly.

Yan Hong continued, “Did you sleep well last night, A’Tian?”

“This servant… slept very well. Thank you for your concern, Hall Master.” A’Tian didn’t dare lift her eyes to Yan Hong, keeping her gaze fixed on the quilt.

Yan Hong laughed even more delightedly. She suddenly rose and walked over to A’Tian, taking the thin quilt from her hands and tossing it aside. “Stop fussing with that quilt. At this rate, it’ll take you an hour to fold it properly. Come help me with my hair and makeup instead.”

A’Tian lowered her eyelids and obediently agreed, following Yan Hong to the dressing table.

She picked up a wooden comb and began carefully arranging Yan Hong’s black hair, strand by strand, with meticulous order.

Through the bronze mirror, Yan Hong’s gaze remained fixed on A’Tian, never straying for a moment.

A’Tian was well aware of this, so she kept her focus entirely on Yan Hong’s hair, not daring to look up.

After finally finishing Yan Hong’s hairdo, A’Tian took a step back and breathed a sigh of relief when Yan Hong suddenly spoke, “Your skills are so excellent, A’Tian. I truly wish I could keep you by my side and make you mine.”

A’Tian stiffened for a moment before placing the wooden comb back on the table and replying, “You flatter me, Hall Master.”

Yan Hong smiled without a word, but a shadow of gloom flickered in her eyes, leaving one to wonder what she was thinking. “Have you ever considered leaving Hibiscus Court, A’Tian?”

A’Tian was taken aback. It was a question she had genuinely never pondered.

Since joining the sect, she had been assigned to serve by the Guardian’s side. Over a decade had passed in the blink of an eye. Many things and people within the sect had changed, yet every flower, plant, table, and chair in Hibiscus Court remained as familiar to her as ever.

“It seems you’ve never given it a thought,” Yan Hong concluded from her expression.

A sudden sense of foreboding welled up in A’Tian’s heart.

Before she could reflect further, a knock sounded at the door.

“Hall Master, are you both awake?”

A’Tian stepped forward to open the door, revealing Xiao Yuan standing outside. “What is it?”

“Sister Tian,” Xiao Yuan greeted A’Tian first before continuing, “The Guardian has instructed us to prepare quickly. We’ll set off right after breakfast.”

“Alright, I understand.”

Since it was Guan Fusha’s order, A’Tian dared not delay any longer. She promptly attended to Yan Hong, gathered the necessary belongings, and headed to the first-floor hall to assemble.

The corpses and traces of the previous night’s fight had already been cleared away. Since all the tables and chairs in the hall were destroyed, Uncle Wang had urgently instructed the waiter to bring an old set from the backyard for their temporary use.

In such circumstances, no one felt comfortable making any demands. After a simple breakfast, the group prepared to depart.

Uncle Wang escorted them to the entrance of Square Pavilion. Yan Hong stepped onto the carriage and said to him, “Uncle Wang, there’s no need to see us off any further. You may return.”