My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 22

Shen Zhuli took the grape skin out of her mouth and looked at Wei Qingyi through the window, a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

“Are these grapes still sweet?” Mu Xuewei asked.

“Sour—!”

Shen Zhuli had no interest in eating grapes anymore. Angrily, she picked up the Azure Sea Tide Sword beside her and headed straight for Wei Qingyi’s room. “Master! I’ve come for guidance! My Dao heart is unsettled again~”

Mu Xuewei looked at her eager figure, took a deep breath.

Only after the pang of jealousy in her heart subsided did she, like a docile little bunny, gently lift her skirt and walk slowly towards the two people playing chess.

“Senior Sister, I have something to tell you.”

Lin Yumo’s black piece did not fall, but paused for a moment, then she tossed it into the nearby jar and followed Mu Xuewei to the backyard.

Mu Xuewei held the book Xiao Tang had given her and handed it to Lin Yumo, “Senior Sister, Elder Xiao has punished you with copying a book.”

Lin Yumo?!!!

She forgot that today was the third master’s class.

It’s over.

She was guilty, she deserved the punishment, and she accepted the third master’s penalty.

Mu Xuewei leaned in closer, her voice clear and light, floating into Lin Yumo’s ear like a wisp of cloud, “Senior Sister, Elder Xiao said… Charm spell…”

The sunlight scattered on Mu Xuewei’s face, highlighting her beautiful features, and a clear, grey light flowed in her bright grey eyes.

Lin Yumo stared, slightly lost in thought. She didn’t hear clearly what Mu Xuewei said afterward, but in the intermittent distraction, she did catch the two words “charm spell.”

Her gaze moved from Mu Xuewei’s silver-white eyelashes, gradually downward, resting on Mu Xuewei’s lips.

Strange, did Mu Xuewei put on lipstick today?

The color was pinkish, looking very healthy, and under the light, it shimmered faintly.

What would it feel like to kiss them?

It must be…

Soft…

Lin Yumo suddenly took a step back, raised her hand to cover her eyes, and said sternly, “Mu Xuewei! How dare you use a charm spell on me!”

Mu Xuewei was stunned, then she curled her lips and laughed out loud. She pulled Lin Yumo’s hand away, her innocent grey eyes looking at Lin Yumo, “Senior Sister, were you even listening to what I was saying?”

“Besides, I would never learn a charm spell, a thing that can only confuse men.”

It’s over.

Lin Yumo’s earlobes turned completely red. Her face felt as hot as if it were on fire. She must be crazy to…

To… want to kiss her.

“Don’t say anything more. I haven’t finished the game with Qinglu yet.” Lin Yumo just wanted to change the subject. Whether it was a charm spell or not, she didn’t want to stay in front of her anymore.

Lin Yumo just turned around and hadn’t walked far before Mu Xuewei called her back.

Mu Xuewei smiled, shaking the scroll in her hand at Lin Yumo, “Senior Sister, you forgot the book you need to copy.”

Lin Yumo quickly snatched the book from Mu Xuewei’s hand and fled in a panic.

Mu Xuewei touched her own lips, a smile playing on her face.

Just now, she saw Senior Sister’s ears were red.

Moreover, the moment Senior Sister lowered her eyelids and looked down, she clearly felt Senior Sister’s desire for her.

Senior Sister wanted to kiss her.

…

In the long, dark night, with the dim candlelight flickering, Lin Yumo sat by the window, her wrist aching from copying the book.

If it were any other Elder punishing her, she definitely wouldn’t admit her mistake, but this person was the Third Master.

The disciples of Xuanling Mountain all said she was rigid and harsh, but in Lin Yumo’s eyes, that rigid person had once broken the rules for her and genuinely protected her.

It was a rainy season. Lin Yumo was lying on the desk, soaked like a drowned chicken, but two flushes of red were on her cheeks.

Xiao Tang was holding a black oiled-paper umbrella and happened to come to the Purple Bamboo Forest to ask Wei Qingyi for a match when she saw this scene.

‘Wake up, where is your Master?’ Xiao Tang shook Lin Yumo’s arm, tilting the umbrella towards her.

Lin Yumo blinked hard before she finally opened her red, hazy eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot.

She thought about the question the Third Master had just asked her, and after a long while, she spoke, ‘Went down the mountain…’

She casually brushed her wet hair, stood up from the stool, and before she could take a step, she swayed and fell.

‘Eh?’ Xiao Tang reached out an arm to steady her. She let go of the umbrella and placed her hand on Lin Yumo’s forehead.

A fever?

Xiao Tang’s heart tightened. She felt Lin Yumo’s pulse and probed with her spiritual energy.

No! Her Dao heart is unstable!

What was wrong with this little girl? Cultivating a heartless Dao technique and she managed to suffer a cultivation deviation!

Xiao Tang tossed the umbrella away, picked up Lin Yumo, and flew towards the remote Quiet Snow Peak.

Quiet Snow Peak had been covered in white for thousands of years. On the peak, a glazed lamp hung, holding a crystal-clear liquid. It was extremely pure, yet it seemed grey as it flowed, like falling ink rain.

Xiao Tang held the glazed lamp and was about to feed the liquid to Lin Yumo when she was blocked by a beam of heavenly light.

‘Xiao Tang, what’s in this glazed lamp is the Futu Wine. It’s been aged on this Xuanling Mountain’s Quiet Snow Peak for decades. Without the Sect Master’s order, how can you give it to a child!’ the Second Elder Lu Yan questioned.

Xiao Tang’s wrist paused. She looked down at the Futu Wine in the glazed lamp.

The snow on Quiet Snow Peak fell like catkins, landing lightly on the Futu Wine. A faint cyan flame suddenly rose within the Futu Wine, burning the snowflake to ashes, and then extinguished in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Tang gripped the glazed lamp, watching the blue veins on Lin Yumo’s forehead gradually turn purple. She took a deep breath, ignored everything, pried open Lin Yumo’s mouth, and fed her the Futu Wine.

She picked up Lin Yumo and said to Lu Yan: ‘Don’t forget who gave this Futu Wine to Xuanling Mountain. It is only right for this child to have it!’

‘It is my fault for moving the sect’s possession without permission, but the brewer is not dead. I will go to White Emperor City myself and get another lamp.’

With that, she carried Lin Yumo and soared away, no longer wasting words.

…

Lin Yumo put down her pen, rubbed her wrist, and let out a sigh of relief.

Dark clouds covered the bright moon. A “rumble” of thunder rolled in, and the pouring rain started without warning.

“Sister Lin, Sister Lin.” Lin Qinglu ran in with her quilt, rushing into Lin Yumo’s room. “Sister, I’m scared. Can you sleep with me?”

Lin Yumo tilted her head and looked at her, rubbing her stiff neck, letting out a long yawn, and lazily nodded, “You sleep. I’ll watch over you.”

Lin Qinglu took two steps closer to Lin Yumo, reached out and grabbed Lin Yumo’s hand, pulling her onto the bed together.

Lin Yumo let her pull her and didn’t struggle. She was truly tired and really wanted to sleep.

Lin Qinglu lay on the inside, holding Lin Yumo’s hand, and her eyelids gradually drooped.

Lin Yumo took out the sheepskin scroll again and looked at it against the candlelight. It was all written in demonic script.

Should she ask Mu Xuewei about it?

That didn’t seem right. What if this really was a letter sent to her? She felt uneasy.

“Boom—” A sudden loud crack, Lin Yumo clearly felt Lin Qinglu tremble all over. She quickly patted her until her brows gradually relaxed and her breathing became steady. Then, she let out a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed board.

“Senior Sister…” Mu Xuewei pushed the door open, standing barefoot in the doorway. Her long, wet hair was scattered, and the neckline of her shirt was slightly messy.

Lin Yumo made a shushing gesture and looked at her.

Mu Xuewei’s eyes were a little red. Had she been crying?

Lin Yumo glanced at Lin Qinglu on the bed and whispered to Mu Xuewei, “She just fell asleep.”

Mu Xuewei was stunned. The foot she had just taken forward retracted. The hand gripping her skirt tightened, wrinkling her white clothes. She took small steps backward, out of Lin Yumo’s room, and closed the door behind her.

Lin Yumo stood up. She knew Mu Xuewei must be too scared, otherwise, she would never have come to her. She had just stood up when Lin Qinglu, still asleep, unconsciously pulled her back. She couldn’t chase after her.

She thought one difficult young lady in the Purple Bamboo Forest was enough, but now there was another little precious one.

She couldn’t pursue, nor could she not pursue.

Sigh…

After a long while, she glanced at Lin Qinglu, confirmed she was asleep, quietly pulled her hand out, extinguished the candlelight in the room, and slipped out.

The rain outside was heavier, the downpour hitting the ground and raising a layer of white mist.

Lin Yumo stood under the covered walkway. Although she wasn’t getting wet from the rain, the wind brought a layer of water mist that landed on her, dampening her green clothes.

She looked towards Mu Xuewei’s room. The candlelight shone through the paper window, flickering precariously.

Had she not slept yet?

She placed her hand on Mu Xuewei’s door, paused for a long time, but couldn’t bring herself to push it open.

Lin Yumo’s thoughts were chaotic. In the rain, she couldn’t see the pear blossom tree outside the rain curtain, nor could she see her own… heart.

She withdrew her hand, turned her back to the door, and tilted her head, seemingly trying to see the person inside the room.

She wanted to go in and check, but she had no excuse.

She wasn’t sure what Mu Xuewei’s look meant when she closed the door and looked at her, but in any case, she could feel an unspeakable emotion.

She leaned against the wooden railing. Her green shirt was soaked by the rain, and the strands of hair at her temples were wet, dripping water onto her forehead.

She thought, since there was no excuse to go in, she might as well just guard her, just guard her.

Lin Yumo’s stubborn figure was projected onto the paper window through the glass, becoming a shadow in the candlelight.

The person with a troubled heart inside the room sat on the bed, watching the figure shrink as the candle burned down and the light diminished.

Mu Xuewei got off the bed and walked to the window. She squatted down, watching the candle wick in the lamp gradually shorten. She glanced out the window and blew on the candle.

It went out.

She lay on the bed, thinking that the person outside would leave now that the candle was out.

She drew the curtains, wiped her face with her fingertips, and dried her tears.

What she hated most was seeing Lin Yumo’s back.

Whenever she saw Senior Sister’s back, she would have a feeling that Senior Sister would leave her.

That feeling was the same as when she saw Lin Yumo take her own life on Quiet Snow Peak in her previous life. She could only watch helplessly as Lin Yumo’s body gradually turned cold, utterly powerless.

She didn’t even have the right to be buried with her…

Lin Yumo leaned against the window, slowly sliding down the wooden board, crouching under the eaves.

She thought: Just wait a little longer, wait until the rain stops…

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