My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 33

Lin Yumo’s pupils widened, her heart pounding, even the wind in her ears was silent, she could only clearly hear the girl’s low moan.

The taste of wine entering her gut stirred up the vast ocean in Lin Yumo’s heart. The silver butterfly hanging over the ocean gently fluttered its wings, stirring up monstrous waves on the sea surface.

It wasn’t until Mu Xuewei’s lips moved away that Lin Yumo finally reacted. Her eyes were red, and she stiffly lifted her arm, picked up Mu Xuewei, and walked towards the room.

She tried hard to calm the turbulent waves in her heart, but the surging force did not disappear. Instead, it transformed into an undercurrent hidden beneath the calm water surface, churning more fiercely than the tides, seeming determined to boil her alive.

She placed Mu Xuewei on the bed and said in a hoarse voice, “You are drunk. Get some rest early.”

Mu Xuewei did not let go. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Lin Yumo’s neck, her voice slightly whimpering, “Senior Sister, can you stop liking Senior Brother? Just like me.”

Lin Yumo was pulled too close. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of wine on Mu Xuewei. She propped one hand on the bed board and raised the other hand as if to swear, “I have never liked him. I swear.”

She knew perfectly well that Mu Xuewei was drunk, yet she still clarified her words, one by one.

She lifted the corner of the quilt and covered Mu Xuewei, afraid that she would not remember these words when she woke up the next day, yet also afraid that she would remember them.

Mu Xuewei’s fingertips traced Lin Yumo’s throat, and her silver eyes were moist with water vapor, “I… really like… Senior Sister.”

Buzz. Lin Yumo felt like her whole being had exploded. She had considered this kind of feeling between her and Mu Xuewei, and had thought it might be love, but when this word ‘like’ came out of her mouth, the feeling was different.

It was real.

Yet unreal.

Her whole body was trembling because of Mu Xuewei’s simple statement of ‘like’.

Mu Xuewei pulled her hand and placed it near her sash, tempting Lin Yumo to untie it and open her robe.

Lin Yumo bit her lower lip hard, pulled her hand back, and said, “I, I won’t.”

“Senior Sister, let me teach you, okay—” Mu Xuewei’s voice was soft, like a spring breeze caressing her face, but the voice also carried a hook, provoking a restless itch in one’s heart.

The veins on Lin Yumo’s arm bulged. She clenched her fist, then slowly released it, and delivered a swift chop to Mu Xuewei’s neck, knocking her unconscious.

Drunken indiscretion, Lin Yumo couldn’t do it.

If they were going to do it, it should be when both were sober.

She patted her flushed, hot face, turned, and ran towards the back mountain, plunging headfirst into the cold spring, submerging her entire body.

…

The next day, as the sky was just starting to lighten, a fierce wind broke a large number of bamboo in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

The emerald green sword clashed with the silver blade. Broken bamboo branches spun in the air, their sharp tips pointing at Xiao Tang one moment, and then flipping to point at Wei Qingyi the next.

Wei Qingyi put strength into her Jade Bamboo Sword, pressing Xiao Tang down, “What are you doing, going mad? Why are you making a scene in my Purple Bamboo Forest?”

Xiao Tang landed on a bamboo branch, the tip of her sword pointing at Wei Qingyi, “I was wondering why Yumo started practicing so hard. So you plan to have her participate in the Deer Hunting Battle!”

“What’s wrong with the Deer Hunting Battle? How many people became famous in the Deer Hunting Battle?”

“Me, Ji Nangui, Xu Mo, and…” Wei Qingyi caught herself in time, clearly unwilling to mention that person. She said, “Weren’t we all made famous by the Deer Hunting Battle?”

“And you, you lost the Deer Hunting Battle and are still holding a grudge now, aren’t you?”

“You know I’m not talking about that.” Xiao Tang wiped the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

She curled her lips into a mocking smile, “You’re sending her into a fiery pit!”

“At the Deer Hunting Battle, all the Hundred Immortal Sects will be present. You know, she is Xu Mo’s daughter.”

Xiao Tang sighed, “For every person who liked Xu Mo among the Hundred Immortal Sects, there’s another who hated him. You can’t be unaware of this.”

Wei Qingyi ran two fingers across the Jade Bamboo Sword. The emerald green sword light mirrored her eyes, which were sharp, cold, and filled with killing intent.

She tugged at the corner of her mouth and gave a contemptuous smile, “I want them to know that thirty years ago, they were no match for Xu Mo. Thirty years later, they won’t be a match for her daughter either.”

Xiao Tang tightened her grip on her sword. If only she could beat Wei Qingyi, she would surely give her a good beating.

She flew down from the bamboo branch and landed outside the Purple Bamboo Forest courtyard. She looked back at Wei Qingyi, remained silent for a long while, and finally said angrily, “Just keep harming your precious disciple.”

Wei Qingyi snorted, composed her expression, looked towards the cold spring behind the mountain, rubbed her forehead, and muttered, “White Emperor City. Qi Shiyu.”

…

Since that night, Lin Yumo started acting like she was in secluded cultivation, staying in her room all day, not leaving the door.

Occasionally, she would open a window and glimpse Mu Xuewei, only to instantly close the window and hurriedly look away.

She wouldn’t eat at meal times, insisting on waiting until late at night, starving herself all day, before sneaking to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

In contrast, Mu Xuewei acted as if nothing had happened, eating when it was time to eat, practicing sword when it was time to practice, carrying on as usual.

Lin Yumo flipped through the scroll in her hand, absent-minded, her gaze following the ground upwards, fixed on the closed door.

With a soft creak, the door was gently pushed open. Lin Yumo quickly threw the book in her hand onto a pile of books, then randomly pulled out another book from the pile and haphazardly opened it.

She pretended not to notice the person who entered, keeping her eyes glued to the book.

Mu Xuewei, however, stared at her, approaching closer and closer.

After a moment of silence, Lin Yumo finally asked, “Is there, is there something you need?”

Mu Xuewei reached out, pulled the book from Lin Yumo’s hand, turned it right-side up, and placed it back on the table, “The book is upside down, Senior Sister.”

Lin Yumo’s face flushed, feeling both ashamed and annoyed. She gritted her teeth, “Do you need something?”

“Master called for you.”

Lin Yumo stood up in a panic, accidentally hitting her knee on the chair, letting out a muffled groan, and then ran out hastily.

Mu Xuewei walked to the pile of books and sifted through them until she found the book Lin Yumo had been holding. She couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

The cover of the book read “Grinding the Mirror for Love” (Mo Jing Zhi Hao). Mu Xuewei smiled with curved eyes, opened the cover, and appreciated the illustrations inside, page by page.

They were all scenes of passionate lovemaking and the joys of the flesh.

“Senior Sister ah—” Mu Xuewei’s laugh was light. Her eyes were like a little fox’s, lively and cunning, with a hint of mischief.

She closed the book and put Lin Yumo’s “Grinding the Mirror for Love” back into its hiding spot.

…

The sky gradually darkened. A curtain of night descended over the Purple Bamboo Forest. Stars twinkled brightly in the dark sky, and the moon hung high above.

When Lin Yumo emerged from Wei Qingyi’s room, she saw Mu Xuewei standing by her door with the Yangshan Snow sword strapped to her back, smiling at her with curved eyes.

Lin Yumo frowned slightly. What was she smiling about?

She took two steps and then secretly glanced at Mu Xuewei.

?

Why was she still smiling?

Don’t smile at her!

Did she have something on her face?

No way? She had washed her face, right?

Lin Yumo’s old face flushed red from being stared at. Seeing that she was only three steps away from her own door, she quickly changed her mind, secretly altered her direction, and fled to the back kitchen.

Mu Xuewei slowly followed behind her. Lin Yumo took one step, and she followed one step.

Lin Yumo stopped, and she stopped too.

Once in the back kitchen, Lin Yumo secretly glanced at her out of the corner of her eye.

?

Why was she still following her?

Lin Yumo rested her hand on the stove, clenching her hand into a fist. She thought: She didn’t do anything wrong, did she? That night, she didn’t do anything to her, didn’t she just… cough… just kiss her once?

Mu Xuewei had a low alcohol tolerance. Now that she was acting like nothing happened and following behind her, she must have blacked out.

As long as she didn’t bring it up, Mu Xuewei would definitely forget.

Mm-hmm, yes, that must be it.

Lin Yumo relaxed her fist, took a deep breath, and planned to turn around and interact with Mu Xuewei as usual.

Before she could speak, Mu Xuewei said, “Senior Sister, I want to take a bath.”

“…”

“O-Oh, I’ll boil the water for you.”

Lin Yumo pursed her lips, her face flushed again. Before she even had dinner, she was boiling water for Miss Mu.

She had a surge of suppressed anger in her heart, but it didn’t stop her from dutifully boiling water for a certain person.

However, the pots and pans were not so lucky. They clattered loudly under a surge of pent-up frustration. The instigator of all this stood by the door, smiling, contentedly watching her Senior Sister busy herself for her.

Lin Yumo wiped her hands and said, “I’ve prepared everything. You should go quickly.”

“Remember to close the window so you don’t catch a cold.”

Mu Xuewei slowly walked over, got close to her, and stared into her eyes.

After a moment, she nodded, “Mm, Senior Sister, I’ll go now.”

It wasn’t until Mu Xuewei’s figure disappeared from the back kitchen that Lin Yumo let out a sigh of relief, and then angrily kicked the nearby stove.

She had been completely played!

Why should she boil water for her, why should she wait on her? She wasn’t her maid!

She grabbed a piece of osmanthus cake nearby, wolfed it down, and then quickly patted her chest, looking for water to drink.

She was choking…

…

“Senior Sister,” Mu Xuewei called out using spiritual transmission, startling Lin Yumo again.

①

“Could you pass my clothes to me? I forgot to bring my garment.”

“O-Oh, I’m coming.” Lin Yumo squeezed her hands and entered the room holding a set of white robes on a tray.

Water vapor filled the room, a hazy mist everywhere.

The thin gauze screen reflected Mu Xuewei’s silhouette. Lin Yumo quickly retracted her gaze and nervously lowered her head.

Only the sound of her heartbeat confirmed her existence.

She walked slowly inside, like a little maid, keeping her head down, tightly gripping the tray holding the clothes.

“Where should I put them for you?” she asked.

“Senior Sister,”

“Could you hand them to me?” Mu Xuewei’s voice floated over from the misty clouds, like a dream.

Lin Yumo silently chanted, “Form is emptiness, emptiness is form,” though she didn’t know why that phrase came to mind.

She walked further in, parting the clouds of mist.

Suddenly, Mu Xuewei stood up from the tub, the steam half-concealing her body.

She turned slightly and looked at Lin Yumo. Her wet, long hair cascaded down to her waist, and water droplets on her hair flowed down her curves, ultimately stirring up a wave in Lin Yumo’s heart.

Little… Spring Peach…

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