My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 37

Lin Yumo stepped into the Blockhouse Cottage in Qingzhou, her fingertip tracing the scratches on the loquat tree.

These scratches were left by Xu Mo when she practiced her sword, and now, recalling her, Lin Yumo felt that Xu Mo’s lonely figure and desolate sword technique were all focused on Qishi Yu.

Her fingertip paused at a scratch; this sword technique contained killing intent.

Even after restraint, the sharpness beneath the fierceness was ultimately difficult to conceal, revealed deep within the scars on the loquat tree.

And at that time, she had sat right beside Xu Mo, innocently complimenting her.

‘Mother, your sword technique is truly good.’

‘Mother, can you teach me too?’

‘Mother, please hug me, won’t you hug me.’

‘Mother, just acknowledge me.’

“Heh.” Lin Yumo couldn’t help but laugh out loud, using it to mask her despair.

It turned out that every look Xu Mo gave her was a form of torture to herself.

Xu Mo fundamentally wanted to kill her, just because she was her and Lin Yang’s child?

And she had unknowingly disgusted Xu Mo for over a decade.

Lin Yumo laughed, and as she laughed, she cried again.

Twelve years.

She had paraded a face that was a third similar to Lin Yang’s in front of Xu Mo for twelve years.

She had disgusted Xu Mo for a whole twelve years.

If not for her existence, Xu Mo wouldn’t have committed suicide due to depression, would she?

“Senior Sister.” Mu Xuewei suddenly called out.

The night was too thick; there was no light beneath the loquat tree.

Lin Yumo quickly wiped her face while Mu Xuewei hadn’t reached her, cleaning away the traces of tears, then took out a jar of Pear Blossom Wine from her Qiankun Bag and took two small sips.

“Senior Sister, why are you sitting here?” Mu Xuewei lifted her skirt, walking against the moonlight, getting closer and closer to Lin Yumo, and then sat down beside her.

“It’s nothing, I just wanted to come back and take a look.” Lin Yumo managed to speak clearly, masking her choked voice.

But in front of Mu Xuewei, no matter how much she concealed, she would reveal clues.

“Senior Sister, what’s wrong with your voice?”

“It’s fine, I might have just caught a cold from the wind.” Lin Yumo turned her head away, trying her best not to let Mu Xuewei see her face.

Mu Xuewei twirled a strand of hair around her finger, lowered her head, and said nothing more.

Under the flowing clouds and moonlight, the two sat side by side beneath the loquat tree.

Lin Yumo grasped the wine jar, pouring the wine into her mouth, feeling the heat in her throat.

This was the first time she felt the Pear Blossom Wine was so strong, choking her and making her want to cry.

She clenched her hand into a fist, covering her mouth, coughing repeatedly, but in the end, she couldn’t suppress the sobs that came out due to her grief.

Mu Xuewei turned her head, wanting to look at her, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder, with a voice that was almost pleading: “Can you not look at me?”

Mu Xuewei’s neck stiffened, she lowered her head, her thin lips pressed into a line, and following Lin Yumo’s wish, she truly did not look at her, but in her periphery, she had already looked at her many times.

She didn’t know what had happened, and if Senior Sister didn’t say, she wouldn’t ask, but she would worry.

She suddenly grabbed Lin Yumo’s hand, quickly turned around, going against Lin Yumo’s request, and stared straight at her.

Mu Xuewei knelt halfway in front of Lin Yumo, her slender, fair hand touching Lin Yumo’s face, her grey eyes filled with unspoken emotion, hiding all her words within her gaze.

Lin Yumo was a coward; she timidly lowered her head, as if desperately fighting for her dignity.

“Senior Sister.” Mu Xuewei lowered her body a little more, meeting Lin Yumo’s eyes again, “Look at me.”

Lin Yumo’s eyelashes trembled; she clearly didn’t want Mu Xuewei to see her in such a pathetic state, but her words were like a spell, making her unable to help but comply.

She looked up, the mist in her eyes not yet dissipated, looking at the illusory figure in front of her, feeling even more distressed. Could it be that all matters in this world were merely fleeting illusions, destined to rise and fall?

Mu Xuewei looked at her intently, tilting her head to bring her thin lips up, wrapping her arms around Lin Yumo’s waist, embracing her tighter and tighter.

Lin Yumo hugged her tightly, deepening the kiss.

If the world was just an instant, all an illusion, then she would die with her within that illusion, floating in the silence.

Mu Xuewei, don’t leave me.

She prayed in her heart.

Lin Yumo didn’t believe in fate, but at this moment, she wanted to beg heaven for a destined marriage, one where they could share a bed in life and a tomb in death.

She didn’t know how long this kiss lasted, but Lin Yumo felt as if it had been an entire century.

Mu Xuewei, unable to breathe, finally gently pushed Lin Yumo’s shoulder, pulling apart the distance between them.

Her fingertip wiped Lin Yumo’s lips, cleaning the residual saliva, and then she nestled into Lin Yumo’s embrace, accompanying her as they watched the suddenly dark, starry sky.

She looked up slightly, bringing her thin lips close to Lin Yumo’s ear, saying softly, “I will always be by your side.”

Lin Yumo held her hand, intertwining their fingers, and squeezed, “What if you break your word?”

“I won’t break it.”

Lin Yumo said, “If you dare to break it…”

“…I will kill you myself.”

Mu Xuewei chuckled, turned her head, and her fingertip traced Lin Yumo’s throat, causing Lin Yumo’s body to tremble.

“My life was given to you long ago.”

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