The Abused Heroine Stops Pretending [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 64

Tang Jing carried the freshly cooked porridge into the room, where the person on the bed had already sat up and was now leaning against the headboard.

Wu Xingyue never expected to wake up lying on her master’s bed, her nose filled with the cold, refreshing scent that belonged to her master. She was utterly enchanted by it. Before her master entered, she had already been clutching the pillow, inhaling deeply for a long time. If she hadn’t sensed her master’s approach, she would have buried herself entirely under the blankets.

But there was no hurry she knew exactly how to exploit her master’s soft heart.

Cough, cough. Wu Xingyue let out weak coughs, her back slightly hunched as she feigned a severe fit.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Tang Jing set the porridge on the table and hurried over to check on her.

“It hurts.” Wu Xingyue leaned weakly, deliberately swaying toward her as she approached.

Tang Jing quickly steadied her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and gently shifting her further onto the bed.

Unseen by her master, Wu Xingyue buried her face in Tang Jing’s embrace, savoring her scent. By the time Tang Jing pulled away, she had already schooled her expression back into one of docile fragility, her eyes downcast in perfect obedience.

Since the other had been injured protecting her, it was only right that she take care of her. Tang Jing brought the porridge over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Have some porridge. You’ll take your medicine afterward.”

“Okay.” Wu Xingyue was the picture of obedience.

But her compliance had reasons. First, in her dazed state, she had called out “Shizun,” and she was terrified her master might discover her true identity. Second, it had been so long since she had seen this side of her master cooking porridge for her, applying medicine to her wounds.

Though she knew her master was only doing this because she was the Lord of Lingyu Palace. If anyone else were injured, she would do the same.

The thought made her heart twist with bitterness. In a sudden fit of pettiness, she turned her head away stubbornly. “I don’t want to eat.”

Tang Jing paused, the spoon hovering midair, before placing it back into the bowl and setting it aside on the table.

The clink of the bowl against the table made Wu Xingyue press her lips together. She glanced over, only to find that her master had truly stopped feeding her. Regret instantly flooded her.

This rare chance to be fed by her master, and she had ruined it. Seeing that not only had the feeding stopped, but her master was about to leave, Wu Xingyue panicked and grabbed her sleeve, tilting her head up urgently. “Don’t go.”

Afraid she might fall off the bed, Tang Jing quickly steadied her, frowning slightly as she explained, “I’m going to fetch your medicine.”

Wu Xingyue didn’t respond, but her grip on Tang Jing’s sleeve tightened stubbornly, refusing to let go.

For some reason, the image of her master’s resolute back as she had cast her out of the sect years ago flashed before her eyes. That silhouette had become a demon in her heart, haunting her dreams night after night during that time.

Only after reuniting with her master had she been able to sleep peacefully. But now, she realized the demon within her had awakened again.

Terrified, she released her master’s sleeve and turned away, lowering her head to hide her expression. Her voice was cool and distant. “My apologies for troubling the Lord of Lingyu Palace.”

This was the first time since their reunion that she had spoken to her in such a detached tone. Tang Jing frowned uncomfortably but said nothing before turning to leave.

Unbeknownst to her, Wu Xingyue turned back to watch her go, her eyes burning crimson with obsession and aggression.

Wu Xingyue knew she was on the verge of losing control. She shut her eyes, forcing herself to endure, to calm down.

Yet the approaching footsteps completely disrupted her thoughts.

Tang Jing still held the bowl of medicinal soup in her hands and was about to speak when the person who had closed their eyes suddenly opened them. All she saw was a pair of crimson eyes before a scorching hand seized her wrist. The world spun, and she was thrown onto the bed, the bowl of medicine crashing to the floor, its contents spilling everywhere. But at this moment, neither of them cared.

Wu Xingyue pinned her wrists to the bed, preventing her from struggling, breathing heavily as she loomed over her.

“You!” Tang Jing was momentarily stunned. The other woman seemed to be in the throes of qi deviation. The anger she had felt from the sudden incident dissipated entirely, replaced by an unconscious worry. She tried to sit up to check on her, but her wrists remained firmly restrained.

“Qiuyue, let go.” Knowing that someone in qi deviation shouldn’t be provoked, Tang Jing softened her tone.

Unbeknownst to her, this only emboldened Wu Xingyue further. She buried her face against Tang Jing’s neck and bit down lightly, her remaining rationality preventing her from using too much force. Even so, Tang Jing’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

“Qiuyue.” Tang Jing tried to struggle again, to no avail.

“It hurts.” Wu Xingyue pressed Tang Jing’s hand against her own chest, lifting her head slightly to meet her gaze. Her eyes were filled with confusion and pain. “It hurts so much here.”

Tang Jing’s heart clenched. The hand on Wu Xingyue’s chest trembled slightly as she looked up at her. “What can I do to make it stop hurting?”

She didn’t realize the tenderness and coaxing in her own voice.

Wu Xingyue’s rationality flickered in and out. She could no longer tell whether the person before her was real or just a figment of her dreams. She shook her head, trying to see more clearly, but only grew more lost. Finally, her crimson eyes gazed at Tang Jing with infatuation, her lips curving into a smile, her expression shifting between adoration and madness.

“Shizun, how about we soar through the heavens together?”

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