The Ice-Cold Beauty Senior Sister Keeps Falling for Her Own Theories - Chapter 27

Gongsun Muhan stood up and quickly walked behind the screen, tapping on the dark wood frame inlaid with gold.

“Little Junior Sister?”

The only response was the faintly flickering candlelight on the screen.

Without further hesitation, she flashed to the side of the bathing pool.

Before her eyes was Feng Jie’s peaceful sleeping face, resting quietly by the edge of the pool. Her dark hair was spread out, half submerged in the water and half draped over her chest, revealing a breathtaking view of her curves at a single glance.

Gongsun Muhan averted her gaze, only to catch sight of Feng Jie’s jade-like skin, her snow-white body shimmering faintly beneath the water.

She crouched down, shifting her gaze from above to level with the scene.

Yet it still felt insufficient, as waves of restlessness stirred within her heart.

She then reached her hand into the pool, gently stirring the water. Ripples spread outward, shattering the enchanting reflection beneath the surface.

At the same time, a faint medicinal fragrance wafted upward. She leaned in to sniff it, it was mostly high-quality tonic herbs meant to calm the spirit and soothe the nerves.

No wonder Chang Yuru had asked about her previous injuries when she left…

Gongsun Muhan sighed softly. Her junior sister’s cultivation was limited, and the potency of the medicine had overwhelmed her, rendering her unconscious. It seemed unlikely she would wake anytime soon.

But sleeping in the pool was not a solution. Aside from catching a chill, the accumulated medicinal effects would be too much for her to process.

Her gaze fell once more upon Feng Jie, lying unclothed and completely unaware in the pool.

It was then that she noticed Feng Jie’s arms stretched forward, one hand seemingly covering something, with only a yellowed corner visible, while the other hand clutched a half-inch-long charcoal pen.

Gongsun Muhan gently extracted the pen and the small book. Initially intending to set them aside, she inadvertently caught sight of the title page Feng Jie had left open, marked with clearly visible lines of small script in charcoal.

[“I must win over Elder Senior Sister and go home! Go home!”]

[“Big Senior Sister doesn’t live with me because we’re not close enough!”]

[“Get close to her! Get close to her! Get close to her!”]

[“Of course, if only I could have her fall for me like a home invasion robbery… Stop, stop dreaming!”]

Scattered phrases filled the gaps around the doodled images of small creatures on the title page.

The creatures she had drawn were peculiar, resembling a shriveled pancake or a fluffy cloud, with a large furry tail and various long and short arrows piercing their bodies.

Below, a square frame was drawn, encircling some neater small script in bold.

[“Summary of the Strategy as Follows:”]

[“First Tactic: Don’t be afraid of rejection, persistent affection lasts the longest!”]

[“Second Tactic: Always pay attention to her heart and protect her unconditionally!”]

[“Key Point, She is my life!”]

[“Third Tactic: Physical intimacy is a great way to deepen the relationship! Hold her hand, hug her, sleep…”]

The characters at the end grew increasingly scribbled and blurred, with only the character for “sleep” faintly discernible.

The moment she read it, Gongsun Muhan’s mind conjured an image of Feng Jie, flushed from the medicinal fumes, lifting her heavy eyelids, gripping the pen unsteadily, and swaying as she wrote…

But as she regained her senses, every sentence Feng Jie had written on that title page struck her deeply, leaving her mind momentarily unable to process anything.

Unconsciously, Gongsun Muhan traced the script on the title page over and over, until the charcoal ink stained her rounded, pearly fingertips.

Her little junior sister, truly liked her.

She even wanted to take her home…

But sleep… sleep with her?

During her earlier wanderings in the mortal realm, she had spent a few years in pleasure quarters, so she was no stranger to such scenes. Could it be… that her junior sister meant it that way…?

For a moment, Gongsun Muhan felt a burning agitation, as if she were a piece of white porcelain being fired in a kiln, her exterior appearing pure and flawless, while the core threatened to shatter.

This couldn’t go on any longer.

She closed her eyes to focus her mind, then pressed her index and middle fingers to her forehead, channeling spiritual energy to forcibly infuse herself with the Clarity of Heart technique.

Letting out a soft exhale, she reopened her eyes, her demeanor now as cool and composed as bamboo. With a slight lift and turn of her right hand, a moon-white silk scarf drifted over from a nearby clothes rack, settling over her eyes and brows.

Beneath the tied bow, the ribbons fluttered gently, adding a touch of brightness to her dark, flowing hair.

With a soft splash, Gongsun Muhan stepped into the bathing pool and lifted Feng Jie by the waist.

The warm, smooth texture of Feng Jie’s skin felt like fine mutton-fat jade, yet soft as water, as if it might yield and reshape at the slightest pressure… Hastily, Gongsun Muhan cast a spell, wrapping Feng Jie completely in a clean outer robe, covering everything except her head.

Gongsun Muhan had thought this would suffice, but the faint, elusive scent of Feng Jie’s hair persistently drifted into her nostrils…

“Mmm.”

Feng Jie let out a soft, uncomfortable murmur in her sleep, feeling as though she were stumbling along a muddy, uneven path.

After finally settling Feng Jie onto the bed and wrapping her snugly in blankets, Gongsun Muhan’s hand, still tucked into the bedding, hadn’t yet withdrawn.

In the next moment, Feng Jie turned over, clutching Gongsun Muhan’s hand tightly against her chest and nuzzling it.

“Home… I want to go home…”

Hearing these sleep-mumbled words, Gongsun Muhan froze for a second. Did her junior sister miss home so much? If she remembered correctly, Feng Jie had been found by Sect Leader Dao Xuanzi during his travels, a pitiful, orphaned three-year-old child he brought back to Bixia Sect. Logically, Bixia Sect should be her home. Yet now she spoke of home with such longing… Could it be that she still remembered another home from before?

Her forearm was squeezed even tighter, interrupting Gongsun Muhan’s thoughts. She tried to pry it loose with her other hand.

But Feng Jie held on too firmly; she couldn’t free herself at all.

Glancing at the peacefully sleeping culprit, Gongsun Muhan sighed softly and resignedly sat down by the bed. Closing her eyes, she began to meditate, focusing on regulating the injuries she had sustained earlier.

The soft patter of rain began to fall, steadily urging the candle wax to fill the holder, stretching the night’s light until daybreak, when it finally ceased.

The drowsy, stifling rain-soaked night was perfect for deep sleep, but the morning after the rain often greeted with a refreshingly cool breeze, awakening the senses.

The nearby window creaked open a slanted crack.

A fresh fragrance wafted in, mingling with the scent of grass and damp earth, and a faint, cool aroma of green bamboo.

Feng Jie’s nose twitched, and she awoke instantly.

Opening her eyes, she saw Gongsun Muhan’s upright figure, her gentle profile half-hidden by dark hair. Then, looking down, she saw the snow-white, jade-like hand pressed against her chest, sure enough, it was the senior sister’s.

Gasping.

Feng Jie drew a sharp breath. Had her senior sister stayed up all night sitting here… just because she had used her hand as a hugging pillow? And in such an awkward position, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath!

She glanced once more at the sheer outer garment draped over her chest, and instantly, her entire body flushed as red as a boiled lobster.

Was it too late to pretend she was still asleep?

Feng Jie felt like crying but had no tears left to shed.

Suppressing the overwhelming shame, she stealthily craned her neck to peek forward, had the senior sister not woken up yet?

With that thought, Feng Jie cautiously loosened her grip on Gongsun Muhan’s forearm and, using two fingers, began to slowly withdraw her wrist from that warm area.

Feng Jie was so preoccupied with the tension in her chest that she failed to notice the person sitting by the bed had long since opened her eyes. Gongsun Muhan was now tilting her head slightly, her lowered lashes like a dusting of fallen snow, her expression cold and detached as she stared at Feng Jie.

“What are you doing?”

Feng Jie’s two fingers, still suspended mid-air holding the senior sister’s wrist, froze. She looked up and met Gongsun Muhan’s icy gaze.

The senior sister didn’t seem too pleased.

Feng Jie parted her pink lips, blinked, and quickly spun a response in her mind. “I was afraid, my sweat might sully you, Senior Sister.”

“…”

Seizing the opportunity, Feng Jie chuckled and swiftly changed the subject.

“Senior Sister, I… I…”

Seeing her hesitate, Gongsun Muhan assumed Feng Jie was embarrassed about having fallen asleep in the bath and sighed, taking the initiative to explain:

“The bath was infused with medicinal herbs. Your cultivation level is limited, so you couldn’t absorb them and ended up fainting from the potency.”

“Ah!”

Only then did Feng Jie realize that she and her senior sister were on completely different wavelengths.

Blushing with embarrassment, she clutched the thin garment tighter against her chest and murmured softly:

“Um, Senior Sister, what I meant was… why am I not wearing any clothes?”

After saying this, Feng Jie silently lowered her head. If she had been conscious, she would never have allowed anyone to dress her, even another woman would have made her uncomfortable. But last night, she had been completely unaware. Since the senior sister had already seen everything, and they were both women, couldn’t she at least have helped her put on her undergarments? It would have been better than this sheer outer robe with nothing underneath…

Gongsun Muhan, encountering such a situation for the first time, instinctively furrowed her brows and asked bluntly, “Do you want me to help you dress?”

“…”

This time, it was Feng Jie’s turn to fall silent.

While her words carried a faint hint of reproach for the senior sister not having helped her into her undergarments the previous night, her real intention was to subtly remind her that she needed to get dressed…

Suddenly, a faint morning breeze slipped through the window crack, carrying an unusual aura.

Gongsun Muhan’s fingers twitched slightly, and the moon-white silk ribbon from the previous night once again covered her eyes.

“Sit up and turn around.”

Feng Jie stared at her, wide-eyed. In just three seconds, the senior sister had already tied the white silk over her eyes, gathered Feng Jie’s fresh clothes in one hand, and lightly placed the other on her shoulder.

All Feng Jie could see was Gongsun Muhan’s cool, elegant jawline, her slender swan-like neck, and the lower half of her face, her lips slightly downturned, exuding a chilling severity that felt inexplicably heavy.

“Senior Sister, I-”

“Turn around.”

Gongsun Muhan cut her off directly, her tone now clearly tinged with urgency.

A flicker of doubt crossed Feng Jie’s mind. Just as she was about to insist again on dressing herself, Gongsun Muhan pulled her upright, gripped her shoulders, and turned her around.

After leaving the quilt, the expected chill on her back never came. Instead, she found herself enveloped in an embrace fragrant with the scent of bamboo, as if she had stumbled into a lush green bamboo forest bathed in gentle sunlight. The temperature was neither hot nor dry, cool yet not icy, and it inexplicably lulled her into drowsiness.

Feeling utterly comfortable, she raised her arms in response to the gentle guidance, allowing those cool, slender hands to glide past her waist…

For the first time, Feng Jie realized how enjoyable it could be to have someone else dress her.

Gongsun Muhan worked swiftly, efficiently helping Feng Jie into her clothes in no time, leaving only the belt undone.

“Turn around.”

Somehow, Feng Jie had ended up standing on the bed. She complied and turned as instructed.

Standing on the bed while her senior sister remained on the floor, Feng Jie glanced down and saw her senior sister tilting her head slightly, focused intently on tying an intricate knot. Looking further down, she noticed a small mole near the right collarbone, visible through the moon-white fabric flowing from her senior sister’s neckline.

Before she could process what she was doing, Feng Jie had already reached out and gently tugged at the sheer scarf woven into her senior sister’s cascading ink-black hair.

She expected her senior sister to scold her for being mischievous, but instead, the senior sister merely cast her a calm glance.

“Put on your shoes yourself.”

“Someone’s coming.”

Gongsun Muhan stepped back, and the refreshing, serene bamboo fragrance drifted away with her.

Gongsun Muhan moved to the window, positioning herself sideways to catch all the light seeping through the cracks. With a flick of her sleeve as she left, many things in the room vanished, especially Feng Jie’s presence, which disappeared without a trace.