The Sickly Senior Sister Ran Away After We Got Intimate - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: You Are Much Better Than Eldest Senior Sister

“Mmm—” He Chen murmured reluctantly, her arms wrapping even tighter.

“Let go, if you still wish to spend the night here,” Wen Yingyi suppressed her anger, her breath held tight.

However, a long time passed after she spoke and He Chen still didn’t budge. Remembering that the girl was going through her first period, Wen Yingyi’s tone softened slightly as she said helplessly, “If Junior Sister stays like this, how am I supposed to sleep?”

“Wenwen—” He Chen ignored her entirely. While pulling Wen Yingyi down, she rubbed her face against Wen Yingyi’s chest like a puppy begging for affection. She sniffed and slurred, “Wenwen, so fragrant and soft… you feel so comfortable to hold—”

Wen Yingyi’s body was exceptionally sensitive. Being nuzzled like this left her flustered and her breathing unsteady.

Seeing that He Chen was impervious to both soft and hard approaches, Wen Yingyi’s thoughts turned toward using acupuncture points. She threatened through gritted teeth, “It seems Junior Sister intends to go back to her own room to sleep. In that case, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

As she spoke, she circulated her inner strength. She slightly raised her right hand, quietly extending her index and ring fingers, concentrating energy at the fingertips, determined to immobilize He Chen so she could escape.

Unexpectedly, He Chen acted as if she hadn’t heard a word. Showing no fear at all, she began to mutter to herself, “Wenwen—you are still the best. You won’t abandon me… You are much better than Eldest Senior Sister.”

Her tone was full of grievance, her voice muffled and slurred.

To hear her clearly, Wen Yingyi unconsciously leaned forward. Upon hearing those words, her body froze. She silently withdrew her inner strength and lowered her right hand to support herself beside He Chen, falling into deep thought.

Among the disciples in the hall, she held the highest seniority. Where did this “Eldest Senior Sister” come from? Could it be that He Chen had recognized someone else elsewhere? But Junior Sister had never been down the mountain; who could she possibly know…

Unable to guess the answer and worried He Chen might be deceived, Wen Yingyi asked tentatively, “Junior Sister, who is this ‘Eldest Senior Sister’ you speak of?”

He Chen remained unresponsive, though the hands wrapped around Wen Yingyi did not loosen.

Wen Yingyi grew suspicious. Sleep talking?

Feeling skeptical, she propped herself up on both sides of He Chen, straightening her body slightly to create distance. By the faint moonlight filtering into the room, she looked down at He Chen.

She saw the girl’s eyes tightly shut, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows in the moonlight. There was no sign of her eyelids moving. The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, her breathing steady—she was sleeping soundly.

In two years, she had finally begun to grow up. Wen Yingyi sighed softly; she was still so restless even in her dreams.

With her neck firmly encircled, Wen Yingyi was certain He Chen was acting out of deep sleep, so she decided not to hold it against her.

Recalling that He Chen was as active and restless in sleep as she had been in childhood, and worried she might flip over or launch a sudden “attack” in the middle of the night—and to prevent her own waist injury from being aggravated a second time—Wen Yingyi decided to immobilize her.

This way, she could also free herself instead of being pinned in He Chen’s embrace, unable to move.

“So fragrant—” He Chen suddenly spoke again. She abruptly pulled Wen Yingyi down, nuzzled against her neck, and then proceeded to lick it.

A sudden wetness spread across her neck. Wen Yingyi’s mind went blank instantly, her ears buzzing. Panicked, she reached out to push He Chen away and covered her mouth.

Unexpectedly, He Chen took the opportunity to bite down, mumbling, “Big braised trotter… so fragrant—”

“Hiss—you—” Wen Yingyi hurriedly pulled her hand back. She frowned deeply, sensing the warm current in her abdomen beginning to grow restless again.

Big braised trotter…

Wen Yingyi felt it was utterly absurd. Just as she pulled her hand away, He Chen pulled her down again and suddenly bit into her neck.

“Hiss—” Wen Yingyi sucked in a breath of cold air. A sharp pain shot through her neck. She hadn’t expected He Chen to bite a second time. Enduring the pain, she raised two fingers and tapped He Chen’s immobilization point.

“Mmm—” As the fingers landed, He Chen let out a muffled groan. She remained frozen in the posture of embracing Wen Yingyi, motionless. The smacking sounds ceased abruptly.

With the perpetrator subdued, Wen Yingyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fine beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead at some unknown point, dripping down her cheek onto He Chen’s face.

She concentrated her mind and held her breath, prying He Chen’s hands open to finally escape her embrace.

After taking a deep breath, she arranged He Chen into a supine sleeping position and carried her further onto the bed. After all that exertion, she could finally lie down in peace.

The cloth tiger that He Chen had been holding in her arms was now lying quietly beside her.

Wenwen? Was she calling it?

Wen Yingyi picked up the cloth tiger, waved it before her eyes, and brought it to her nose to sniff. The doll was saturated with He Chen’s scent. She then disdainfully stuffed it back into He Chen’s arms.

It has only been with you for two years, and already it’s better than me? I’ve looked after you for so many years, yet I can’t compare to it. What a little ungrateful wolf.

Wen Yingyi sighed softly and closed her eyes to sleep, but the discomfort in her body became increasingly obvious, making it difficult to drift off.

Left with no choice, she rose from the bed and walked to the chaise longue. She sat cross-legged, concentrating on regulating her breathing until the latter half of the night, when she finally stabilized. She intended to take a light nap on the chaise longue, but then remembered that their Master was about to emerge from seclusion. He Chen was injured and hadn’t finished her transcriptions. She stood up and headed for the desk.

Wen Yingyi shook her head as she walked. He Chen was naturally active and playful, disliking study. Even without the injury, her transcriptions were often unfinished. Wen Yingyi had helped her in secret many times.

She first lit the oil lamp, took a stack of yellowed schoolwork notebooks from the cabinet, and placed them on the left side of the desk. After grinding the ink, she pulled out a blank sheet of paper, pressing the edges with a paperweight. She then lifted the brush and dipped it in ink, her movements practiced.

Wen Yingyi observed the handwriting on the paper to her left while writing on the blank sheet. She wrote somewhat slowly, seemingly imitating the handwriting on the left.

After a long while, as the sky began to brighten, Wen Yingyi took a deep breath. She stood up and set down the brush, rolling her neck and massaging her shoulders. She looked at the dozen or so pages she had just finished on the desk and nodded.

After tidying up the brushes and paper, she glanced at the still-sleeping He Chen and quietly slipped out of the room.

When He Chen woke up, the first thing she did was confirm whether she was in Wen Yingyi’s room. However, she soon realized her whole body was stiff and she couldn’t move, and Wen Yingyi was nowhere to be seen.

Panic immediately set in. She called out into the room several times, “Senior Sister? Eldest Senior Sister?”

The room was empty; no one answered. He Chen thought she was experiencing sleep paralysis, so she simply stopped struggling. Still feeling drowsy, she closed her eyes, intending to go back to sleep.

At that moment, Xiang Qingqing and Bu Lanfang entered the courtyard. Xiang Qingqing was carrying a stretcher, and the two were talking as they walked.

Bu Lanfang glanced at the stretcher and asked, “Second Senior Sister, why do you think Eldest Senior Sister told us to bring this? Little Junior Sister isn’t heavy; we could just carry her back on our backs. Carrying a stretcher makes it much heavier.”

“Perhaps Little Junior Sister’s waist injury makes it inconvenient. Eldest Senior Sister dotes on her.” Xiang Qingqing slowed her pace, looking at Bu Lanfang and complaining, “If you had watched her properly last night, Third Junior Sister, we wouldn’t have to make this trip.”

“She was determined to come to Eldest Senior Sister’s place; how could I have stopped her?” Bu Lanfang was unhappy with the remark and curled her lip in defense.

“I nearly froze to death this morning. Eldest Senior Sister’s eyes, her expression…” Xiang Qingqing recalled the scene and couldn’t help but shiver.

“Little Junior Sister must have complained to her.” Bu Lanfang sighed. She cleared her throat and imitated Wen Yingyi’s tone, saying gloomily, “I hear Third Junior Sister has trouble falling asleep and likes to tell scary stories. Perhaps she should be put in charge of a few more medicinal fields; once a person is tired, it’s easier to sleep.”

Bu Lanfang shrugged and pouted, stopping in front of the room door. “Listen to that. Eldest Senior Sister’s protectiveness knows no bounds. I merely told some interesting stories from down the mountain; there was no need to threaten me like that.”

“It serves you right for scaring Little Junior Sister. Eldest Senior Sister truly cares about her, unlike us.” Xiang Qingqing rolled her eyes at her, took off her shoes, and urged, “Stop talking. Open the door.”

“Maybe it wasn’t because of me…” Bu Lanfang acted nervous, looking around. Instead of opening the door, she gestured with her hands, putting her left hand down and holding her right hand out in front of Xiang Qingqing. She whispered, “I saw that this hand of Eldest Senior Sister’s was injured. Did you notice, Second Senior Sister?”

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