Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me
Chapter 140 - 103 "You are just despicable for coveting Junior Brother’s looks, lusting after his body.

Chapter 140: Chapter 103 "You are just despicable for coveting Junior Brother’s looks, lusting after his body.

Fuyao Inn.

Under the night sky, the bedroom was lit by candlelight. Mu Qingyue stood in front of Lu Jin’an’s wardrobe, her face calm as she ’looked’ at the neatly folded clothes inside.

Apart from the standard robes of the Wandao Sect, the casual clothes carried a hint of the ’mother’s’ fragrance.

She reached out and gently caressed them with her fingers, thinking that ’mother’ clearly liked them, but she always pushed this ’daughter’ forward...

Closing the wardrobe, Mu Qingyue moved to the bed; the sheets were not as tidy as usual, with some dried marks on the creased surface.

’Zhu Nanzhi...’

Mu Qingyue had a keen sense of smell, and even after a day, she could still catch the unique, faintly elegant scent of plum blossoms belonging to Zhu Nanzhi.

Besides that, there was also a faint hint of Junior Brother’s scent... Didn’t Junior Brother sleep here last night?

Or did he take a bath before sleeping?

Mu Qingyue pondered, crouching down to sniff near the bed, her black and gold horse-faced skirt spreading on the floor like a blossoming water lily.

"Junior Brother..."

The scent was strongest at the side of the bed. Mu Qingyue leaned forward, pressing her cheek against it and inhaled deeply—

She felt her mind spin into a similar godless void.

Mu Qingyue rubbed her face left and right contemplatively, thinking how nice it would be if Junior Brother let her wash the dishes.

Of course, she didn’t mean to treasure it, just wanted to wash it in another way... Hm?

Mu Qingyue froze, suddenly recalling something important: why didn’t she take the chance to kiss Junior Brother in the kitchen?

Why kiss first...

’It’s okay, it all counts as a kiss.’

Mu Qingyue buried her face further into the bedclothes, then squatted motionlessly by the bed, with only shallow breaths faintly audible.

’Junior Brother...’

"What are you doing?"

Lost in thought, Mu Qingyue suddenly heard a voice filled with surprise and suspicion coming from the bedroom door.

Mu Qingyue’s body stiffened. Then she slowly stood up. Aside from her slightly flushed cheeks, everything else was in line with the aloof Sword Immortal persona.

She looked towards the doorway at Zhu Nanzhi, feeling kind of caught in the act... oops!

It was obviously her who was first; this Holy Daughter of the Qingmiao Palace was the intruder.

"Why are you here?" Mu Qingyue asked calmly.

Zhu Nanzhi looked at the flushed, blindfolded Sword Immortal, the wonder in her eyes unabated.

Originally she planned to go directly to Qingyi Palace for a bath, but then she remembered that the sheets hadn’t been changed yet, so she turned around to change the sheets at her husband’s Fuyao Inn first.

That way, she could bathe and then comfortably lay down and warm the bed for her husband.

Yet upon arriving, she saw the bedroom was already lit by candlelight. She thought it was her husband returning, planning to give him a surprise.

But instead of seeing her husband, she saw Senior Mu burying her face in the unwashed bedclothes, doing who knows what.

What was she doing?

Smelling the sheets?

Why would anyone sniff the sheets they laid on without bathing last night?

Besides, Mu Qingyue wasn’t that kind of person...

Oh~

Zhu Nanzhi’s eyes lit up: "I know!"

Mu Qingyue clenched her hands, instinctively speaking: "I didn’t..."

"You were crying, weren’t you?" Zhu Nanzhi looked at Mu Qingyue triumphantly: "Although this isn’t Cuiqing Inn, it’s still the bedroom of my husband, witnessing the lingering echoes of us...

So you looked at the bedclothes and thought ’it should have been me and Junior Brother,’ causing you to crouch and cry at the bedside, hehe~ Am I right?"

"..."

Mu Qingyue’s slightly parted lips moved, feeling as though her brain couldn’t keep up with Zhu Nanzhi’s train of thought.

She was clearly just madly inhaling Junior Brother’s scent...

If she wanted to cry, she would have done it last night outside the window of Cuiqing Inn, not waited until now?

Mu Qingyue’s chest rose and fell a few times, turning her head and pursing her lips without speaking.

Seeing her reaction, Zhu Nanzhi’s eyes laughed even more: "Looks like I guessed correctly?"

Mu Qingyue turned back to ’look’ at Zhu Nanzhi: "Wrong guess."

"Is that so~" Zhu Nanzhi nodded, pretending to accept her reason and approached the bed: "Let me change the sheets first."

With that, she deftly replaced the items on the bed.

Having done this many times in the Nanzhuo Domain, such a small task was second nature to her.

"Where are the new ones?"

After folding the old ones and placing them on a stool, Zhu Nanzhi washed her hands with spiritual power and asked.

Mu Qingyue watched her, pointing at the wardrobe: "The drawer in the lower level of the wardrobe."

"Thanks~" Zhu Nanzhi came to the wardrobe, frowning slightly as soon as she opened it.

The fragrance emanating from the wardrobe was very similar to Senior Pei’s.

Just like the wardrobe in the countryside house bedroom in Nanzhuo Domain... But that wardrobe carried her own fragrance.

Of course, it wasn’t deliberately hiding in a wardrobe to infuse with fragrance, but the scent from washed clothes.

As she took the sheets, Zhu Nanzhi asked: "Could it be Senior Pei is washing my husband’s clothes?"

Mu Qingyue said nothing, having occasionally seen ’mother’ wash Junior Brother’s clothes when she emerged, though never bedclothes.

"Qiu Ye, most likely."

Mu Qingyue fell silent after speaking, watching the bed sheets gradually spread over the mattress.

She had previously thought about smelling Junior Brother’s bedclothes but feared it would alarm him. Moreover, she had more pressing matters, so she hadn’t acted upon it.

"How about you?" Zhu Nanzhi curiously asked: "I heard from Master that Mu Jianxian of the Wandao Sect is a cultivation fanatic, frequently in seclusion, is that true?"

"Mm."

Zhu Nanzhi turned to glance at Mu Qingyue: "I also heard you rarely participate in the martial arts meetings of younger generations?"

"Mm." Mu Qingyue sat on the empty stool, taking over the bed items that were changed: "Junior Brother needs to be first."