Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1001 - Six Hundred and Nineteen: Reunion

Chapter 1001: Chapter Six Hundred and Nineteen: Reunion

"....."

The crude oil lamp on the desk flickered in the wind, casting the intertwined shadows of two figures onto the wall.

There was no denying it—Li Junwu’s legs were indeed very long.

After being forced into a split, the view from above was downright visually striking.

Of course, the main reason had to be that Li Junwu was currently only wearing a pair of elaborate, Western Region-style short pants, leaving the skin of his legs completely exposed to the air.

Wait, hold on.

Why, knowing full well he’d be visiting tonight, was this "good bro" of his only wearing short pants?

Seriously showing off his legs, huh? Truly living up to being his "good bro"!

Reliable!

As the thought flashed through his mind, Xu Yuan suddenly noticed that Li Junwu’s hand holding the sword had already slackened.

It seemed the misunderstanding had been resolved.

"Let go..."

Just as Xu Yuan was about to say something, Li Junwu’s murmuring voice reached his ears.

Raising an eyebrow with a faint smile, Xu Yuan teased the girl who was now within arm’s reach:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... finally recognize me?"

"With this disheveled look of yours, who would recognize you?"

Li Junwu averted her gaze, not looking at him, her voice tinged with a trace of annoyance.

Xu Yuan glanced instinctively in her direction.

The room was dim. The light from the oil lamp barely illuminated the space, its weak glow blocked by her cascading hair, obscuring her expression.

As Xu Yuan stood there bemused, Li Junwu placed a hand lightly against his chest for support and scolded angrily:

"I told you to let go! This position is uncomfortable..."

"...."

A full split really was uncomfortable; even dancers in his previous life struggled with it.

For a brief moment, Xu Yuan was speechless, yet he didn’t immediately let go.

Letting go in this position would make his dear "bro" have a painfully intimate encounter with the wooden floor.

Instead, he hooked one hand around her petite leg and gradually moved forward as Li Junwu’s lowered form was pulled upright from the split position.

However, her long, jade-like leg still rested in Xu Yuan’s palm, the point of contact sliding from her ankle along the calf to the back of her knee.

The warm, smooth sensation at the back of her knee transmitted through his hand, and Xu Yuan, noting the indignant dissatisfaction on Li Junwu’s delicate features so close to him, suddenly realized that the pose was perhaps a tad too suggestive.

The flickering candlelight filled the silence for a moment.

"Hey, something from you is poking my stomach."

"..." Xu Yuan.

...

...

...

Moonlight trickled through the sliver of the window frame, carrying with it the cool night breeze.

Following the brief commotion, the door closed, and the room returned to stillness.

In the wavering firelight,

Li Junwu sat by the bedside, her slender, striking eyes scrutinizing the familiar-faced yet unfamiliar man staring back at her from not far away.

The narrow wooden bed was already crowded with two women and one dog, leaving Xu Yuan with no intention of joining them on the bed.

He pulled out a wooden stool, poured himself a cup of tea from the kettle on the table, and drained it in one gulp.

The lowest-grade buckwheat tea, but it still carried a faint aftertaste of sweetness.

Feeling the prickling sensation of her gaze on his back, Xu Yuan suddenly sighed, showing no embarrassment whatsoever. He turned back with a wry comment:

"I’m telling you, that was just a normal physiological reaction."

Li Junwu arched her eyebrow, her long, pale legs swinging lightly, her lips curling with a faint, teasing smile:

"So, you’re harboring improper thoughts toward your friend, huh? Tsk, tsk..."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan retorted with feigned annoyance:

"Improper thoughts? Why don’t you take a look at how much fabric you’re wearing right now—enough to make a handkerchief, maybe?"

"....."

Li Junwu glanced down at her own attire, noting the faint hint of cleavage showing between her chest wrap.

She looked up abruptly, only to find Xu Changtian staring right there.

Her pretty almond-shaped eyes curved slightly as she shrugged nonchalantly and said:

"What’s so strange? This is just normal Western Desert clothing."

"......"

Xu Yuan took a serious, almost formal moment to inspect his "bro’s" current outfit for the night.

Yes, it was definitely in a Western Region style.

A design with a touch of modern aesthetic barely covering her chest and curvy hips. Her flat stomach and long legs were left exposed, accentuating her alluring silhouette.

But still...

"You sure this is considered normal attire? If I’m not mistaken, aren’t those Western Region undergarments—a camisole and shorts?"

"Mm-hmm."

Li Junwu neither denied nor covered herself.

Relaxed and unabashed, she leaned back slightly, propping herself on the wooden bed with her arms while crossing her legs:

"Well, considering the Western Desert’s formal wear isn’t that much more fabric than underwear, it’s all the same."

As she spoke, she tilted her head, lazily toying with a strand of hair with her slender fingers:

"Besides, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in a camisole before."

"...."

Xu Yuan sighed lightly, dragging the stool closer to the bed to sit down, unwilling to engage with his "good bro’s" nonsense any longer:

"Let’s cut the chatter and focus on the real issue."

As he spoke,

Xu Yuan shifted his gaze toward the other woman—or to be precise, the three-dimensional manifestation of what had once been his idealized, paper-thin waifu.

Jia Yi.

And yet, this "waist-fairy" wasn’t flaunting her waist tonight.

A thin blanket wrapped her figure tightly—underneath, it seemed, she was dressed similarly to Li Junwu, in just undergarments.

For a fleeting moment, their eyes met.

Within the Great Desert Goddess Jia Yi’s gemlike, emerald green pupils, Xu Yuan caught a visible trace of disdain.

This woman seemed to harbor hostility toward him.

As he puzzled over where this animosity stemmed from, a sudden voice transmitted directly into his ears.

A slightly awkward tone of Dayan dialect came from the Great Desert Goddess Jia Yi:

"Li Junwu, why is the ’friend’ you mentioned a man?"

Li Junwu responded with casual indifference:

"Huh? Did I ever say he was a woman?"

Jia Yi’s voice carried a hint of irritation:

"If he’s a man, why didn’t you warn me to get dressed instead of letting me look like a fool?"

"You were the one who overslept. How is that my problem?"

"You... hmph! Never mind! But are you really okay with this man looking at you like that?"

"Hm? Looking at what?"

"What do you think?!"

"Oh, you mean this? My body is my own; I can show it to whoever I want."

"..."

"..."

It’s actually empty underneath?

His gaze flickered toward the thin blanket. Xu Yuan’s expression remained neutral as he continued eavesdropping on the two women’s conversation.

Jia Yi seemed to be thoroughly aggravated. Sitting on the bed for a while without further remarks, her silent demeanor only exuded an increasingly intense hostility toward him.

Suppressing his urge to indulge in their drama, Xu Yuan lifted a hand to point at the somewhat familiar-looking yellow mutt on the bed. In a soft voice directed at Li Junwu, he asked:

"This dog... is it a Qilin Wolf?"

"....."

Li Junwu’s expression shifted subtly with doubt. Slowly turning her head, her gaze fell upon the earthy, mongrel-looking dog lying in the corner of the wooden bed. Her eyes instantly turned cold.

Moments earlier, her attention had been focused entirely on "that guy," and she hadn’t even noticed when this damned dog had slipped onto the bed.

Hesitating for just a moment, Li Junwu’s heartbeat quickened slightly as she climbed onto the bed. Moving on her hands and knees, she assumed a crouching position, inching toward the pretending-to-be-dead mutt.

The undulating motion of her hips made for a rather mesmerizing sight.

Xu Yuan’s heart skipped a beat, but any generous views granted by his "bro’s" actions were quickly blocked by the other woman on the bed.

An anxious mental message simultaneously echoed within both Xu Yuan’s and Li Junwu’s minds:

"C-can’t you be a little more mindful? There’s still a man in the room!"

"...."

Hearing that telepathic remark, Li Junwu froze momentarily, clenching her teeth and gripping the bed sheets tightly.

The yellow mutt looked up pitifully at the fierce woman before it, wagging its tail like a fan in an attempt to curry favor. It tried to retreat but was promptly grabbed by the scruff of its neck.

"Awoo..."

Letting out a pitiful whine, the mutt was hoisted by the scruff while Li Junwu knelt on the bed, turning her head slightly to answer in a tight, deliberate tone:

"This dog is indeed a Qilin Wolf, but it’s only an external avatar of the real one. The true Qilin Wolf is still outside the city."