Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1002 - 620: Her, Her, and His Relationship

Chapter 1002: Chapter 620: Her, Her, and His Relationship

Jia Yi knelt by the bed, wrapped in a thin blanket. At the moment she heard the woman speak behind her, before she could react, the big yellow dog had already shot straight toward the back of her head.

In that instant, Xu Yuan saw a lot of things.

The short legs of the mutt flailing aimlessly in the air.

The Great Desert Goddess Jia Yi, her pupils blank for an instant due to the impact on the back of her head, her whole body tilting toward the wooden planks.

Li Junwu didn’t hold back, and after the dog collided with Jia Yi, it bounced off like a skipped stone and flew toward Xu Yuan.

Just before impact, Xu Yuan lifted a finger slightly, and a gentle force held the mutt aloft in the air.

The sensation of floating seemed to spark a curious excitement in the dog as it panted and wagged its tongue, staring at the unfamiliar man in front of it with inquisitive eyes.

Recalling the Central Plains countryside dog that Tian Ye used to tease in his memories, Xu Yuan looked at the embodiment of the Qilin Wolf with a gradually strange expression.

It really did seem possible.

That enchantress could actually recognize the Qilin Wolf, but this transformation was way too pathetic, wasn’t it?

As he mulled over this,

"Ssss-lurp~"

"....." Xu Yuan.

"Ssss-lurp~ Ssss-lurp~"

"Smack!"

"Yelp..."

After being slapped down to the ground, the big yellow dog yelped in terror, its paws scrambling as it slid across the wooden floor twice before rolling and crawling under the bed, trembling fiercely.

Wiping away the drool with the back of his hand, Xu Yuan internally cursed how the Qilin Wolf’s transformation resembled a dumb husky. At this moment, a dull thump suddenly sounded by the edge of the bed.

Turning his head to look, he saw that Jia Yi, who was kneeling by the side of the bed, had unceremoniously slumped headfirst onto the ground.

Her upper body was sprawled across the wooden planks, her lower body awkwardly perched on the bed’s edge, and the thin blanket wrapped around her was slowly sliding down the curve of her full hips under the pull of gravity.

Huh... It really is hollow inside.

Xu Yuan’s eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation as he stared at the progressively revealed pale curvature of the girl’s rounded hips.

But alas, the blanket didn’t slide far enough to expose anything fully revealing.

At least not from his angle.

Jia Yi gritted her teeth against the aching pain in her forehead, reaching to grab the sliding blanket while pressing against the wooden planks to stand up. But halfway through, she suddenly froze.

She needed one hand to prop herself up and the other to hold the blanket behind her; if she pulled the blanket tighter, her front wouldn’t stay covered.

Jia Yi warily glanced at the man sitting opposite her, only to find him staring at her openly with no intention of averting his gaze.

Her breathing hitched slightly as she bit her lip and snapped angrily:

"Close your eyes!"

"...."

Upon hearing her, Xu Yuan immediately glanced at Li Junwu behind Jia Yi.

He thought the Great Desert Goddess’s words weren’t meant for him—after all, the positioning of the room didn’t align his view toward her.

Li Junwu rolled her eyes at him and strode forward with her long, fair legs to sit by the bed.

Feeling the proximity of the other woman, Jia Yi clutched the blanket tighter, a growing sense of humiliation mingling with faint tremors in her breath.

Li Junwu glanced at the Western Desert girl clumsily sprawled in such an awkward posture against the bed’s edge and let out a light chuckle:

"How many times have I told you not to let that stupid mutt onto the bed?"

Jia Yi’s slender frame trembled slightly as she gripped the blanket tighter to avoid exposing herself, her voice wavering in its indignation:

"You... You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Just... just to humiliate me like this?"

"....."

Li Junwu remained silent and placed the blanket around Jia Yi’s body, gently lifting her upright to sit beside her.

Jia Yi averted her gaze, her expression cold as her long lashes trembled faintly in the flickering candlelight.

Li Junwu sighed softly, her expression softening as she tenderly stroked Jia Yi’s trembling back.

The small room fell into a brief silence.

Moonlight streamed through the partially open window lattice, casting a cold beam of light onto the floor.

Watching his dear bro’s smooth handling of the situation, Xu Yuan discretely gave her a mental thumbs-up.

Using him as a tool to discipline the Great Desert Goddess—truly resourceful.

If he had doubts earlier, he could now be certain.

This former "paper waifu"—Jia Yi—definitely had something going on with his dear bro.

As he thought this, Xu Yuan observed Li Junwu’s curvy figure with a hint of vigilance.

This dear bro of his was surprisingly endowed—and not just in physical assets, apparently.

Although times of hardship revealed true affection, Jia Yi, the staunchly straight character in "Cangyuan Chronicles," had inexplicably been bent over these few months.

He’d need to watch out for this woman in the future; wouldn’t want his dear bro to snatch his "home" away.

As these thoughts crossed his mind,

Li Junwu and Jia Yi, seated by the bed, ceased their private telepathic conversation. She looked up at Xu Yuan, her tone playful:

"Had enough of a look? If you’re done, would you mind turning around? Jia Yi wants to get dressed."

Xu Yuan chuckled lightly, tapping his finger near his eye:

"Is it really necessary to go through all these steps? If I wanted to, both of you are naked in my sight already."

Li Junwu shrugged indifferently:

"I don’t mind personally, but Jia Yi doesn’t want you looking."

"Oh?"

Xu Yuan glanced at the cold-faced Great Desert Goddess and feigned curiosity: "A Tartar Chao woman acting so modest? I thought your people practiced the flow-wife custom?"

The Tartar Chao might have formed a nation, but their customs were primitive—sometimes a beauty in their ruling family could be passed down through three or four generations.

Jia Yi’s heart tightened slightly at his words, and she stole a glance at the face of the woman beside her before replying:

"Vulgar Yan man, I am a Goddess. I must maintain my virgin state."

"Is that so...?"

Xu Yuan murmured in interest, casting a glance at Li Junwu and then showing her a knowing thumbs-up, a suggestive expression on his face.

Seeing this gesture, Jia Yi lowered her head, the tips of her ears faintly reddening.

Yet unexpectedly, Li Junwu didn’t respond as usual, but instead a trace of sadness flashed across her face as she turned her gaze away.

Xu Yuan awkwardly stared at her refined profile for a few seconds, sighing lightly before waving his hand dismissively:

"Alright, alright—I’ll turn around. I promise not to use my Will-spirit to peek at your Goddess’s body."

"....."

At his words, Li Junwu instinctively turned to glance at the man who had already turned his back, her fingertips gently pressing into the skin of her palm.

...

...

...

Half an incense stick’s time later.

Jia Yi slowly drew open the tightly shut bed curtains.

Golden silk skirts and thin robes hugged her slender frame, her graceful curves cinched tightly by fine bands.

Jia Yi glanced at the man standing by the window.

He had his back to them, gazing up at the starry night sky outside.

It seemed he was sticking to his promise not to snoop.

Thinking this, Jia Yi’s attention shifted to the long-legged woman sipping buckwheat tea at the desk; she noticed the woman had only draped a semi-sheer silk robe over herself and softly chided:

"You... aren’t properly dressed?"

Li Junwu didn’t turn her head but replied in an impassive tone:

"You sure talk a lot."

Jia Yi huffed lightly and sat down beside her, speaking in a low voice:

"Even if he knows you like to polish mirrors, he’s still a man."

Hearing this, Li Junwu slowly turned her head:

"And what about it?"

As she spoke,

Li Junwu set down her porcelain cup, her long eyes flicking toward the man who was slowly turning around. Her slender hand softly touched her smooth abdomen, her fingertip lightly tracing as her lips pursed, voice transmitted in a faint whisper:

"My old man only has me as his sole offspring. Someday I’ll need to marry and bear children. If my body is to benefit someone, better it’s him."

"...." Xu Yuan’s motion to turn froze, his face involuntarily twitching.

"...." Li Junwu.

Oh no.

He overheard something he wasn’t supposed to, and now the awkwardness couldn’t be contained.

For a moment, their gazes met.

Xu Yuan stepped forward casually as though nothing had happened, ready to steer the conversation, but this time Li Junwu’s hesitant voice reached him first:

"You... can hear telepathic transmissions?"