Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1003 - 621: Like

Chapter 1003: Chapter 621: Like

"Yes, I can hear you."

The man by the window responded decisively, his eyes catching faint flickers of gold in the moonlight.

Secret Techniques for transmitting sound vary greatly, and naturally, those for eavesdropping on transmissions have evolved in response. However, such techniques often have significant drawbacks—some require tedious preparations, others risk being discovered, and some only pick up fragmented content.

Xu Yuan... the Secret Technique he used should be of the latter type.

Li Junwu shifted her slender hand from her lower abdomen, picked up the porcelain cup on the desk, and cast a disdainful glance:

"Such perverse interest. How much did you hear?"

"Everything."

Xu Yuan approached the desk, laughing softly:

"Stuff like ’Better me than someone else,’ and so on. Tsk tsk... Who would’ve thought, Li Junwu, you actually want to sleep with me."

"...."

Li Junwu’s heartbeat quickened as her lips curved into a subtle smile. She looked up at Xu Yuan with playful eyes:

"I’ve told you before—why not marry into my Zhenxi Prefecture? So, how about reconsidering now? No need for all that hassle; we cook the rice, and my old man wouldn’t dare to make his only daughter abort a child, right?"

Saying this,

she winked at him and took a sip from the porcelain cup.

The scorching summer night winds in the Great Desert brushed the skin, yet remained cool.

Jia Yi’s elegant brows furrowed slightly, glaring resentfully at her profile, though her peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the porcelain cup in her hand—already empty of tea...

Outside, the night was tranquil, so quiet it felt as if one could hear their own heartbeat.

Xu Yuan raised a hand to scratch his furrowed brow, his lips unknowingly forming a faint smile:

"So, are you dressed like this tonight to deploy a beauty trap?"

As he spoke,

his gaze lingered on the alluring curve nestled between the fabric of her chest ribbon beneath the gauzy attire.

Noticing his eyes fixed on her, Li Junwu paused for a moment, then teasingly extended a finger to hook the fabric in the middle and gently tugged downward, smiling as she asked:

"Of course not—it’s simply comfortable to wear."

"Seriously?" Xu Yuan’s gaze didn’t waver.

"Why would I lie to you?"

"How come I feel..."

"If she truly intended to seduce you, she wouldn’t be wearing just this set of undergarments."

Jia Yi suddenly interrupted Xu Yuan’s words, pulling out a pair of white Damask Silk Stockings from somewhere and tossing them onto the desk. Her crisp voice had a barely discernible tremor:

"Here, we have plenty of these kinds of garments.

"Isn’t that right, Junwu?"

With that,

she stared fixedly at her,

stared at her, recalling her peculiar actions before this man arrived.

A sense of grievance quietly seeped into her heart.

...

...

"Why are you holding onto that pair of silk stockings?"

"Hmm...."

"Li Junwu, I’m talking to you here." She reached out to tug at her.

"Huh... what?"

"I asked, why are you staring at that pair of white silk stockings all this time?"

"Hmm... it’s nothing."

"Do you want me to wear them? You’ve got this sort of preference now?"

"Can you stop being so self-absorbed? I’m just considering... whether I should try outfits like these."

"..."

Upon hearing this, she leaned against the side of the bed, stroking his long, sleek legs, her green eyes twinkling with amusement:

"Hey? You would look fantastic in these."

She instinctively lowered her gaze with a faint smile but fell silent for a moment before softly laughing and shaking her head:

"Actually... let’s forget it; there’s no need."

...

...

After those words,

Li Junwu’s smile disappeared, and her expression turned blank as she sipped on bitter buckwheat tea.

The Great Desert Goddess wore a face like frost.

Seeing the strange tension arise between the two women, Xu Yuan’s lips curled into a spectator’s grin.

The Great Desert Goddess was jealous—a sharp, undeniable jealousy, and all over him.

Not surprising, really; for one-half of a "mirror-polishing" pair to hear her crush expressing the desire to have children with someone else right in front of her—no explosive reaction suggested Jia Yi held considerable restraint.

Yet his dear brother’s earlier words had surprised him.

Before today, Xu Yuan had always assumed Li Junwu’s talk of marrying him into Zhenxi Prefecture was mere banter, though he’d considered the possibility that she might be hiding sincerity under the guise of humor.

Ultimately, though, he dismissed that notion.

Because Li Junwu seemed naturally inclined toward women.

Back in their early teens, barely initiating themselves into the courtesan’s world, both he and her had favored the same sex.

His past life taught Xu Yuan an important lesson:

Trying to turn someone inherently bent straight was a task doomed to failure.

The attempt itself would only bring humiliation.

Today, after hearing Li Junwu explain herself, Xu Yuan finally grasped that his dear brother shoulders the bloodline inheritance responsibilities of Zhenxi Prefecture.

In Dayan, bloodline inheritance was paramount to every great force; Zhenxi Prefecture was no exception.

However...

Xu Yuan sensed he’d overlooked something.

Due to certain ingrained thought patterns from his past life, he’d ignored some critical details.

In the silence,

Xu Yuan abruptly shattered the awkwardness and said:

"Hey, why are you using my cup?"

Li Junwu glanced at the porcelain cup in her hand and snorted dismissively:

"You come into my room, and my cup becomes yours?"

"Once I’ve used it, it’s mine. At least wipe it before you use it."

"So petty."

"Hey..."

Xu Yuan chuckled lightly, sneaking a glance at Jia Yi, and transmitted his voice secretly:

"You’re not planning to placate her?"

Li Junwu sipped her bitter buckwheat tea, transmitting her response:

"Not interested. Go placate her yourself."

Xu Yuan rolled his eyes, his tone amused:

"Come on, she likes you, not me. How am I supposed to comfort her?"

"The tricks she’s using are all learned from you. Comfort her however you would."

"Then if I take her from you, don’t get mad~"

"Whatever."

"Whatever? Talk about heartless."

"Likewise, I don’t reciprocate her feelings anyway."

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Xu Yuan straightened slightly.

The Four Young Masters of the Capital may have scattered now, but they’d banded together from ages eleven or twelve.

In those years, the three guys cycled through crushes every few months, while his dear brother remained steadfast.

She visited courtesans without ever forming attachments—pulling up her skirts, she departed without a second glance.

Reflecting on those memories, curiosity flickered in Xu Yuan’s phoenix-shaped eyes:

"So, you’re saying you’ve found someone you admire? We’ve been around each other all this time, yet you’ve never mentioned any romantic interest. Who is it—some Fairy of a prestigious family?"

"....."

Faced with his inky eyes, Li Junwu suppressed her racing heartbeat, abruptly kicking his shin beneath the desk with her bare leg.

It was a strong kick.

Unprepared for the blow, Xu Yuan winced, grabbing her ankle:

"Li Junwu, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Li Junwu let him hold her foot, raising her chin slightly to reveal a neck pure and smooth like a swan’s:

"Why should I tell you?"

"Then why kick me?"

"Because I like you."

"...."

Xu Yuan’s brow twitched as he stared at her coldly, smirking.

Li Junwu frowned faintly, sensing trouble brewing:

"Xu Changtian, what do you think you’re doing?"

"Take a guess."

With that,

he instinctively bent his finger and activated his Cultivation Technique, his thoughts flashing to an image of a young girl scrubbing clothes on a washboard, then decisively flicking her foot’s ticklish spot.

"Ahhn~"

A soft cry escaped Li Junwu as she hurriedly covered her mouth. The tingling sensation spread upward from her foot, and her snow-white skin broke out in goosebumps as she gripped the table’s edge, scolding:

"You... you... let go of me now!"

Saying this, she kicked toward Xu Yuan across the table again.

Unfortunately,

as someone cultivating Military Formations, she was no match for Xu Yuan, an Integration Body practitioner unparalleled among his rank.

Without so much as glancing, Xu Yuan trapped her leg between his own, preventing her from withdrawing while applying more pressure with his fingertips.

"Mmm.. ahh..."

Li Junwu’s gorgeous, pale face flushed deeply as imprints formed where she clutched the table leg:

"Ah.. ugh... Xu... Xu Yuan, Ha... you... you’ll pay for this...."

"Bang!"

Before her words could finish, a loud noise reverberated.

The table before them was instantly shattered into pieces by a swift slap from the third person in the room.

Jia Yi glanced at Li Junwu’s flushed and delighted face and at Xu Yuan’s hand holding her. Her voice was as frigid as an iceberg:

"Is this enough of a ruckus?"

"...." Xu Yuan.

"...." Li Junwu.

"Woof..." The big yellow dog.

Jia Yi withdrew her gaze and walked toward the window, seating herself by the sill and speaking softly:

"If you’re done, shall we get to the real matter at hand?"