Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 840 - 526 Ye_2

Chapter 840: Chapter 526 Ye_2

Ran Qingmo’s serene eyes looked somewhat annoyed at Xu Yuan in front of her, a small hand grabbing his wrist that was wandering over her body.

She tried to control her strength, not using too much force, yet a faint cracking sound still emerged from Xu Yuan’s wrist.

As if it were about to break.

The delayed sensation due to drunkenness didn’t bring immediate pain, but the interruption of his movements made Xu Yuan subconsciously lift his eyes to look at the young girl in his arms.

Her black eyes were still clear, but at that moment they carried a hint of barely perceptible annoyance.

After returning to the Sword Sect, her master’s wife had told her a lot about matters between men and women, as well as the tricks men use to deceive women into giving up their bodies.

All these things, Ran Qingmo had earnestly memorized.

Even while annoyed, Ran Qingmo’s voice remained as clear and cool as ice:

"Xu Yuan... you’re not cold, are you?"

"...."

Her chilly voice broke the silence in the room, and the drunken haze in Xu Yuan’s eyes gradually dissipated.

He looked at Ran Qingmo, and she looked back at him.

After a short silence, Xu Yuan gently nodded to the girl in his embrace:

"Uh-huh."

"Then you’re not drunk?"

"I... might be a bit drunk, but I’m still conscious."

"Oh..."

Ran Qingmo responded, her face serious as she asked: "Then why are you pretending?"

Her words fell into silence, the cold wind howling outside, and the falling snow brought chilliness to the world, while only warmth remained on the bed.

The two were very close, she looking at him, waiting for his answer.

Xu Yuan’s slender eyes drooped slightly, and he softly said:

"I... just missed you, and if I didn’t pretend to be drunk, I feared you would leave straight away."

His soothing words fell slowly, the only light in the chamber came from the twinkling of the incense burner’s embers, and unconsciously, the strength with which she gripped his wrist eased.

Ran Qingmo did not look away, and after a serious thought, she said:

"I won’t leave, then..."

"Really?" Xu Yuan asked with a smile on his lips.

Ran Qingmo lightly nodded her head, her beautiful, slender eyes still showing seriousness as she earnestly said:

"But you can’t touch me anymore."

"Why?"

"I have a strange feeling inside."

"....."

His frank words stunned Xu Yuan for a moment, but then a slow, warm smile spread across his heart as he pondered:

"Can I... just hold you?"

"Hold me..."

Ran Qingmo blinked her beautiful eyes, as if weighing the idea, and after a while, she softly spoke: "You can only hold me..."

"Uh-huh, I’m sleepy now."

"Alright..."

There was a rustle as Ran Qingmo turned over in bed, turning her back to Xu Yuan, and silently pulled his hand to her waist, then softly added:

"You can only hold me like this, Xu Yuan."

"Uh-huh, okay."

Then silence fell.

The snowy night passed by, accompanied by the warmth inside the room, and just as Xu Yuan was about to fall asleep due to the drunkenness, a whisper from the ice block in his arms interrupted his sleepiness:

"Xu Yuan, are you asleep?"

"Uh... no, what’s up?" Xu Yuan replied softly.

Ran Qingmo gently placed her hand on his wrist and asked quietly:

"That, does this still hurt?"

The ice block’s hand was as cold as ever, the chill on the wrist making Xu Yuan pause slightly.

Drunkenness slowed all sensations, even for a cultivator.

After a moment of thought, he finally realized the source of the "crackling" sound he had heard earlier, and with a slight smile, he said:

"I’m quite drunk now, I don’t feel it. I will probably know tomorrow."

Ran Qingmo asked softly:

"Oh... should I apply some medicine?"

"Medicine?"

"Yeah."

Ran Qingmo’s voice was cold but earnest: "I... learnt a lot of things from my master’s wife when I went back to the Sword Sect. If you fall ill again, I probably won’t let you get cold."

Momentarily at a loss for words, Xu Yuan spoke quietly:

"I have cultivation now."

"So I don’t need it anymore?"

"Uh... Not that I don’t need it, it’s always good to learn more. But my wrist probably doesn’t need it."

Xu Yuan was saying this softly, when he subconsciously reached out his other hand to touch the ice block’s head, but the moment he started the motion, he heard a pained murmur:

"Umm..."

"What’s wrong?" Xu Yuan stopped moving and asked softly.

"You’re on my hair."

"....."

The familiar yet unfamiliar words made Xu Yuan fall silent for a moment, almost forgetting how long it had been since he last heard that sentence.

With familiar ease, he withdrew his hand, gently brushed over her smooth, long black hair, and Xu Yuan murmured an apology:

"Sorry."

"It’s okay," Ran Qingmo responded.

"Heh..."

Xu Yuan chuckled softly as if he remembered something, then half-jokingly asked:

"Ran Qingmo, do you know how children are born?"

"I know."

"Hm? You really know?" Xu Yuan was somewhat skeptical.

"I know!" Ran Qingmo’s voice carried a hint of wariness before she replied in a lower tone, "The mistress once gave me a booklet."

"Ah?" Xu Yuan was momentarily stunned.

Ran Qingmo explained matter-of-factly:

"It’s about the same as the Dual Cultivation Technique we acquired in the Qionghua Secret Realm."

Okay, looks like I can’t fool her.

Thinking this, Xu Yuan silently sighed to himself:

"Alright then, let’s go back to sleep."

"Mm, you sleep, I won’t leave."

"..."

"..."

"..."

That night, Xu Yuan dreamt.

Based on past experiences, sharing a bed with the Big Ice Lump and the drunkenness should have led him to dream sweet dreams about her, but after falling asleep, he directly entered a snow-white space instead.

In that space, he saw a flawless sword and also saw that uncle.

This was a lucid dream.

By the time Xu Yuan regained consciousness, that uncle had already swung the sword at him.

Adhering to the principle that he shouldn’t be bullied even in his own dreams, Xu Yuan prepared to beat up the uncle to vent his frustration.

But as it turned out, he was still bullied in the dream.

Fortunately, there was no pain sensation.

This was quite comfortable.

Beheading, bisecting at the waist, vertical slashing—over and over the sword techniques clashed, dissipating and then reforming.

This slightly lengthy process immersed Xu Yuan deeply, but after another clash of blades, the flawless sword in the snow-white space suddenly moved.

It formed a phantom.

And then,

This phantom inexplicably started fighting with Feng Jiuxuan.

Although it was a dream, everything felt extremely real.

Since it was within a dream, Xu Yuan could clearly see every detail of the two figures’ exchange.

Sword techniques as graceful as a startled swan, as supple as a swimming dragon, continuously unfolded between the interweaving figures...

Sword skills unparalleled, sword techniques breathtaking.

Very beautiful, so much so that Xu Yuan completely forgot about his initial desire to dream of the Big Ice Lump, entirely immersed in the pure art of swordsmanship.

Hum—

In the end,

Accompanied by a humming sound, the two figures began to fade, the snow-white space started to shatter, and pieces of white gradually peeled away while warm yellow light shot through those cracks.

"Crack."

Everything returned to silence.

Then,

Xu Yuan groggily opened his eyes, and the influx of a massive amount of information made his consciousness a bit chaotic.

What he saw was the familiar chamber, the winter morning sunlight filtering through the window lattices gently spreading across his eyes, a bit dazzling, but also warm.

"Um..."

After a soft murmur, Xu Yuan suddenly realized there was a soft and warm "object" in his arms.

Glancing down, the scent of fragrant black hair filled his vision.

Memories of the previous night began to resurface in that instant; that uncle’s illusionary sword brew was good liquor, and even if one blacked out, he didn’t have the headache or nausea of a hangover the next day, which immediately made Xu Yuan realize who the "object" in his arms was.

Ran Qingmo was still wearing that dark garment, and his hand was still on her delicate lower abdomen, holding her slender body tightly.

Logically speaking, his movements upon waking should have been enough to wake up Ran Qingmo, a Great Grandmaster, but at the moment she remained motionless in his embrace.

While he was pondering, Xu Yuan suddenly caught sight of the ice block holding a palm-sized Source Crystal.

"..." Xu Yuan thought.

Spending the night with him but not forgetting to cultivate, huh?

Just as he thought this,

The girl in the dark garment in his arms, with her back to him, ceased her cultivation technique, and her tranquil voice softly carried to him:

"You’re awake..."

Xu Yuan replied quietly:

"Yeah."

"...Then, can you let go of me now?"

Speaking, Ran Qingmo’s soft body moved slightly forward, turning her gaze halfway, and said faintly:

"Xu Yuan, the hilt of your sword at your waist has been digging into me all night, making me uncomfortable."