School Beauty's Personal Martial Expert
Chapter 72: You have such a fiery temper

Chapter 72: You have such a fiery temper

Ling Xuejiu glared fiercely at Li Mengjie and said, "Xiao Jie, with an extra person tonight, you shouldn’t sleep here." That meant Xiao Yun would share her bed.

Li Mengjie could hardly believe the kindness and said, "Xue Jiu, are you trying to kick me out?"

Xiao Yun hurriedly said, "No, Sister Xue, I, I can sleep on the couch. Miss Xiao Jie, you can sleep with the miss."

Leng Xuan said, "I’ll sleep on the couch. Xiao Yun, you go sleep in my room."

Ling Xuejiu gave Leng Xuan a look and said impatiently, "What ’your room’? That room was originally Xiao Yun’s."

Seeing Ling Xuejiu caring about Xiao Yun and being spoken to like this, Leng Xuan not only did not get angry but instead thought Ling Xuejiu suddenly looked a lot prettier. His gaze lingered with an added touch of wonder, as if he were a scientist who had just discovered a new continent.

Under Leng Xuan’s gaze, Ling Xuejiu blushed without reason and huffed, "Xiao Yun, you haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Just heat up those dishes and eat. I’m going upstairs!"

"I’m coming too!" Li Mengjie certainly didn’t want to be the third wheel between Leng Xuan and Xiao Yun. She gave them a suggestive look and quickly followed upstairs.

After the two girls closed the door behind them, Li Mengjie’s voice came through, "Xue Jiu, your Cold Bodyguard is really something, huh? How did he manage to open the door just now? And, are he and Grandpa Ling really just in an employer-employee relationship? I feel like Grandpa Ling is a little too good to him."

"You’re asking me? Who do I ask?"

"Hehe, if you don’t know, you just don’t know, no need to get all fiery. Ai, right, Xue Jiu, how did Leng Xuan end up together with Xiao Yun? They’ve only known each other for a day, right?"

"Dead girl, how should I know? Why don’t you ask them yourself."

"Yo yo yo, did you eat gunpowder or knock over a vinegar jar, why so hot-tempered?"

"You’re the one who knocked over a vinegar jar. Just listen to the tone of your voice, all sour, definitely have your eyes on that bumpkin."

"Hee hee, so what if I have, what if I haven’t?" Said Li Mengjie, her cheeks flushing as she lay on bed, suddenly recalling something and said, "But Xue Jiu, did you notice today? That Cold Bodyguard of yours really has a great body, I’ve never seen a man’s physique that attractive."

"You’re in heat!" Ling Xuejiu too recalled that moment, her face inexplicably reddening.

"What are you talking about, Xue Jiu, don’t talk nonsense..."

"I’m not talking nonsense. I think you’re just like that." As she spoke, Ling Xuejiu started to tickle Li Mengjie.

Li Mengjie, who was ticklish, laughed out loud, "Xue Jiu, good Xue Jiu, stop it, I’m ticklish, you... hehe." Then she also fought back, and the two women made quite a commotion on the bed, bursting into loud laughter now and then, sometimes heard saying, "Your chest isn’t as big as mine," "Your calves aren’t as slim as mine," "Your hands don’t feel as good as mine," and such—utter chaos but full of allure.

Downstairs, Leng Xuan and Xiao Yun looked at each other. The latter’s face blushed slightly and said, "Leng Xuan, you haven’t eaten yet, right? I’ll go heat up the dishes. You go take a shower first, and it will be ready when you come out."

Leng Xuan hummed an acknowledgment, not saying much. By the time Xiao Yun had served the reheated dishes, he had also finished showering and came out dressed in a school uniform that looked somewhat like a formal suit. Seeing him, Xiao Yun was struck dumb...