CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 131: DO YOU WANT TO GIVE IT A TRY?

The emphasis on the word ’old’ was so strong, Yun Ran wondered if he might have broken his teeth.

However, she couldn’t spare any concern for his teeth at the moment.

The man’s dark and handsome face, with eyes slightly narrowed exuding a dangerous aura, instinctively made Yun Ran drift ten meters away from him.

"What did you say? I can’t hear you! I need to dry my hair! Don’t bother me!"

The man curled his lips, even his smile carried a hint of danger, "Oh really? Then I’ll come over and talk to you slowly."

"... Is that really necessary?"

Then she saw the man turning his wheelchair towards her.

Yun Ran: "..."

[In the code of the martial world, if you can’t win, flee; if you can’t flee, kneel and call for help! If all else fails, knock your head twice!]

"Master, I was wrong!"

"Master doesn’t accept apologies."

Yun Ran: "..."

This is too much! Does he really expect her to knock her head twice?!

"Master, you’re the youngest! And you’re the most handsome! The most charming!"

"Ha..."

The man’s lips curled into a cold smile, his voice low:

"Master is not as young as Yan Zichu, nor as young as Shen Mu Bai, Master is an old, man."

Yun Ran: "..."

[Listen to the way he’s speaking so sarcastically?]

[Look at the gloomy resentment filling this cave?]

[Who’s he trying to freeze to death?]

"Master, how can you say that about yourself? Although you’re not as young as them, but..."

Before Yun Ran could finish her sentence, a chill almost froze her into an icy fairy...

Shivering, she heard the man’s voice drift over, "See, I am just an old, man."

At this moment, it wasn’t just his tone; Yun Ran felt his very being, his breath, even his hair was exuding a faint aura of resentment and chill.

Yun Ran: "..."

[If this guy were a woman, he’d definitely be the deep-locked-in-the-boudoir type...]

Before she could finish her thought, a belt flew like a spirit snake, instantly wrapping around her slender waist.

The other end of the belt was held in Nangong Mo’s hand.

Without giving Yun Ran a moment to react, the man exerted a force, and the girl’s light figure, like a swallow in flight, instantly fell into his arms.

Yun Ran: "?!"

[When did he manage to steal her belt?!]

[This bastard is too shameless!]

Instinctively, Yun Ran wanted to get off his lap, but the man’s arm was solid as gold, holding her firmly in his embrace.

"Nangong Mo, let go of me, I promise I’ll never call you old again!"

Yun Ran tried to pry his hand away, but he only held her tighter.

"Lin Wanyue, be good, don’t move around."

"..."

Yun Ran was speechless.

This was like being harassed and the scoundrel telling you: Hey, behave, cooperate with me while I take advantage of you, don’t resist!

"Nangong Mo, I need to dry my hair, stop it, I was really wrong! I won’t say it again!"

The man held her with one arm and took a towel with the other, "I’ll help you dry it."

Yun Ran: "..."

"Can I refuse?"

"Or, do you want to do something else with me?"

"..."

Yun Ran decisively chose to let him dry her hair, then weakly asked:

"Can I sit in the chair while you dry?"

"Why? My legs are not as comfortable as a chair?"

Yun Ran: "..."

[What kind of nonsense is this? Who compares their legs to a chair?!]

[Sure enough, you can’t use normal logic to understand a scoundrel!]

Nangong Mo quite quietly and focused on drying her hair, his movements serious and gentle.

The only exception was that Yun Ran was not allowed to leave his lap.

Also, it seemed like it took forever to dry her hair.

Her back was closely pressed against the man’s broad chest, his warm breath in her ear, she was enveloped by his unique aura.

Yun Ran felt a bit like sitting on pins and needles.

"Master, are you not done yet?"

The man only responded with a low ’hm’ and continued to focus on drying her hair.

Yun Ran: "..."

"Master, I feel like my hair is almost dry, why don’t we stop here?"

"No way, if you go out like this and catch a cold, you’ll get a headache."

Yun Ran: "..."

[But sitting like this is torturous!]

[That sensation is like having a temporarily contained beast behind you, one that could erupt at any moment and devour you whole.]

The man behind her raised an eyebrow, his thin lips curving into a wicked smile.

Just to tease you.

This girl, saying he’s old is one thing, but flattering Yan Zichu and Shen Mubai for being young?!

How is he any less than those two?

"Lin Wanyue."

"Ah?"

"Your hair smells lovely."

"Oh, that’s probably because I used..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man’s sexy thin lips slid lightly over her earlobe, murmuring, "Your body smells nice too."

"..."

Yun Ran’s breath hitched, a blush rushing to her cheeks, she hadn’t even had the chance to scold him before he followed up with:

"Not only fragrant, but also very soft."

Yun Ran: "!!!"

[Is this bastard flirting with her?!]

"Nangong Mo, you’re shameless!"

"I suppose this is what the books mean by warm fragrance and soft jade."

The man chuckled softly behind her, and as he spoke, he reached out with a mischievous hand.

Caught off guard, Yun Ran squealed from his pinch, her face turning crimson.

Both embarrassed and angry, she grabbed that mischievous hand to stop its unruly behavior.

But he knew her too well.

In no time, she was reduced to a feathery softness, unable to resist his advances.

Except for scolding him a bit.

"Nangong Beast you don’t keep your word! Weren’t you just going to dry my hair? You..."

Listening to the girl’s quickened, slightly disorganized breaths, the man was in a very good mood as he curled his lips.

"You called me a beast, and yet you expect a beast to keep its word?"

"Lin Wanyue, you really are adorably clueless."

Yun Ran: "..."

[This bastard! Reaping the benefits and playing dumb!]

[How can someone be this irritating?]

"Nangong Mo, do you believe, do you believe I might faint right here?"

"?!"

"..."

Caught off guard by this threat, Nangong Mo was momentarily stunned, a shade of bewilderment passing through his eyes.

Then, he was covered in a cloud of black lines.

This damned girl...

"I dare you."

"Do you want to see if I dare? Do you want to try it?"

Nangong Mo: "..."

...

After a stick of incense, Yun Ran had groomed herself properly and was ready to go to class.

Nangong Mo earnestly reminded her:

"Don’t rush, take your time with embroidery, it doesn’t matter if it’s a bit ugly, I won’t mind, just don’t prick your fingers."

Yun Ran rolled her eyes at him, "Who wants to embroider for you? Don’t be so self-absorbed!"

Since she was three years old, she’d been playing with silver needles. Although they weren’t embroidery needles, a needle is a needle, how could she possibly prick herself?

At most, the embroidered flowers... might grow into something else...

The man squinted his eyes, his tone icy, "If you’re not embroidering for me, then who? Shen Mubai?"

"..."

Yun Ran was utterly speechless at him.

[This guy’s mind is filled with Shen Mubai!]

"Can’t I embroider for Weixi?"

"No, it must only be for me."

"Then I’ll embroider a dog for you."

"Sure."

Yun Ran: "..."

Seriously beaten by him!

...

Yun Ran actually ended up embroidering half a dog.

Because Nangong Mo came to pick her up from class.

Yun Ran looked up as the fiery sunset spread across the sky.

"Master, how about I finish this before class ends?"

Nangong Mo laughed softly, leaning closer to her ear, whispering, "Apparently my beloved consort is so eager."

Lan Yi’s eyes flashed as she quickly approached, bowing gracefully.

"Your Highness, may I offer a sample or measure you for tomorrow’s waist decoration for the princess?"