Chapter 2: The Seductive Night Color

  The leisurely solo walk in the morning was disturbed by the injured person, and the evening's companion was taken away by 'childhood friends'. Musi Xue returned to her room alone, took a shower, changed clothes, opened the lock on the balcony door, placed black coffee on the wooden strip table, and curled up her body in the swing chair.

  The moon is slender and curved, the stars are scattered at will.

  The warm spring breeze gently swept over her languid body, bringing a sense of fatigue. Her long eyelashes drooped: Today, that 'watching and writing' guy whispered something softly to her while looking at her, his gaze was so gentle, she had never seen any man being so tender and affectionate.

  She also thought he only had one expression - a poker face. Thinking of this, Musui Xue laughed heartily: Sincere actions? Apologies?

  Ling Shui's pre-sleep habit of smoking had been going on for many years. Standing by the railing, the wisps of smoke curled up and gently shrouded his eyes, while the distant mountains gradually became hazy and remote, blending with the pale blue mist, just like his distant and dreamy memories...

  "Hey, why is your face so red?"

  "Really?"

  "Of course. What exercise doesn't make you flush and sweat?"

  "That's right... You haven't answered my question from just now yet. How was it? Wasn't my practice pretty good?"

  "Can't you encourage me a bit? You've been scolding me for almost an hour, it's really frustrating. I'm working so hard! Are you too stingy to say something encouraging?"

  Ling Shuiyue opened the album on her phone: She smiled so beautifully, it messed up his heart; The snow on that hat was icy and painful to his heart. Longing, once again pushed his thoughts towards the distant pure north.

  Did she forget? Can he forget?

  Ling Shui turned back into the house, but saw someone sleeping on the swing chair beside him. Even if the weather was warmer, sleeping here for a night would still catch a cold.

  The balcony of each floor in this building is connected to each other. Ling Shuiyue walked over, wanting to wake up the sleeping person and bring them back to their room.

  It's her! The woman who stood in the sunlight and bewildered him. Ling Shuiyue couldn't help but get closer: skin as smooth as condensed milk, long and dense eyelashes slightly curled up, seaweed-like hair scattered randomly on his arm and chest, tender and juicy lips...

  Ling Shuiyue let out a low cry, jumping up from her seat: She's not ugly! She's not! She's not! It must be that the sky is too dark, the night is too dark...... She is! With the same fragrance, with the same seaweed-like hair scattered on her chest...... No! She's not! She's not! She's not! Her ugliness is a thousand times more beautiful than she is! A thousand times more lovely! A thousand times more vivid than she is!

  Ryō's body took a step back, he couldn't bear the intense passion he had for a strange woman: Can't go on like this, she'll get sick if she sleeps like that. If she gets sick, she'll have nightmares...... What does she have to do with him, whatever happens to her has nothing to do with him.

  In the end, the enticing fragrance turned retreating footsteps into advancing ones. Ling Shuiyue gently picked up Mu Si Xue from the swing chair and carried her in his arms towards the bedroom.

  What's so dazzling, the snow is sleeping with dim eyes: What's so fluffy, it seems to be half-covered by a shirt...... One button, two buttons, three buttons, on top of a neat collar......

  Slightly protruding Adam's apple, clean and smooth chin, sexy lips, cold and stern lines made those lips flawless. Further up, high and straight nose bridge, so long eyelashes... Where was she? Good heavens, she was in the arms of that 'look-but-don't-touch' guy...... What did he want to do with her? Mu Si Xue instinctively lifted her leg to kick Ling Shui Yao's head.

  Ling Shui did not notice that Mu Si Xue had woken up, he hugged Mu Si Xue and just walked into the room, looking for the direction of the bedroom, who would have thought that Mu Si Xue would kick him in mid-air.

  With a thud, the two fell to the ground. Muxi Xue's cheek finally landed on that 'fluffy' chest.

  "Let me go, you jerk!" Musui Xue slapped Ling Shuiyue's shoulder and chest with force.

  "Who wouldn't let go of whom?" Ling Shuiyue rubbed her forehead, having just been used as a human cushion.

  "You......" Musi Xue saw that the reason she couldn't get up was not because of that "looking at writing" embracing her, but because her hair was caught on his button.

  "It was then that she felt a slight pain in her hair: 'Then hurry up and open it!'"

  "I don't want to waste this chance." Ling Shuiyue indulged in infinite pleasure.

  Mù Sī Xuě followed Líng Shuǐ Yào's gaze down — "Ah" sound, the person fell back into Líng Shuǐ Yào.

  Tonight, she was wearing a silk camisole inside and a morning gown outside. With this fall, the morning gown could only be considered half-hanging on her body, leaving only one camisole all over her body. The angle at which she was just leaning against someone's chest made her snow-white, pink tender twin peaks almost exposed.

  At this moment, Xue could feel her face burning: what to do? She couldn't get up, and just lay there in his arms... my god! She was going crazy.

  What choice did she have but to yield? Under duress, she slowly climbed up a bit, gently lifted her head, and rested her chin on the broad chest: "Excuse me, could you help me untie my hair?"

  What was she doing, her pleading and helpless big eyes staring at him infinitely close, her smooth and jade-like arms lying on his body, that soft and softer... pressing against his abdomen, did she dare to move?

  "Don't move!" Ling Shuiyue growled, scaring Musi Xue into turning her body back around.

  Good heavens! Is she testing his will? Not allowing him to move unless absolutely necessary. This woman...

  Ling Shui stretched out his hand to untangle the hair tied around the buttons on his chest, but he was lying on the floor and couldn't see clearly. The more he tried to untangle it, the more tangled it became: "We need to change positions."

  "What?" Musui Xue raised her head and quickly pressed her face against Ling Shuiyue's chest: "Why?"

  "I'm lying here and can't see anything, it's hard to untie." Ling Shuiyue asked: "Is there a pair of scissors in this room?"

  "What's going on? You want to cut off my hair?"

  At dusk, the warm breath exhaled from Xue's mouth once again stirred up Ling Shuiyao's instincts as a man. He was furious, wondering if this foolish woman was doing it on purpose or was just incredibly stupid: "Don't speak! Don't move! Do exactly as I say!"

  He was practically yelling. Musashi's body tensed up instantly, what was he going to do? The tone of his voice was as if he was going to devour him.

  Ling Shuiyue hugged Muxi's waist: "Hug my waist."

  Kanmu thought of Xue but got no response, so Ling Shuiyue said it again: "Hold onto my waist!"

  Muxi Xue opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but then remembered what Ling Shuiyue had said earlier, so she swallowed her words back. She gently wrapped her arms around Ling Shuiyue's waist.

  She actually 'kissed' his chest? Ling Shuiyue endured: "Hold on tighter."

  Mù sī xuě shùn cóng 'jí' le.

  Translation:

  The snow thought about it and finally agreed.

  Ling Shuiyue slowly sat up, and Musi Xue also sat up with him. Seeing that Musi Xue was sitting steadily, Ling Shuiyue began to unbutton his shirt.