Translated by Serena Love

Chapter 29: Retreat

During the day, Lin Xiaocha would put her bedding away, so Han Yu put her directly on the bed where he slept.

She was wearing the clothes left by the house's original owner. She said she washed them repeatedly and dried them for a long time.

But for her, the clothes were obviously too big. When she lay down, her collars drooped down on both sides, revealing not only her slender and snow-white neck but also her delicate collarbone.

A corner of her belly was also exposed.

He frowned slightly, and with his slender fingers, he pulled her skirt a little upwards.

She was panting hard, her slightly raised chest rising and falling, and her breath was hot.

He put his hand on her forehead. His hand condensed a thin layer of ice to cool down her hot forehead.

Soon, he stretched out his hand, helped her sit up, and a teacup flew into his hand. Then he fed her tea using his other hand.

Lin Xiaocha slowly opened her eyes, only to find that the man's eyes were unusually cold.

There was a twitch in her heart, but her expression remained unchanged. She looked at him in a daze.

She softly said, "Xianjun."

The other party did not answer. His eyes were extremely cold, just like when they woke up in the burial ground that day. The oppressing pressure made her breathless.

Something was wrong.

Lin Xiaocha, who was good at observing people's words and expressions, instantly felt strange.

She felt a little flustered but tried to calm herself down.

Who knows where she was showing her plan. Although she couldn't figure it out, she knew that the current situation could only be reversed by taking the initiative.

She wouldn't expect that Han Yu's hearing was extremely sharp. When she left his sight, he would listen to the movement around them, fearing that there would be demons infesting the area.

But last night, she made a faint hissing sound in the bath, which made him quite puzzled.

After a while, he realized that there was a sound of cold water being poured on her body.

He didn't know why at the time, but now he somewhat understood.

In order to sed*ce him, she did such cruel hands on herself. She was already like this at such a young age. What an amazing effort.

If he did not have a great hearing, he would really be deceived by her.

Lin Xiaocha pushed the teacup in Han Yu's hand away with her small hands.

As if she did not see the chill in Han Yu's eyes, she bit her lip, "Xianjun, don't be so kind to me."

Han Yu looked at her faintly. His handsome face was like a thin layer of ice.

He asked coldly, "Why?"

Lin Xiaocha lowered her head and shook it, biting her lip and refused to answer.

The color of Han Yu's eyes became lighter, and he said coldly, "Speak."

He has always felt that she was pure and innocent, so he indulged her again and again.

He didn't want her to be a scheming woman like this!

Lin Xiaocha's shoulders trembled lightly, tears rolling in her eyes.

Her face was red and white.

She took a deep breath, then forced her tears back.

She knew that Han Yu was already suspicious of her, so instead of sitting still and waiting to die, she would take the initiative to attack.

She could not let him feel that she was a dishonest person who would hurt her own body to seduce him.

"The better Xianjun treats me, the more I like Xianjun."

Han Yu thought she would quibble, but when she was so bluntly showing her heart, he paused.

When he heard that she liked him, his heartstrings trembled.

He thought it was the first time in his life he met such a straightforward woman.

At this time, her eyes and nose were red. She was desperately holding back the tears in her eyes to prevent them from pouring out.

Lin Xiaocha hugged the quilt tightly in front of her body, shaking gently all over.

"Thinking that Xianjun will leave after your injury is healed, I am very sad...I, I don't want you to go. "

She whimpered, and her tears were falling.

"Yesterday, I had a dream while taking a nap. I dreamed that Xianjun said that you wanted to join hands with me until we are both white-headed and be inseparable in life and death. I was very happy at that time."

"After waking up, I knew that I was in love with Xianjun. After that, as long as I saw Xianjun, I... I would think of, of, us, the first time we slept together."

At this point, she covered her face.

This time, Han Yu's eyebrows twitched.

He remembered her appearance when she stood at the altar in the burial ground, wearing a moon-white undergarment. He remembered when he opened his eyes that morning, and he saw her sleeping naked next to him. He remembered her clothes slipping off with only two strands of hair covering her front...

"But I'm just a small refugee, and I dare to think about someone from Tianyu Mountain. Isn't this wishful thinking?"

As she was speaking, her whole body trembled terribly.

"So I especially poured cold water to wake myself up, so I don't have to daydream...uuuuuu."

She buried her face in the quilt in front of her.

Han Yu's fingers moved slightly. Did she take a bath with cold water last night because of this?

"I was wrong. I shouldn't admire Xianjun. It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

She cried more and more sadly as if she had committed an unforgivable sin.

At this time, the coldness in Han Yu's eyes had receded, but he was silent.

"Xianjun, will you blame me?"

"Why should I blame you?" Han Yu's voice was no longer so icy, but it was still cold.

"Blame me that I like you." Lin Xiaocha carefully looked into his eyes, seemed like she did something wrong.

Han Yu stood up, turned, and left her bedside.

"Seven emotions and six desires are human nature."

The way he said that as if he had escaped from his emotions and desires, nothing could disturb him.

Little did she know that his slender fingers inside his wide sleeves moved.

Lin Xiaocha prepared to finish her performance of a young girl's first love in one strike.

She said loudly, "Then can you like me?"

As soon as she uttered her words, Han Yu's heartstrings seemed to be fiddled. His hand that was about to touch the teapot was tightly pressed against the hot teapot.

He slowly turned his eyes to the woman on the bed.

She squeezed the bedding tightly, and her joints turned white.

Her face was red with burning with fever, but her eyes were firm, and her lower lip was bitten so hard as if it would bleed.

It's hard to imagine that such a timid little girl who could break in one move could actually say such bold words.

The whole room suddenly so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

It was gloomy outside the window. Black clouds pressed against the top as if it was ready to destroy a city.

A gust of wind blew open the door. Lin Xiaocha's jar of wildflowers was blown away, and it was broken as it touched the ground.

However, the sound of jar breaking was concealed by a thunderstorm, and then a heavy rain poured down.

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Han Yu did not answer Lin Xiaocha's question but turned away and walked towards the chaotic wind and rain outside the door.

The wild wind blew his white robe wildly and also blew his ink-like black hair.

He walked out of the room and saw thunder burst through the air.

*

The night was bright.

On his back, the wind and rain made him seemed more lonely and away from people for thousands of miles away.

The pouring rain couldn't get close to him at all.

In fact, his injury has almost healed.

Long ago, he could have sent her back with his frost sword or by opening a teleportation gate.

But maybe the time here was too leisurely and peaceful, made him addicted, and he forgot his mission for a while.

It was superfluous for her to have a crush on him.

Lin Xiaocha should only have a puppy love to him.

That's it.

He did not return to his room that night.

*

That night, the wind and rain concealed the footsteps of a beast.

After the wind and rain were gone, it was dawn. The sky was clear, like it was washed.

Seeing that the door was wide open, he hesitated whether to go in and see if her fever had subsided.

Suddenly he realized that he could not hear any sound inside, including breathing.

His always steady heartbeat began to accelerate.

He walked quickly into the room.

But the petite figure was not there.

The sharp claw of a demon tore the bedding.

There was a pool of bright red blod remaining on the ground, and there was a fragment of an earthen jar in the blood with blody fingerprints on it. It was small and slender, and it looked like hers.

At that moment, his brain was blank, and his fingers were paralyzed when he touched her blo*dstains.

The wind had blown the fragments of fallen jar on the ground

He remembered that lately, she would pick different wildflowers and put them in a jar every other day.

She smiled and said, "The house is someone else's, but the life is ours."

"Xianjun, does this flower look good?"

This abandoned house has become lively because of her.

He unknowingly picked up a fragment on the bed.

But he didn't expect it to be so sharp.

In an instant, the sharp fragments cut his finger.

It was a trivial matter, but he found that the wound healed at speed visible to the naked eye.

He frowned and suddenly remembered that his life should have ended when he was in the burial ground, but his wound had miraculously recovered.

He remembered the two new injuries on her palm that night when she was drunk. He helped her to put on some medicine.

Can her blood save people?

In that sacrificial place in the burial ground, she saved him with her own blood?

She warmed him up all night on her own initiative, which was unnecessary for him, as he was not affected by the cold.

So he never thought that she saved him.

But he didn't expect that she was really his savior.

Then why didn't she say it?

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His brain was blank.

The temperature in his body rose rapidly, counteracting the coldness from his body.

Then the coldness suppressed the scorching heat in his body.

It was like ice and fire fighting within him.

The pair of glazed eyes glowed with fire.

A blue light flashed in his hand. He held his Frost Sword and ran out of the house.

"Xiaocha!"

He called her name for the first time.

The voice was like a broken glacier but with a trace of hoarseness, echoing in the boundless loneliness.

At this moment, the pale Lin Xiaocha in the distance slightly raised the corners of her lips.

A meaningful smile appeared on her beautiful face.

The biggest trick between men and women is a retreat.

What is better in this world than something was lost and then recovered?

This time, she had to say goodbye until the day she could stand up by herself.

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