I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 65

She didn’t speak, but Yan Huirou understood as if their hearts were connected.
There was no such thing as endless rain, only a heart that wanted to keep someone.
Yan Huirou sighed imperceptibly, turned, and closed the window, saying with a pointed meaning, “Sect Master, if this rain continues for a few more days, I’m afraid it will cause a flash flood. You have a way to make it stop, don’t you?”
Jiang Xidai: “The weather is a creation of nature. There is no good way.”
“Really?” Yan Huirou asked. “I was originally planning to go down the mountain to buy some ingredients and make some sticky rice chicken to go with the wine. I guess I’ll just continue to fast tonight.”
“…”
The woman’s expression clearly changed, as if something was stirring within her, but she held it back, her tone becoming bland. “…Just send someone else down to buy them.”
The sound of drizzling rain echoed in the wine cup. Jiang Xidai took another drink, biting the rim of the cup, a faint blush already on her cheeks.
For some reason, lately, whenever she saw Yan Huirou, her mind would be filled with a thousand thoughts, and she would want to drink to suppress them.
She ended up drinking a little too much.
Yan Huirou pressed her lips together. In a place Jiang Xidai couldn’t see, she was still hesitating whether to add: Then I’ll stay, just like before.
I don’t want to go.
I never wanted to go in the first place.
But this sentence seemed to trouble her—the trouble of being so close every day, yet always just a line away.
Yan Huirou wanted to calm down and think, but Jiang Xidai gave her no space for that.
When she was thinking, she had a habit of tidying things up, her hands never idle.
Yan Huirou saw that Jiang Xidai’s small table was cluttered with jewelry, wooden boxes, and some combs that hadn’t been put away, and the bronze mirror was also a bit crooked. She absentmindedly began to tidy up for her.
Jiang Xidai drank cup after cup. At first, she didn’t notice, but when she saw that Yan Huirou was about to open her drawer, she was stunned for a moment, wanting to stop her in her heart.
But—
It was too late.
Yan Huirou pulled open the drawer, which was just a casual action, but she saw a drawer full of tightly packed portraits. Without the pressure of the tabletop, they almost puffed out like cotton.
As if possessed, Yan Huirou slowly unrolled a portrait. It looked quite old, but it had been carefully preserved with spiritual energy and had not faded.
The woman in the painting was reading a book, her posture very natural, as if she would blink in the next moment.
Her face was beautiful and clear. Of course, Yan Huirou recognized her; it was the current Pavilion Lord of Lanyue Pavilion.
“Sect Master Jiang.”
In the dead silence, Yan Huirou looked for a while, then her eyes curved. “Right, I forgot to ask earlier. Do you also have the elegant hobby of painting?”
She turned around, clutching the scroll in her hand.
“…I don’t.”
Seeing that she had seen everything, Jiang Xidai had no choice but to sit back down, turning her head slightly. “I had them painted.”
The woman’s beautiful long hair fell down her side, almost completely obscuring her expression.
Yan Huirou walked a few steps closer and sat down quietly beside her, not speaking for a moment. “Why collect these paintings? Wouldn’t it be better to go and see her in person?”
“She…” The woman bit her lip, not speaking, her cheeks slowly turning from a pale pink to a deep blush. “For a while, she wouldn’t see me.”
Yan Huirou reached for the wine pot beside Jiang Xidai—good, she had said she would only have one cup, but this large pot had been unknowingly emptied, and it was light and crisp when she lifted it.
Her bad habits were really getting more and more numerous.
Yan Huirou put down the wine pot. Jiang Xidai wanted to reach for it again, but her wrist was caught. “Drinking too much is bad for your health. Only one pot is allowed. That’s enough.”
Jiang Xidai seemed to have lost her strength and didn’t argue with her, just gently tugged at her sleeve.
Ever since seeing that basket of scrolls, a certain tumultuous emotion had been stirring in Yan Huirou’s heart.
Yan Huirou quietly looked at the slightly drunk woman before her. After a long while, she suddenly thought that it was a good thing she was drunk; it was a good opportunity.
She couldn’t help but want to pry for more, even if it was in such a dishonorable way.
“Then why wouldn’t she see you?”
At these words, those bewitching peach-blossom eyes lifted again, staring at Yan Huirou in a daze. “Why are you asking so much?”
“It’s nothing,” Yan Huirou’s voice was very gentle. “Just chatting with the Sect Master. You can trust me, I won’t tell anyone. Actually, you also need someone to listen, don’t you?”
“Don’t ask about this.” Jiang Xidai’s voice was very soft. “I don’t want to think about her anymore. You can burn these scrolls for me, all of them…”
But the end of her sentence still wavered a little. “It’s all in the past.”
“Yan Huirou.”
The alcohol had gone to her head, its aftereffects strong. Before long, she seemed to be even more drunk than before and subconsciously called out in a soft voice, “…I want to be held. Come closer.”
The scene was familiar, as if they had returned to how they used to be.
Yan Huirou paused for a long while. Just as she was about to call out a second time, Yan Huirou obediently lowered herself, supported Jiang Xidai’s waist, and lifted her a little.
Yan Huirou rested in her arms. “I still want to know, why do you love her?”
“She was good to me once.”
“Good to you,” Yan Huirou closed her eyes, “do you have to like someone just for that?”
The person in Yan Huirou’s arms actually gave a soft “mm.”
The sound had almost lost the original color of her voice, seeming exceptionally distorted. The next few words were a bit blurry. “Then tell me, if not for someone who is good to you, who should you like?”
Yan Huirou was about to speak, but then she fell silent. In the end, she could only say, “Perhaps, like yourself a little more?”
The woman held her tighter. After a long, slow moment, her breathing inexplicably quickened. “I don’t like myself. There’s nothing to like.”
A hundred, a thousand sentences were stacked in Yan Huirou’s heart, but she couldn’t say anything.
“Yan Huirou…” Jiang Xidai’s nose and mouth were buried in the side of Yan Huirou’s neck. For some reason, her words trembled slightly.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, or being held by Yan Huirou, but this baseless emotion rose like waves, one on top of the other.
“You’re not allowed to move back.”
So many “Yan Huirou”s, she didn’t call them out coherently. One slowly passed, and when there was no response, she continued with another.
She’s really drunk this time, Yan Huirou thought. The prestige of the sect master was completely gone. If she were to wake up tomorrow when the sun was high, she would probably be very uncomfortable for a while.
The warm breath she exhaled tickled her ear, melting into it.
Jiang Xidai didn’t hear Yan Huirou’s reply. Her lowered lashes furrowed slightly, and she reiterated, “You’re not allowed to move…”
“Alright.”
A bit of candlelight fell on Yan Huirou’s cheek, her features as gentle as jade. It was a pity Jiang Xidai couldn’t see her expression now.
She finally spoke, tightening her hold on the woman. “I won’t go, okay?”
“I just want to say, the Sect Master is very worthy of being liked, worthy of the best of everything. You must not belittle yourself.”
“…You’re lying to me again.”
Jiang Xidai paused, then let out a soft laugh from her nose. She continued to smile, and her eyes curved, shimmering with a drunken mist. “Yan Huirou, you always say such things, but you shouldn’t. Don’t you like men?”
What nonsense.
Yan Huirou’s heart finally beat a little faster. Hearing these words, she thought of Li Xinghe and subconsciously recoiled, clenching her sleeve.
She still thinks I like him.
Why?
What did I do to make her misunderstand?
Yan Huirou didn’t understand her stubbornness. Her breathing quickened, and she desperately wanted to correct Jiang Xidai’s impression. But just as she was about to gather her thoughts and speak softly, her chest felt stuffy, as if blocked by cotton.
No, she doesn’t want to explain.
She remembered explaining before, but Jiang Xidai hadn’t listened.
She just wanted…
Yan Huirou’s gaze fell on the woman’s slightly parted red lips in her daze.
She leaned in, pressing her forehead against Jiang Xidai’s. After a long time, she said with an unsteady breath.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Hm?”
Jiang Xidai only had time to ask, but not to refuse.
She felt her lower lip being held, a wetness soaking it, at first just warm and faint.
Jiang Xidai was soothed by the embrace of the clear fragrance, for a moment unsure of what the warm, soft thing on her lips was.
She subconsciously responded, but unexpectedly, this subconscious action made the girl in front of her realize that she had no intention of resisting, and she leaned in a little deeper.
A soft tongue entered between her lips.
Jiang Xidai couldn’t breathe and could only let out a few soft muffled grunts, turning her head away in suffocation—
As she turned, her cheek was cupped, and her neck was stroked by that person’s hand as if wiping a precious treasure.
A warm and lingering kiss soon landed there, rubbing gently.
Her eyes were half-open, her expression a little dazed as she felt the unfamiliar force of the person on top of her.
The blood vessels in her neck pulsed gently, as if responding to the tremor of the other person’s lips.
The collar of the woman’s robe was pulled open, revealing a collarbone as lustrous as jade. As she subconsciously shrank her shoulders, it protruded even more, becoming like the rise and fall of distant mountains.