I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 66

The tender kiss gradually spiraled out of control, turning into wet licks.
Yan Huirou took the skin there between her lips, but she was very careful not to hurt her.
A tingling, numbing sensation shot up from her neck, and Jiang Xidai’s breathing grew unsteady. She let herself drift along with the feeling, her thoughts hazy. With her eyes half-closed, she happened to glimpse the painting that had fallen from Yan Huirou’s lap.
That one glance was like a basin of cold water poured over her head, chilling her to the bone. Most of her drunkenness cleared up.
What were she and Yan Huirou doing?!
Jiang Xidai came back to her senses, pulling together her half-slipped robes. Subconsciously, she said, “No, don’t be like this…”
“Don’t you like it?”
The young girl looked up, her eyes shimmering and bright, yet seemingly a little broken. “I was presumptuous. But I felt that your body didn’t seem to reject me.”
“…”
It took Jiang Xidai a long moment to find her senses again. She grabbed the clothes below her collarbone, barely managing to cover herself.
She cursed inwardly. What was this about rejecting or not rejecting?
Her expression was one of shock. She stared at Yan Huirou, motionless, but said nothing. Finally, she bit her lower lip, and a deep blush spread from her cheeks all the way to her neck.
“How could you develop—”
Jiang Xidai clutched her robes, her knuckles turning white, even trembling slightly.
The kisses on her cheek and forehead could be explained.
But on the lips?
Although she had pulled Yan Huirou to her side, she had never thought, never once thought, that something like this would happen.
The little female lead… how did she end up kissing her?
Yan Huirou saw that Jiang Xidai’s eyes had cleared a little, no longer as soft as before. She must have sobered up, switching from revealing her true feelings back to her guarded self.
Jiang Xidai, for her part, looked up at her, her mind in turmoil.
But Yan Huirou raised her hand, plucked the fire butterfly from Jiang Xidai’s temple, and held it in her palm.
“Sect Master Jiang.”
Yan Huirou: “You once said that matters of the heart are unpredictable, so on what grounds do you predict mine?”
Yan Huirou held the gently fluttering butterfly in one hand, as if holding a bright red heart.
She frowned slightly. “Just like it. I also want to stay, but every time I get close, you are the one who pushes me away, again and again.”
“And it was you who, after kissing me and holding me, said such cheap words.”
Yan Huirou said, “Later, I thought about keeping my distance, to ensure a pure relationship between an elder and a junior.”
She reached out and stroked Jiang Xidai’s injured hand. “Then you do something like this, forcing me to come back. And this weather, so determined not to clear up… may I ask, Sect Master Jiang, what is the meaning of this?”
Yan Huirou placed the butterfly in her palm, and Jiang Xidai’s hand curled in response.
When Yan Huirou’s expression was moved, it added a certain poignant charm that softened one’s heart. “What is the meaning of this?”
“It’s very simple to make me stay. It only takes one honest sentence from you. You know what it is. Why go to such great lengths to do all this?”
Jiang Xidai did not answer for a long time. Meeting that pair of focused and gentle eyes, she only felt her heart pounding.
She turned her face away, not wanting to look at the thing that was disturbing her mind.
But her cheek was pinched, like a child’s, not very hard, as if to remind her to come back to her senses.
When had Jiang Xidai ever been treated like this? She frowned, slapped Yan Huirou’s hand away, and turned her head in annoyance. “Insolent! What are you doing—mmph…”
Her eyes widened slightly as she felt her mouth being covered again, momentarily forgetting how to speak.
Yan Huirou touched her lips with a kiss, but quickly pulled away, looking at her quietly. “Don’t say unnecessary things, Sect Master. Just answer the previous question.”
“Yan Huirou, have you forgotten where this is?” Jiang Xidai said, trembling. “You really need to be taught a lesson… turning around and lecturing me, who gave you the—don’t…”
Yan Huirou covered her mouth again, another kiss as light as a dragonfly skimming water, then she pulled back.
“You’re talking about something else again.”
At this point, Jiang Xidai was filled with shame and anger. She didn’t even dare to speak, subconsciously covering her own lips, as if afraid that Yan Huirou would lean in and kiss her again.
Yan Huirou’s previously somewhat broken expression had darkened slightly during her repeated interruptions.
Perhaps she was also hurt by Jiang Xidai’s attitude.
She pressed her lower lip, her cheeks still soft and without sharp angles, but she no longer relaxed her brow, her expression much more serious.
“Sect Master Jiang, as long as you say you don’t like me at all, that you didn’t mean it that way.”
Yan Huirou said, “Then I will apologize for my previous actions, and I will leave, and I will never offend you again… nor will I trouble myself all day for nothing.”
Jiang Xidai’s chaotic thoughts suddenly cleared at the phrase “I will leave.”
Will Yan Huirou leave?
She instinctively thought that perhaps she really would.
No, she would not allow such a thing to happen. This little brat owes her a life, owes her a lot, and is still the female lead who needs to be kept in her palm.
But the word “love,” for Jiang Xidai, was simply too painful.
Even holding it between her teeth was scaldingly startling, something she absolutely did not want to mention again.
And, it wasn’t just a practical consideration… being with Yan Huirou was good, a hundred times better than she had ever imagined. Jiang Xidai was gradually becoming unable to bear returning to the lonely days of the past.
Her thoughts were like a reed, swaying with the wind, then swaying back again.
Does she really love Yan Huirou?
Jiang Xidai even doubted if she had ever loved Zhan Ke. Perhaps she had just been in love with an illusion in her heart, and it just so happened that such a person had appeared in her bloody life when she needed it most.
Can a person who has barely ever been loved know how to love others?
Clearly, it was difficult.
Jiang Xidai felt a certain insecurity in her heart, but her nature was not soft, so she bit her lower lip and refused to speak.
Her despicable thoughts were still at play. She only wanted to enjoy Yan Huirou’s care, but was unwilling to pay the equivalent price of baring her heart.
On this point alone, she did not deserve Yan Huirou’s feelings.
She still hoped for the best for this little girl, just as people instinctively cherish a clean lotus flower. Even if Yan Huirou liked women, instead of someone like herself, she should find someone more noble and bright.
Jiang Xidai couldn’t help but think a little more—she even thought that Zhan Ke liking someone like Xie Minting was also better than herself. That woman Zhan Ke was always a bit cunning and never took a loss. It must be that Yan Huirou was still young, and therefore a bit…
And so, in the long silence, Yan Huirou’s voice gradually softened, as if an autumn leaf had fallen. “…Sect Master, I understand.”
“Yan Huirou, then what do you plan to do in the future?” Jiang Xidai didn’t like the expression on her face when she said that and could only talk about other things. “You promised me before, not to betray the Shasheng Sect. Other than that, you can do anything. Anything is fine.”
The woman got up, finally letting go of Jiang Xidai.
She very quietly put away the wine cup and brewed a pot of tea for herself.
In the steam of the tea, Yan Huirou did not show a fragile expression, but rather seemed a little tired and had calmed down. She said slowly, “What I promised the Sect Master, not including these extraneous emotions, still counts.”
Jiang Xidai closed her eyes.
“I heard from Senior Sister,” Yan Huirou said, holding the teacup, “that you were very troubled by the fortune that Li Xinghe obtained, and you even got very angry last time.”
Strange, why would she suddenly mention him?
Jiang Xidai’s closed lashes trembled. She felt that this topic was rather abrupt. But perhaps out of guilt for Yan Huirou, she said nothing more and just gave a soft “mm.”
“Is there something about him that you are wary of?”
Yan Huirou turned her head. “It’s probably related to your ability to prophesize. I guess that he and I are the same kind of person to you. Besides, regarding the matter of the Lingshan Sect back then, he has a deep-seated hatred for you.”
“…When did you learn of these things?”
Yan Huirou smiled at her. “I learned it from chatting with others. When you didn’t know, I was quietly learning about you.”
When Jiang Xidai opened her eyes to look at her, she realized that the little brat who was usually so sincere and gentle, who had once talked about herself, had now learned to smile without it reaching her eyes.
For a moment, she didn’t know how to feel. Perhaps it was a little bit of pity, so she just gave another “mm.” “You guessed correctly.”
“Li Xinghe will threaten your life in the future?”
“If nothing unexpected happens,” Jiang Xidai said.
“Lanyue Pavilion is heavily guarded, and it’s difficult for information to flow freely, so you can’t completely control his growth, right?”
“More or less.”
On this point, Jiang Xidai had no solution. In fact, in the entire Lanyue Pavilion, she only knew Zhan Ke. Besides, the male lead’s fortunes were very strange.
She could only have Wen Xianyin and the others be more careful.
Yan Huirou’s expression grew a little more solemn. She lowered her lashes and thought for a long while. “I understand.”
And the sky over the Shasheng Sect finally cleared.
The old snow was pressed on the ground, with no new snow to cover it. And after a few days of rain, mixed with mud and dust, it was covered again and again by the disciples’ footprints, finally turning into an ugly gray.
After the rainy and snowy weather ended, Yan Huirou and Jiang Xidai returned to a traditional teacher-student relationship.
Every day passed as usual. They almost always practiced swordplay under the waterfall. If there was free time, Yan Huirou would also make some small pastries for her to taste.
At night, Yan Huirou slept back in Bright Moon Pavilion. After being kissed three times, Jiang Xidai could no longer reasonably keep her.
Jiang Xidai also discovered that Yan Huirou’s progress during this period could be described as leaps and bounds.
Ever since Yan Huirou understood the special nature of her constitution, she no longer dared to be lax in the face of Jiang Xidai’s attacks, fearing that the effect would rebound onto Jiang Xidai, and she became completely focused.
And after breaking through this bottleneck, she finally had the vigilance a cultivator should have.
Winter passed in a flash, and the spring grass was once again soft and green.
Everything seemed to be developing in a good direction.
Those inappropriate kisses after drinking, the moments of true feelings revealed, were just like that great snow that had come in force and left in decay, vanishing without a trace on the luxurious and lonely jade steps of the Shasheng Sect.
Jiang Xidai walked alone across the jade steps, holding her umbrella. Spring flowers from the eaves suddenly fell, landing on the surface of her umbrella.
“Wen Xianyin.”
The woman under the embroidered umbrella turned around. She seemed to have lost some of her color.
Wen Xianyin took the opportunity of her distraction to observe her expression. Sect Master Jiang did indeed look more tired than a few days ago, and her face was also paler, as if she hadn’t rested well.
“Are you alright?”
“When will Yan Huirou be back?”
The master and disciple asked at the same time, making the situation suddenly awkward.
Out of respect for her elder, Wen Xianyin was naturally the one to back down first. She pretended she hadn’t spoken just now and replied, “…Sect Master, it’s not the first or second day Miss Yan has been out. Based on this disciple’s observation, she will only return to the Shasheng Sect at night.”
“Her whereabouts, have you had someone keep a close watch?”
Jiang Xidai lowered her lashes slightly, brushing away a fallen flower that had drifted onto her shoulder.
Wen Xianyin sighed inwardly. “Of course, I have. Miss Yan is having tea with Li Xinghe in a teahouse at the foot of Wugou Mountain. They aren’t doing anything.”
Ever since Yan Huirou’s swordplay had shown some small success, she had sent out letters, frequently corresponding with that wretched creature from Lanyue Pavilion.
—This was also the beginning of Jiang Xidai’s sleepless nights.