I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 92

Yan Huirou had only intended to take a quick look and then withdraw, never expecting to be held captive by the vision for so long. It was only when the blood from the Lingshan Sect’s annihilation flowed across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers that she finally came to her senses.
In her line of sight, the woman holding the embroidered umbrella walked ahead, followed by a small girl. Together, they vanished into the twilight.
Yan Huirou stumbled backward out of the door. Sure enough, once she touched the boundary again, she could leave.
Every time she reviewed these past events, her heart felt deeply uncomfortable, almost making her wonder if something was wrong with her.
Upon returning to reality, Yan Huirou suddenly felt a tide, higher than the ocean, roaring over her fragile skin.
She half-opened her eyes, gazing blankly at the woman on top of her.
The woman’s face sharpened into focus.
For a fleeting moment.
Before blurring again with rising tears.
“You’re finally awake.”
Yan Huirou trembled, clinging tightly to Jiang Xidai. She practically burrowed into her embrace, her voice choked: “…I woke up at the worst possible time. Why now, of all moments?”
Jiang Xidai smiled upon hearing this; she naturally understood. Yan Huirou’s omnipresent rebound ability had left her quite soft and weak earlier, forcing her to use her cultivation to suppress the overwhelming pleasure.
Fortunately, her cultivation was sufficient, and the effect was rather good. As a skilled martial artist, she was adept at controlling her own body.
She removed her hands and leaned down, allowing Yan Huirou to embrace her even tighter. She completely relaxed, pressing languidly against Yan Huirou.
Yan Huirou’s face was flushed with a faint blush, her eyes brimming with tears, and tear stains still marked her cheeks. Her lips were slightly swollen and red from kisses, making her look especially pitiful.
Jiang Xidai observed her for a while, secretly thinking, Although it looks very comfortable, it’s still more appropriate to be the top. For me, to be like this in front of Yan Huirou would be far too undignified.
“Alright, from now on, you’ll be the bottom.” The Shasheng Sect Master was in a good mood. She gently kissed the woman beneath her on the cheek and then asked, “Since you’ve awakened that constitution, are there any special aspects to it?”
“…”
Yan Huirou’s previously blank and unresponsive expression finally began to show some ripples.
For some reason, every time Jiang Xidai uttered those two sounds with such perfect clarity, Yan Huirou couldn’t help but crack a smile.
She calmed herself for a while before softly replying, “When I fainted, I was drawn into a consciousness space where I could see many past events.”
“That’s good then. Did you remember?” Jiang Xidai asked, “So, who exactly was it that put you in that place, the Qingxu Sect?”
Her tone was gentle, as if trying to probe for information, yet it was clear she was still bothered by the incident.
Yan Huirou blinked, shaking off her tears. “I feel uneasy, and I don’t know if this counts as a good thing.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m a bit troubled,” Yan Huirou said, quietly observing her, her gaze tracing from her lips to her brows and the corners of her eyes. “Everyone has a past, right? If, and I mean if, you could choose not to remember those things from before, what would you choose?”
“Me?” Jiang Xidai was still languidly pressed against her. “My past days weren’t so good. It’s better to forget them.”
“But now, whether I forget or not, it doesn’t matter.” Jiang Xidai rolled off her, and the bed sank slightly as she lay down beside Yan Huirou.
“Because I met you, Yanyan.” Her voice was soft, like a sigh.
Yan Huirou: “I…”
For some reason, peering into Jiang Xidai’s memories through the door of the past was like looking into a mirror, and in that mirror, she saw her own reflection.
She sighed, truly unable to comprehend, as always. Since that was the case, she decided to leave everything to fate.
Yan Huirou felt as if she had just been pulled out of a river.
She got up to fetch water and wash herself, especially cleaning the stickiest areas, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to sleep comfortably and dry tonight.
Just as Yan Huirou finished changing and reached for a second handkerchief, she suddenly saw Jiang Xidai roll over and stretch her legs straight.
Her gaze fell upon the bedsheet, and her expression froze for a moment. She lightly coughed and said, “Um, Sect Master, aren’t you going to clean yourself?”
“I am the top.”
“Right, very top indeed.” Yan Huirou acknowledged, then delicately added, “But, won’t that leg feel uncomfortable?”
Jiang Xidai followed her gaze. A moment later, she abruptly brought her legs together. Her clothes covered the small wet stain on the bedsheet.
“…” Yan Huirou: “Just because you covered it, doesn’t mean I can’t see it, does it?”
Jiang Xidai’s cheeks flushed red. She buried her face in the covers, her voice remarkably calm: “No need. Just clean yourself… wait…”
Who knew that the next moment, her thigh was suddenly lifted from beneath.
“What are you doing?”
Jiang Xidai’s expression froze, and then she felt a soft, small silk cloth press against her, beginning to wipe her clean.
“Yan Huirou—!”
As if scalded, she practically recoiled three inches, her body stiff for a moment, then softened again.
Her reaction, so rarely startled, was quite endearing.
Yan Huirou gently supported her thigh and leaned in slightly. “Is Sect Master feeling shy? Why weren’t you this embarrassed when you were taking off my clothes earlier?”
Her thin, translucent undergarment was lifted, pulled up to her upper thigh for easier cleaning.
“Seeing this outfit of yours reminds me of our previous discussion about seniors and juniors,” Yan Huirou said. “I recall you weren’t very frank back then, yet you always liked to wear thin, see-through clothing and wander around in front of me. It truly caused this junior a lot of awkward trouble.”
She didn’t know how long she wiped; it seemed like an endless, futile effort, never quite drying.
Meanwhile, the woman’s legs intermittently tightened and loosened around her waist, rubbing restlessly.
“Yanyan…”
Yan Huirou raised her eyes, watching the flower pattern on her shoulder become more vibrant, almost coming to life.
She leaned in a little more, kissing Jiang Xidai’s lips like a bird settling into a forest. Her arms wrapped around Jiang Xidai’s neck, pulling her closer.
Jiang Xidai’s kiss seemed to lose its previous gentleness, becoming passionate and deep. Yan Huirou felt her biting her own lower lip, repeatedly gnawing at it; the force was contradictory, as if both cautious and eager to tear her apart and swallow her whole.
“Yan Huirou…”
“Have you ever met someone you liked more?”
“Hmm… Is there anyone better than me, more to your liking?”
“Or perhaps, hmm… have you considered the possibility of anyone else?”
“Don’t answer… even if there’s just a tiny bit, for a fleeting moment, it would make me very jealous.”
Jiang Xidai’s eyelids were half-closed, her hair around her temples fanning out like clouds. She raised her eyes to look at Yan Huirou—a dazed, blurry gaze, lost in intoxication.
If it had been before, Yan Huirou would most likely have just smiled at her and said: “Why are you getting inexplicably jealous at a time like this?”
But when Yan Huirou closed her eyes and held her tight, what flashed before her was still Jiang Xidai’s six hundred years of brutal past, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Having experienced someone’s pain so intimately, the feeling was different.
It wasn’t just jealousy, was it?
“Don’t be afraid…”
Jiang Xidai’s hand tensed, instantly clutching the bedding beneath her, squeezing it into several layers of wrinkles, faint blue veins faintly visible on her wrist.
Yan Huirou instinctively took hold of her clenched wrist, her fingers intertwining, clasping tightly to prevent her from tearing the fabric beneath.
“Don’t be afraid in the future either.”
Yan Huirou buried herself in her neck, listening to her uncontrolled gasps. As Jiang Xidai neared climax, she pressed against Jiang Xidai’s damp temple hair and said gently, “I liked you the first time I saw you. And I like you very much tonight, just like… a love so unique and profound, like the clouds of Mount Wu that mingle not with common mists, and a moon so perfect it claims all but a sliver of the world’s luminescence.”
The room filled with violent gasps, their lingering sounds completely unsuppressed. Like wave after wave, Jiang Xidai’s body went half limp, her legs clamped around Yan Huirou; it was only by Yan Huirou supporting the back of her knees that they didn’t fall, still twitching uncontrollably.
Yan Huirou lowered her head and kissed her forehead.
It was meant to be an enchanting and peaceful night. Tonight, Yan Huirou had no leisure to ponder the brutal past she had witnessed, which had been agonizing with every step; Jiang Xidai, too, was completely relaxed, as if sleeping in a dream of peace and tranquility.
But after the gasping sounds also subsided.
In the utterly silent room.
Yet, there were some sizzling electrical sounds.
[0861 successfully connected to the System. Self-operating mode deactivated.]
Jiang Xidai was sleeping deeply and did not hear this sound.
Yan Huirou opened her eyes and looked up, but there was nothing unusual around them.
“Is anyone there?” She lowered her voice, while placing a hand on Jiang Xidai’s temple.
[Yan Huirou? Yanyan? Can you hear me?]
The eerie electrical sound had cut off, replaced by a slightly distorted female voice, whose tone seemed a bit excited.
“…Who?” Yan Huirou instinctively wanted to wake Jiang Xidai: “Sect Master—”
[Stop, stop, stop!]
[Please, don’t call that woman, Yanyan, I’m begging you! If anything else goes wrong, I’ll really get fired! I finally managed to contact you. Do you know your memory is lost? I’m Observer 0861, Chen Chaan, your good colleague from before!]
Yan Huirou inexplicably found the name familiar. She slowly fell silent, a bad premonition rising in her heart: “Colleague?”
[Yes!]
The person on the other side of the void was almost in tears, saying exaggeratedly: [Do you know what I’ve been through these past few days? The System was lost, forced to activate self-operating mode. I couldn’t connect to this idiotic AI, so I couldn’t control the System to bind you, couldn’t speak, and could only watch helplessly.]
[Originally, I was supposed to bind you and then upload and synchronize your memory. Since that step failed, you’ve been amnesiac all this time.]
[What’s worse, the operating code was changed by you, binding the big villain instead! You… and you even started a relationship with her?!]