And what was Hua Yan doing at this moment?
She had long since washed off her makeup, burying herself completely in the blankets of her bedroom, with only her fiery red head peeking out, utterly listless.
Ever since she returned from the street in shame and indignation, Hua Yan had charged straight into her bedroom, wrapped herself in the covers, and ignored Yun Xuechang’s gentle calls and apologies from outside.
An hour or two had now passed, and she still maintained this posture, unmoving.
Ah… how embarrassing…
Hua Yan curled up on the bed, her sharp chin pressed against the pillow, staring blankly at the headboard.
‘I actually believed Xuechang liked me in this feminine form, and spent the past few months seducing her in my female body… How embarrassing is that…’
“It’s all Lin Qianqian’s fault! She insisted that I had done that with Xuechang back at the Hehuan Sect, and even encouraged me to seduce Xuechang!”
She angrily swung her small pink fist, striking the plush salted fish beside her—a prize she and Yun Xuechang had won from Yue Jue on New Year’s Eve.
She had pulled it from the chair onto the bed earlier.
In her regret and shame, Hua Yan seemed to have forgotten that she herself had initially run to Lin Qianqian to ask how to pursue Yun Xuechang.
“And Ji Ling too! Saying it would be too late if I didn’t act, making me rush to seduce Xuechang without even waiting to change back to my male form!”
The plush salted fish, with its blank, knowing eyes, took another punch from her small fist.
But Hua Yan seemed to have also forgotten that it was her own worry about Yun Xuechang being taken by someone else that made her rush to confess.
“And Jiang Changge! It’s all her fault for teaching Xuechang those lies meant to fool children! Saying that kissing on the lips leads to childbirth!”
She slapped the plush salted fish so hard its round face flattened slightly.
“Finally, the one to blame most of all is Yun Xuechang, that dummy! She believes everything Jiang Changge teaches her! She’s lived for over a hundred years, yet she’s still like a three-year-old, swallowing the nonsense that ‘kissing makes babies’! Even Rongrong wouldn’t fall for that!”
She flattened the salted fish with a slap, then vigorously rubbed it back into shape.
“And on the street, in front of so many people, she made me teach her how to have children! She has no sense of shame at all!”
“We’ve… we’ve only just confirmed we’re lovers a few days ago… Things like that, how could they happen so fast…”
“At the very least… I need some time to prepare…”
“It’s already great that I agreed to kiss her! There’s no way we’re doing that so soon!”
“Normally, you wait until the contract ceremony and the wedding night…”
“Contracting with Xuechang, then the wedding night…”
As she thought about it, Hua Yan couldn’t help burying her burning face into the pillow, her lips unconsciously curling into a silly, blissful grin.
“Knock knock.”
A soft knock sounded at the door.
After sensing who was outside with her divine sense, Hua Yan quickly wiped the smile off her face, putting back the expression of “I’m still angry” she’d worn when Yun Xuechang left.
Hmph, I haven’t forgiven you yet, dummy! There’s no way I’m letting you off easy this time!
“Yan’er, I’m back.”
Yun Xuechang said softly, tiptoeing toward the figure buried in the blankets on the bed.
“Hmph.”
Hua Yan let out a coquettish snort from her nose, pouting so hard her lips could hold an oil bottle.
Coming back this late! She knows I’m angry, yet she still leaves instead of staying home to comfort me more!
She completely forgot that it was her own refusal to respond that had forced Yun Xuechang to go out.
Now, she only pouted inwardly with grievance, secretly deciding to extend her anger by half an hour.
Suddenly, the blanket covering her was lifted open a crack.
A cool, soft body slipped in, carrying a faint, distant fragrance, gently wrapping her in an embrace.
Huh?!
“Yan’er, I truly know I was wrong. Will you forgive me?”
Yun Xuechang tightened her arms around the red-haired girl who had tensed up in surprise, burying her face in Hua Yan’s nape, whispering her plea.
“You?! Wh-Why are you suddenly so close?!”
Hua Yan turned her head sharply, coming face-to-face with Yun Xuechang’s frosty, jade-like features just inches away.
Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and she instinctively tried to push her away.
But Yun Xuechang gently caught her hands, slowly interlacing their fingers.
—Daoist Su said that when faced with a shy and contradictory Yan’er, one must be a little assertive.
Yun Xuechang’s gaze deepened.
“Yan’er, I’ve thought about it. It was my fault for not kissing you correctly today.”
With a swift movement, she turned, gently positioning Hua Yan beneath her, and slowly lowered her face.
Strands of white hair fell, brushing lightly against Hua Yan’s burning cheeks.
“I apologize to you now. Let me make up for today’s kiss, alright?”
With that, she softly closed the final distance, pressing her lips tenderly against Hua Yan’s.
The girl beneath her, Hua Yan, widened her eyes in shock.
Instinctively, she struggled, her sockless feet flailing twice, not only tangling the blanket but also kicking the plush salted fish off the bed.
Yet Yun Xuechang, hovering above her, did not immediately pull away.
Her lips were cool and gentle, her kiss soft and earnest, tinged with a hint of awkwardness.
She lightly pressed against Hua Yan’s lips, as if unsure of what to do next, yet reluctant to part.
She probed tentatively, clumsily.
Hua Yan felt her heart pounding like a drum, thump-thump, threatening to leap from her chest.
Trembling, she simply closed her eyes, no longer avoiding. Blushing, she slightly parted her lips and, gently, ever so gently, responded.
Yun Xuechang, as if encouraged, deepened the kiss with more sincerity and tenderness.
But the next second, a flustered Hua Yan couldn’t help opening her eyes.
—This girl… her kissing is terrible!
Though it was her first time kissing someone too, Hua Yan was a hundred percent certain that a real kiss wasn’t like Yun Xuechang’s clumsy approach—charging in recklessly, only exploring her lips without any technique.
She was both exasperated and amused.
This dummy, she doesn’t know how to kiss at all, yet she’s trying to act all bold and initiate a kiss.
How stupid…
She closed her eyes again, responding softly, guiding Yun Xuechang to adapt with gentle patience.
Yun Xuechang was quick to learn. She soon relaxed, shifting from her initial awkward aggression to a tender, natural rhythm.
Mimicking Hua Yan’s lead, she slowly, earnestly, savored the warmth and tenderness of their shared moment.
“Mmm!”
A tingling, numbing sensation flowed from her mouth down her spine, spreading through her entire body.
Hua Yan’s breath grew ragged.
Her once-tense body softened completely under Yun Xuechang’s patient and gentle assault.
The hands Yun Xuechang had been holding slowly loosened, and her flailing feet had long since gone still.
Yun Xuechang’s slender, knuckled fingers let go of Hua Yan’s hands, caressing her flushed cheek as she deepened the kiss.
Hua Yan felt like a fish starved of oxygen, completely at Yun Xuechang’s mercy, melting into a puddle of water on the bed.
In the twilight of the bedroom, their two figures lay silently nestled together.
The room was utterly quiet, save for the sound of their soft breathing.