Chapter 25: Reunion (Part Two)

Mo Yu finally steeled herself and dragged the naked Qingxuan out of the chamber-like room, bumping into things along the way, and led him into a cozy adjacent room.

Qingxuan sat shyly and properly at the edge of the soft bed.

Mo Yu fought the urge to throw him out, raised her head, and walked away.

What on earth is with that bashful, blushing maiden act?! And if you’re going to act shy, at least remember to keep your legs together! You’re showing everything, for heaven’s sake!

Pinching her nose, she fled the scene…

Qingxuan sat uneasily on the bed. The master had been gone for over ten minutes. Why hadn’t she come back? Had she left him behind?

Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over, but recalling the master’s earlier disgust, he quickly lifted his head to stare at the pale ceiling, doing his best to force the tears away.

When Mo Yu returned, she found Qingxuan gazing longingly at the ceiling. She glanced up, puzzled—there was nothing there.

Dropping a large bundle of clothes on the bed, Mo Yu sat beside Qingxuan, sorting through the garments as she called his wandering mind back to earth.

Qingxuan hurriedly shook off the wild thought in his mind that if the master abandoned him, he’d find her and then do this and that to her, and instead looked at Mo Yu, then at the bundle of fabric (for in Qingxuan’s eyes, clothes were just fabric), tilting his head with bright eyes, questioning.

Mo Yu glanced at him and handed him a few pieces of clothing. “See if these fit.”

“Why?” Qingxuan stared at her in surprise. “I could just take my serpent form and coil around your neck.”

“That’s inconvenient,” Mo Yu blurted out without thinking.

“Inconvenient?”

Inconvenient for you to take advantage of me, more like.

“Ahem… Never mind. It helps me if you stay in human form,” Mo Yu said awkwardly, turning away, her ears blazing red.

“Oh.” Qingxuan sounded disappointed, yet a little pleased.

In his heart, faced with the choice between “not being able to cling to the master skin-to-skin” and “making the master happier and more fond of him,” he wisely chose the latter.

A silent standoff…

“Come on, be good, put these on.”

Qingxuan bit his lower lip and shook his head.

“Ahem. I’ll get you new clothes when we go out. Put these on, there’s a good boy.”

Qingxuan hesitated but still shook his head, afraid Mo Yu might abandon him in anger. He secretly grabbed the hem of her clothes.

“These are all I have, unless you want to wear Chi Chi’s clothes,” Mo Yu said helplessly.

“Chi Chi?” Qingxuan’s eyes flashed with jealousy. A man’s name he didn’t recognize, and one close to the master! The thought made him extremely unhappy.

“My younger brother,” Mo Yu replied instantly, then realized she didn’t owe him an explanation. “That’s not the point. Just put them on.”

Qingxuan’s mood, just steadied by the explanation, was immediately thrown into turmoil again.

Even though he didn’t know much about this world, he could tell that these garments, with their elaborate patterns, were nothing like what Mo Yu wore, and not something to be donned lightly.

Especially the kind without a separation between the legs.

Mo Yu called it a ‘skirt’…

Watching Qingxuan stubbornly refuse, Mo Yu realized she was making things hard for him, but said, “Do you want to go outside naked?”

Qingxuan’s expression froze for a moment; after a while, he asked, “Can I try Chi Chi’s clothes?”

Mo Yu rolled her eyes at him, then went to fetch two of Mo Chi’s outfits.

And then…

Mo Yu watched, dumbfounded, as Qingxuan transformed from a young man in his twenties into a boy of about five or six.

No, more precisely, from a man to a little boy.

Qingxuan grabbed the clothes and started putting them on. Mo Yu, just recovering from her shock, nearly pulled a muscle at the scene before her, then calmly took the underwear off Qingxuan’s softly tousled head and slid them onto his pale, tender little legs.

Qingxuan covered his face shyly with both hands.

“All right, pull them up yourself,” Mo Yu said, feeling she might cough blood.

She’d wasted nearly a whole night just trying to get him dressed. Her body was protesting violently!

Yes, Mo Yu didn’t need sleep, but that was her nervous system—not her body, which still needed rest.

She checked and found that the neural tracking she’d set on Lingzi and Xiao Dou was intact, then silently crawled into bed, not forgetting to pull up the covers before sleeping.

Once Qingxuan finished dressing and wanted to show Mo Yu, he found her already asleep.

So, quietly, he undressed again and crawled into bed, carefully nestling into Mo Yu’s arms.

He felt a little uncomfortable—after confirming she was sound asleep, he quietly removed all her clothes as well.

Much better now~

Mo Yu vaguely felt someone undressing her, but sensed no danger and didn’t mind.

After the contract bond, Qingxuan was essentially part of her.

So “removing her own clothes” didn’t register as “being violated” or “molested” in her nervous system.

Forgive a woman sleeping like the dead in a place of absolute safety~

Amen. Pray that tomorrow Mo Yu manages to stay calm and composed.

“Ah—!!”

Mo Yu’s scream, laced with shock and fury, echoed through the entire space.

She felt she was going mad.

What was this situation?! She’d woken up comfortable and relaxed, only to discover she was naked! And that the cool, soft thing beside her was a completely undressed Qingxuan!

Mo Yu dressed with the speed of someone fleeing a fire, sat on the sofa, and waited to question Qingxuan when he woke up.

Hmph!

The truth was, Qingxuan had already woken up. The moment Mo Yu opened her eyes, he’d been awake—afraid she’d do something drastic, like abandon him in anger, which he hated most. So, he needed a reason to calm her down.

Mo Yu looked at the little figure stirring in bed. “Awake!” Her voice was icy, barely concealing her anger.

Qingxuan sat bolt upright and, looking at Mo Yu, burst into noisy tears like a child.

Mo Yu was stunned.

“M-m-master! Why did you—why did you take off my clothes yesterday?!” Qingxuan accused her.

“What?” Mo Yu was baffled. What did he mean?

“You—even hugged me and wouldn’t let go!”

“Uh…” Come to think of it, when she woke up, she was hugging him.

“You—last night, you woke up suddenly, then… undressed yourself, and started undressing me…” Qingxuan sobbed, his face covered in tears and snot.

“…” Was she sleepwalking last night? And turned into some sort of creepy aunt? But she hadn’t felt violated at all.

Truly, what you think by day, you dream of by night. She must never fall asleep thinking about Qingxuan’s little… again.

Sigh~

Apparently, Qingxuan’s tears were effective—Mo Yu believed him. She was a creepy aunt!

Mo Yu sat on the sofa, deeply disturbed by her own thoughts.