149: Chapter 149 A Beautiful Misunderstanding

"Have you specifically looked into me before?" Qian Mo couldn't help but ask directly.

"Uh..."

[What kind of ridiculous question is that! Do you know that asking questions like this makes people think you're a 'narcissistic guy'?]

Although she felt immense disdain for this bizarre question from Qian Mo, she still gave the answer she had prepared long ago.

"Before coming to the capital, I learned a little bit from the 'Longxiang Academy Genius List'."

[Not only that, I also know that your spiritual power is delicious, and your body smells so good. Sometimes I really want to take a bite and taste it... Eh? What kind of expression is he making?]

Xing Yaoyan looked in confusion at the young man who had suddenly blushed.

[No, I didn't even say anything. Since when did this guy's resistance become so poor? He's getting shy just from hearing my voice?]

"Um... Young Miss Xing Yan..."

Qian Mo tried hard to steady his trembling voice, his perception of Young Miss Xing Yan already refreshed in his mind.

What kind of brazen, tiger-wolf words were those! What did she mean by wanting to eat me directly...

Although he knew that most of the Yao Race were straightforward and outspoken, hearing her heart's voice so bluntly now, he felt his heartbeat quickening to the point where he was starting to feel a bit oxygen-intoxicated.

"No, Qian Mo, what is wrong with you? Is it possible you still have internal injuries that haven't healed?"

Xing Yaoyan watched the young man's embarrassment, a teasing smile appearing on her Face involuntarily.

[A little virgin is just a little virgin. If I were to kiss him directly on the Face, wouldn't he just faint right away...]

"Young Miss Xing Yan!"

The young man's voice suddenly rose, but then lowered again.

"Actually... if you really can't help it, I don't have a problem with it..."

The young man lowered his head, not daring to look at the Saintess of the Demon Race before him, who appeared reserved on the surface but was so... open on the inside.

Although his thinking was relatively traditional, who told him to like Young Miss Xing Yan?

So... if you want it, just take it; I don't mind...

？

[What is going on here? What do you mean by "I can't help it, you don't have a problem"? And... what is the meaning of you looking like you're ready to be picked?]

Xing Yaoyan was truly confused this time.

Originally, Captain Li Qiaoyan told her that Qian Mo had just exhausted his spiritual power and was a bit drained, and that he would be fine after lying in the hospital for a night.

As it turns out, it's not just a physical issue; is his brain affected too!

Suddenly, Xing Yaoyan noticed that Qian Mo's gaze was glued straight onto the sword in her hand, and a somewhat absurd but reasonable thought emerged in her mind.

[Oh~ so that's how it is. You're actually quite kind. Alright then, I'll accept your kindness. You'd better hold on tight.]

Thinking of this, the young girl smiled and took a small step forward...

It's coming... it's about to come...

Thinking about what was about to happen, Qian Mo felt a wave of dizziness.

He knew what affairs between men and women were like; in his past life, there were no shortage of targets he killed while they were engaged in such intimacy.

At that time, he couldn't muster the slightest interest in these scenes, and if it weren't for mission requirements, he wouldn't even want to look at them.

But now, facing the bold actions of the young girl before him, an unprecedented feeling of tension and anticipation surged into his heart.

...Wait, what is she...

In the young man's astonished gaze, he saw the young girl suddenly press her upper body forward, lowering her entire center of gravity, with her elbows almost touching the ground.

That long sword had been hidden behind her back at some point; one hand tightly gripped the hilt, while the other hand was coated in golden light, faintly gripping the blade, assuming the posture of a draw-and-slash.

The golden radiance gradually extended from her hand to the entire long sword.

The next moment, a terrifying Aura erupted from her body.

"Qian Mo, thank you for helping me test the sword! Take this strike!"

Almost giving Qian Mo no time to react, a golden slash was already right before his eyes.

Haha... so this is what she meant by wanting me to hold on...

[Ding! Stupid host, hurry and defend! You're going to die!]

"Boom!!!"

"Pfft..."

Inside a male dormitory at the Longxiang Academy, a yellow-haired youth was clutching his mouth tightly, his body trembling violently, as if he had caught some terrible illness.

"Yun Lan, if you want to laugh, just laugh... it's no big deal..."

Opposite him, Qian Mo, with one hand wrapped in bandages, stared at him with black lines all over his Face.

He thought to himself: If I weren't counting on you for advice later, I would have already wanted to make you "wear the same style" as me.

"Hahahaha..."

In the end, Yun Lan couldn't help it and burst into loud laughter.

There were only the two of them in the dormitory now, and the door was closed, so there was no fear of the sound being too loud and disturbing others.

"Hahaha... you said you thought she wanted to 'eat' you, so you went with the flow, and as a result, she used the sword you gave her to slash you like this... Hahaha... I think you're really quite pathetic..."

But... didn't I see those people flirting in bed all say that... Wuwuwu~ If I had known, I wouldn't have read her mind; it's a sin...

Qian Mo mocked himself in his heart a few times, looking at his good friend who was still laughing his head off on the table, his fist clenched secretly, but then he relaxed it with resignation.

Heh... laugh all you want. Actually, I realized it at the time, but I intentionally left a flaw, all for the sake of...

"Knock, knock, knock!"

There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by a pleasant voice: "Is Qian Mo there?"

"Coming!"

The young man stood up instantly and ran to open the door; the injury on his hand seemed to have no effect on his agility at all.

The door opened, and Xing Yaoyan first looked at the frail-looking Qian Mo, then looked at the shocked Yun Lan on the other side.

Besides feeling embarrassed, she was also a bit confused:

It only took a second or two from the time I knocked to the door opening, right? I remember Qian Mo's bed is the one furthest from the door. How did he get there so fast? Looking at how weak you are, you shouldn't be able to run that fast.

"Sister-in-law... Hello, Young Miss Xing Yan."

Noticing the young girl's gaze sweep over him, Yun Lan quickly stood up to greet her.

Although he had mocked Qian Mo's tragic encounter in private, in front of this Saintess of the Demon Race, he still had to give his good brother some Face.

Xing Yaoyan nodded slightly in response, but her attention quickly focused on Qian Mo's hand, which was hanging in front of him, wrapped in bandages.

"Your hand... are you okay... I'm sorry about this morning; I misunderstood..."

"No, no, you didn't misunderstand; it's just that my strength wasn't enough..."

Qian Mo quickly interrupted.

If she really found out what he was thinking at the time, he would definitely be dead; it was better to just let the misunderstanding continue.