114: Chapter 114 Shy and flustered

And… and everything that was crazy, out of control, and made one's heart race.

Murong Qingyue's cheeks flushed a bright red in an instant, the blush spreading from her cheeks all the way to her earlobes and neck.

Even her exposed shoulders were tinged with pink.

Murong Qingyue instinctively wanted to retreat, wanting to break free from this embrace.

But as soon as her body moved, that wave of soreness and pain made her gasp.

"Don't move."

Ye Yun spoke softly, his voice low and gentle.

"You still have injuries on your body; although you have taken a Medicinal Pill, it still needs time to recover."

Murong Qingyue stiffened, biting her lip as she looked at him, her eyes filled with panic and shyness.

And a hint of complex emotions that were difficult to describe.

She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, so she could only stare at him blankly.

Ye Yun looked at her and spoke slowly, his voice calm but tinged with apology.

"Regarding last night, you were drugged by those people and were not in your right mind. I saved you, but… what happened afterward was because I lost control. I'm sorry."

Listening to his words, the panic in Murong Qingyue's heart gradually calmed down a little.

Although the memories of last night were chaotic, she vaguely remembered.

It was she who had actively crawled toward him, she who had begged him to save her, and she who had clung to him relentlessly.

Murong Qingyue lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"I, I know. It was I who…"

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly realized something and looked down at herself.

She was completely naked, and those ambiguous marks were spread all over her body.

And the young man in front of her was also completely unclothed, and she was being held tightly in his arms.

With a soft cry of "Ah," she hurriedly turned her face away, her voice filled with embarrassment and panic.

"You, you let go of me first…"

Ye Yun was stunned, then immediately reacted and hurriedly let go.

He withdrew his body slightly to make space for her.

Murong Qingyue struggled to sit up, but had only just sat up halfway.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over Ye Yun's body, his sturdy chest and smooth muscle lines.

And certain places that shouldn't be seen.

This made Murong Qingyue's face flush red instantly, and she let out another exclamation.

She hurriedly turned her head away and covered her eyes with both hands.

"You, you… hurry up and put on your clothes!"

Her voice carried a hint of a sob; she was so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a hole in the ground.

Ye Yun also realized something, and a trace of awkwardness flashed across his face.

He hurriedly took out a clean robe from his Storage Pouch and quickly put it on.

After putting it on, he gave a light cough and said.

"It's done."

Only then did Murong Qingyue dare to turn her head, but she still didn't dare to look at him, just keeping her head down and tightly clutching the hay beneath her.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, and then gathered the courage to look up.

Looking at Ye Yun, her voice carried shyness and embarrassment.

"My, my clothes…"

Ye Yun looked at the ground, where the torn fabric lay scattered, already in shreds.

He frowned slightly, took out another one of his own robes from his Storage Pouch, and handed it to Murong Qingyue.

"Wear mine first."

His voice was calm, but his gaze shifted away, not looking at her.

Murong Qingyue looked at the robe being handed over, bit her lip, reached out her jade-like hand, and gently took it.

The fabric felt soft to the touch.

It still carried a faint warmth and his unique scent, making her cheeks flush even redder.

"You… you turn around," she said softly.

Ye Yun complied and turned around, with his back to Murong Qingyue.

Rustling sounds of dressing came from behind him, and after a long while, he heard a soft "It's done."

Ye Yun turned around and saw that Murong Qingyue had already put on his robe.

The robe was too large for her, hanging loosely on her body, making her appear even more slender and petite.

The sleeves were too long, covering her hands, and the hem dragged on the ground.

Yet it could not hide her beautiful face and those lively eyes.

Murong Qingyue stood there, head bowed.

Her fingers were unconsciously twisting the cuffs, and her cheeks were still flushed.

Her whole person exuded a shyness and embarrassment that made one's heart soften.

Ye Yun looked at her, and a strange softness welled up in his heart.

He was just about to speak.

But Murong Qingyue looked up first, stared at him, and took a deep breath.

The shyness on her face gradually faded, replaced by a serious expression.

"Thank you."

Murong Qingyue spoke, her voice clear and soft but solemn.

"Thank you for saving me."

Ye Yun was stunned and looked at her with some surprise.

He had thought she would cry, make a scene, and accuse him of taking advantage of her.

She might even try to commit suicide.

But she didn't.

She simply thanked him earnestly for saving her life.

Murong Qingyue looked at his surprised expression, bit her lip gently, and continued.

"I know what happened last night, and I also remember that it was I, it was I who begged you to save me. If it weren't for you, I would have died at the hands of that group of people long ago."

"Or… or something worse than death. You saved my life and also saved my purity; I, I should thank you."

As she spoke, her eyes turned slightly red, but she held back and did not let the tears fall.

Murong Qingyue was not an ignorant young girl; she knew right from wrong.

The young man before her was her savior, and no matter what, this would not change.

Ye Yun looked at her, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He was silent for a moment, then asked softly.

"What is your name?"

Murong Qingyue looked up at him, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, then she spoke softly.

"My name is Murong Qingyue."

Hearing this, Ye Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Murong?"

This surname is not common in the Luoxue Sect.

"Murong Qingyue…"

He repeated it in a low voice and nodded.

"A good name."

Murong Qingyue's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her eyes without speaking.

Ye Yun asked again.

"Why were those people chasing you? As an Inner Sect Disciple of the Luoxue Sect, how did you come to these Fengyun Mountains alone?"

Murong Qingyue hesitated for a moment, looked up at him, and finally spoke.

"I came to look for a Spiritual Plant. The Dragon Blood Grass can enhance Physical Body strength and is very useful for the Cultivation Technique I am practicing. I found out that there was Dragon Blood Grass in the outer reaches of the Fengyun Mountains, so I came alone."

"I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that as soon as I found the Dragon Blood Grass, I ran into that group of people. When they saw that I was alone, they developed evil intentions…"

As she spoke, she took out an exquisite small jade box from her Storage Ring.

Opening it, a Spiritual Plant, crimson all over and emitting a faint halo, lay quietly inside.

The Spiritual Plant was only the size of a palm, with blood-colored veins faintly flowing on its leaves; it was indeed the Dragon Blood Grass.

Ye Yun's gaze swept over the Spiritual Plant, and a flash of realization passed through his eyes.

The Dragon Blood Grass is indeed a rare Heaven And Earth Treasure, and it has miraculous effects on tempering the Physical Body.

No wonder she would take the risk to come alone.

Ye Yun withdrew his gaze and said calmly.

"Put it away; this is something you exchanged your life for."