187: Chapter 187 Serving the Young Master Again Tonight

Her voice was very soft, carrying a hint of cautious probing.

Ye Yun gave a hum, his gaze shifting away from the cleavage on her chest, landing on her face.

Fang Hansu bit her lip, as if having made some kind of decision, and walked in front of him, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

She sat very close, so close that he could smell the fresh scent of soap from her just-bathed body.

Mingled with the faint, orchid-like fragrance of her own skin.

"Young Master."

"Hm."

"Are you... really leaving tomorrow?"

Ye Yun looked at her and nodded.

"Leaving tomorrow."

Fang Hansu did not respond.

The moonlight fell quietly upon her face; her eyelashes were lowered, casting two shallow shadows, making it impossible to see the emotions in her eyes.

But her fingers were unconsciously twisting the thin sash at her waist, twisting it tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"It is time to go."

Ye Yun's voice was calm, as if he were stating something that went without saying.

"I have been delayed in Qingzhou City for long enough."

He paused, his gaze shifting from her face to the moon outside the window, half-obscured by clouds.

"Over these past few days, you and I have engaged in Dual Cultivation many times. I have been out for so long; it is time for me to return."

Ye Yun had stayed in Qingzhou City these past few days, firstly to let her recuperate from her injuries.

And secondly, because the initial activation of the Cold Moon Physique required continuous Dual Cultivation to consolidate.

Now that her Physique Foundation had stabilized, the ocean of golden Mystic Power in his Dantian had also reached its saturation point.

Continuing to Dual Cultivate would yield diminishing returns.

It was time to go back.

Fang Hansu listened as he listed the reasons for "leaving" one by one.

Every word felt like autumn rain, pelting the small flame that had finally been kindled in her heart.

She looked up at him.

The moonlight shone on Fang Hansu's face, and there was a thin layer of mist in her eyes.

Yet she curved the corners of her mouth, trying hard to make herself look less disappointed.

Her smile was very light, very faint; the curve of her lips seemed to have been forced up with all her might.

"Young Master is right. It is time to go back. Young Master is a Disciple of the Luoxue Sect, someone destined to become a great figure; you cannot stay in a small place like Qingzhou City forever."

Her voice was flat, as if she were saying the words he hadn't spoken for him.

Then she lowered her head again.

Her fingers twisted the sash, twisting and loosening, loosening and twisting.

After a long silence, she spoke again, her voice even softer than before.

"Young Master. Can... can Hansu go with Young Master?"

Ye Yun did not speak.

Fang Hansu hurriedly raised her head, her speaking speed increasing slightly.

"Hansu will not cause trouble for Young Master. Hansu can take care of herself, and Cuier will help too. When Young Master is Cultivating, Hansu will never disturb you; when Young Master needs Hansu, Hansu will be there, and when you don't, Hansu will just stay quietly. Hansu..."

"No."

Ye Yun's voice was not loud, but very firm.

Fang Hansu's words got stuck in her throat, her lips slightly parted, but she could no longer make a sound.

Ye Yun looked at her, watching the light in her eyes dim bit by bit.

Like a lamp blown by the wind, the flame flickered, not extinguished, but noticeably dimmed.

"My situation in the Luoxue Sect is not as stable as you think. There are enemies in the inner sect with higher cultivation and deeper backgrounds than me. I have to walk carefully at every step myself; you following me will only be more dangerous."

Fang Hansu nodded gently, saying nothing more.

She lowered her head, eyelashes drooping, quiet as a magnolia flower drenched in rain.

Seeing her like this, Ye Yun felt as if something had gently tugged at his heart.

Reason told him he couldn't take her; the timing was indeed wrong.

Murong Yun was watching like a tiger, and there was still the mountain of Grand Elder Supreme Elder Murong Cang pressing down in the Luoxue Sect.

He himself was walking on the edge of a knife; taking Fang Hansu, whose cultivation was sealed, was pushing her into a pit of fire.

But looking at how she was trying so hard not to appear sad, yet even her eyelashes were trembling—

[Damn it all.]

Ye Yun cursed himself in his heart.

"When I gain a firm foothold in the Luoxue Sect, I will come to pick you up."

Fang Hansu's body stiffened slightly.

She raised her head, staring blankly at him, as if she hadn't heard clearly.

Ye Yun's gaze landed on her face, his tone calm, as if he were stating something very ordinary.

"I am not fobbing you off. Two or three months at the shortest, half a year at the longest. Once I solve the trouble in the inner sect and have my own territory, I will come back to pick you up."

Fang Hansu's eyes lit up bit by bit.

From the edge of being extinguished, to the flame rekindling, until her whole eyes were as bright as if filled with starlight.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Young Master is not lying to Hansu?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

Fang Hansu's lips moved, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

Her eyes were red, tears swirling, but the corners of her mouth were curled up, unable to be suppressed.

Crying and smiling at the same time, her whole face shone brightly under the moonlight, it was unclear if it was tearlight or something else.

Ye Yun looked at her like this, and the part of his heart that had been pulled tight loosened.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Fang Hansu suddenly moved.

She stood up from the edge of the bed, walked in front of him, and stopped.

Lowering her head, her fingers clutched the thin sash at her waist, her knuckles turning white.

The moonlight shone from behind her, making the moon-white thin robe almost transparent.

Her body was faintly visible beneath the fabric, with rising and falling curves, exquisite and fully revealed.

Especially the cleavage on her chest, pushed up by her dudou, was deep under the moonlight like an abyss luring one to fall into it.

She took a deep breath, as if having made some tremendous decision.

Then Fang Hansu raised her head, looking at Ye Yun.

Her cheeks were flushed red, from her cheeks to her earlobes, and from her earlobes to her neck.

Even the snow-white skin on her chest was stained with a faint pink.

Yet her eyes did not dodge, looking straight at him, filled with shyness and tension.

And a hint of determination after having cast everything aside.

"Young Master is leaving tomorrow."

Her voice was trembling, but every word was spoken very clearly.

"Then tonight... let Hansu serve Young Master one more time."

Ye Yun's gaze fell on her face, then on the bottomless cleavage on her chest.

And back to her eyes, which were filled with mist but shone astonishingly bright.

"Are you sure?"

Fang Hansu did not answer.

She reached out, pinched the thin sash at her waist, and gave it a gentle pull.

The sash loosened, and the moon-white thin robe slid off her shoulders.

Like moonlight blown down by the wind, it piled silently at her feet.

The water-blue dudou wrapped around those two snow-white, plump, and soft mounds.

Supported by the thin silk, it squeezed out a deep crevice, glowing with a gentle luster under the moonlight.

Her waist was very slim, and the strings of the dudou were tied into a small bow at her waist, as if it would come undone with a light touch.

Further down were the underpants, white, made of very thin material, clinging tightly to her body.