Chapter 146: What's with the "feels great" thing?
“Ugh...” The exquisite feedback from his palm caused the half-awake Xiao Ming’s blood pressure to skyrocket the moment he woke up. It was as if he were fondling some rare treasure in his dreams, unable to let go.
However, in the next second, his hazy vision finally focused. He saw his arms wrapped in an embrace, and his hand grandly "occupying" a certain "territory"... at that specific location!
Buzz—!
Xiao Ming felt a surge of blood rush from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. The remaining sleepiness and laziness were instantly blown to smithereens! His entire body froze, and his heart thudded wildly.
‘Oh, my, God!’
He screamed silently in his heart, and a layer of fine cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. Last night... last night he really did fall asleep in the end, and he had slept exceptionally deeply and soundly, so much so that he hadn't noticed who he was sleeping with! What was more fatal was that when he just woke up, he actually... squeezed again!
Xiao Ming held his breath and used the corner of his eye to very slowly glance at the peerless face right next to him.
Mu Wanning seemed to still be in a deep sleep. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her long, curled eyelashes cast two quiet shadows beneath them. Her fair cheeks glowed with a faint, healthy pink flush in the morning light, like fine pink jade. Her breathing was steady and shallow, her chest rising and falling slightly with her heartbeat... making Xiao Ming's scalp tingle.
‘Heavens preserve me, this woman better not be awake! Please don't wake up! I don't even know how high her favorability is. If I piss her off, it'll be hard to decide whether to kill her or not!’ Based on his understanding of Mu Wanning's personality, if she found out he had "disrespected" her to this extent, the consequences... would likely involve her either cleaving him with a sword or dying together with him.
At that moment, Mu Wanning seemed to have a reaction; the corners of her lips and her brows twitched slightly.
Xiao Ming: “!!!”
He didn't dare hesitate any longer. Using the fastest speed of his life and the lightest movements, with a twitch-like swiftness, Xiao Ming jerked that "disobedient" hand back from Mu Wanning's body. Then, holding his breath, he stared intently at her face, fully alert and ready to face any potential storm—like a loud slap or a sharp blade of Sword Qi.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Sunlight flowed quietly, and dust motes danced in the beams of light. Mu Wanning remained with her eyes closed, her breathing steady, appearing completely unaware of the "thrilling" interlude just now. Only those butterfly-wing-like eyelashes seemed to tremble ever so slightly, so fast that one might think it was an illusion caused by the light and shadow.
After a long while, seeing that she really didn't seem to be awake and made no move, Xiao Ming secretly felt relieved. Looking at the still sleeping, steadily breathing peerless beauty, he revealed a somewhat decent, gentle smile, slowly covered her with the brocade quilt, and walked out of the courtyard.
Outside the room, the sound of Xiao Ming's footsteps gradually faded away, finally disappearing into the silence of the courtyard. The door he had carefully closed seemed like an invisible barrier, separating the inside and outside into two different worlds.
The very next moment after the door was completely shut—
On the bed, that peerless figure who was supposedly "fast asleep" with steady breathing suddenly snapped her eyes open!
There wasn't a hint of post-slumber daze in those pale gold eyes. Her beautiful face, which already had a light pink glow in the morning light, was now instantly dyed like the most brilliant sunset. From her cheeks to the tips of her ears, and down to that elegant neck, everything was flushed red, like a ripe peach or peach blossoms in full bloom in March—radiant and startlingly hot.
She suddenly raised both hands, somewhat helplessly pressing the backs of her hands against her burning cheeks. Her icy fingertips touched her high-temperature face, bringing a burst of coolness.
Her mind was already in a state of upheaval, completely disoriented like a pot of boiling porridge. Any sense of calm, pride, or rationality had been blown to pieces by the suffocatingly close embrace she felt upon waking... and the position of that detestable palm!
He actually... actually dared!
In fact, the moment Xiao Ming's body moved slightly and he woke up, she was already awake. However, when her consciousness returned and she felt it with absolute clarity, her entire being went numb. Her blood seemed to flow backward in an instant, then froze in her limbs.
What made her even more ashamed and angry to the point of wanting to explode on the spot was—that bastard! After he woke up, instead of immediately realizing something was wrong and rolling away, he... he actually dared, actually dared to squeeze!
At that moment, Mu Wanning felt as if a bolt of lightning had crashed down on her head, flowing through her entire body at an alarming speed. It made her scalp tingle and her toes curl unconsciously, nearly digging out a three-bedroom apartment in the floor. An unprecedented tingling sensation mixed with overwhelming shame submerged her. Her mind was a complete blank at that moment; all thoughts and reactions had stalled, leaving only that fatal, deafening heartbeat.
Kill him! She had to kill him right now, immediately!
This was her first and strongest thought after regaining her ability to think. Intense killing intent surged like a volcanic eruption, and her spiritual energy almost burst out of her body uncontrollably. She could even "see" the scene of her striking out violently, killing this audacious bastard of a younger brother who had desecrated his elder sister on the spot.
However, something bizarre happened.
Just as that killing intent reached its peak and was about to be put into action, it seemed to hit an invisible, soft wall. Like a deflated ball, it began to uncontrollably and slowly drain away, vanishing. No matter how she roared in her heart or how she summoned her hatred and humiliation, that resolute killing intent simply would not coalesce, let alone translate into actual action.
It was as if some deeper power, one she couldn't even understand herself, was stopping her. Was it because of their constant companionship over the past month? Or those seemingly humiliating but never truly crossing the line "interactions"? Or had she subconsciously developed some pathetic adaptation? ...A sliver of a feeling that terrified her rose in her heart.
It was precisely this extreme contradiction that made her ultimately choose to feign sleep. Besides not knowing how to face this incredibly awkward situation, a deeper reason—one she might not even be willing to admit to herself—was that she was afraid. She was afraid that once the veil was pierced, she would have to stand in opposition to him.
She suddenly sat up, the brocade quilt sliding down. She didn't even bother to tidy her messy nightclothes, merely covering her still-burning cheeks with her hands as she whispered in her heart:
“Mu Wanning... how could you... how could you be so shameless!” She bit her lip and murmured, not knowing how to describe herself at this moment, feeling extremely ashamed and annoyed. She was angry, but what the hell was this faint feeling of pleasure?