Chapter 6: The Saintess Senior Sister is actually sleeping together with me!

What on earth is going on here?

Who could tell her why that Saintess of the Hehuan Sect was quietly lying beside her?

She had clearly already left last night.

When did she come back?

Lin Yue's mind spun rapidly, attempting to piece together the fragments of last night.

She remembered drinking the porridge, feeling uneasy because of the Restriction between her eyebrows, and finally unable to resist the heavy drowsiness, she had fallen right asleep.

As for what happened after that, she had no impression at all.

In other words, after she fell into a deep sleep, this Saintess had sneaked back into the room and even crawled onto her bed?

Lin Yue felt a chill at the back of her neck.

What was even more troublesome was that one of Yan Qingjue's arms was resting on her waist, very light in weight, yet carrying a fixed sensation that could not be moved away.

The two of them were pressed far too closely together.

She could even clearly perceive the subtle rise and fall of the other's chest with each steady breath.

That familiar, crisp fragrance in the air became exceptionally heavy due to this excessive closeness, drilling relentlessly into her nasal cavity.

Lin Yue's heartbeat was somewhat disordered, beating once, then again, sounding extremely clear in this quiet morning light.

She was deathly afraid that this sound would wake the person beside her.

Extremely carefully, she used the corner of her eye to observe Yan Qingjue.

The sleeping Yan Qingjue completely lacked the guard and sharpness she had during the day.

That face, which usually carried a sense of alienation, had very soft lines at this moment; although there was no expression on her face, it appeared more real than at any other time.

In the faint morning light, her skin had a delicate texture, emitting a warm and moist luster.

For no reason, Lin Yue thought of the discussions the female Disciples had about her when she first arrived.

"Look at how tender this skin is…"

That remark didn't feel right when heard back then, but looking at it now, if it were used on Yan Qingjue, it would truly be fitting.

A thought drilled out for no reason: What would her cheeks feel like to the touch?

Startled by her own overstepping thought, Lin Yue shivered and hurriedly shook this dangerous notion out of her mind.

Wake up, Lin Yue!

This is a woman who can plant a Restriction in you over a single wrong word!

Now is not the time for appreciation, but the time to find a way to escape!

She had to move away without leaving a trace before Yan Qingjue woke up, pretending that nothing had happened.

Right, that's what she would do.

She gently took a breath and began to act.

First, she tried to twist her body in a small range, wanting to slip out from under Yan Qingjue's arm.

However, the moment she moved, the arm resting on her waist instinctively tightened by a fraction.

Lin Yue instantly froze, not moving an inch.

Holding her breath, she waited for quite a while, and only when she was sure Yan Qingjue hadn't been disturbed did she slowly relax.

Slipping out from underneath wouldn't work, so she could only find a way to move this hand away.

Lin Yue's gaze fell upon that hand lying across her waist.

The fingers were slender and well-articulated, the skin so white it was nearly transparent, and the nails were neatly trimmed and rounded, revealing a healthy light pink.

This was a hand that could hold a sword, and also a hand that could easily end her life.

Lin Yue swallowed a mouthful of saliva, reached out her own hand, and tentatively touched the back of Yan Qingjue's hand.

The touch was slightly cool and very smooth.

Gathering her courage, she pinched one of Yan Qingjue's fingers with two of her own, attempting to lift it up.

There was no reaction.

She added another finger, using three fingers together.

Still, she couldn't lift it.

Lin Yue was a bit discouraged; why was this hand so heavy when it looked so delicate?

Simply put, she covered it with her entire palm, grasped Yan Qingjue's wrist, and then mustered all the strength in her body, lifting it upward little by little.

Just as she was about to successfully lift that arm.

Yan Qingjue's eyelashes suddenly fluttered.

Lin Yue's movements completely froze.

She saw Yan Qingjue's eyes slowly open, still carrying the bewilderment of just waking up.

Their gazes met.

At this moment, the air seemed to stop flowing.

Yan Qingjue looked at Lin Yue's face, her gaze slowly moving downward to see that Lin Yue was holding her wrist in a strange posture.

She also seemed to be stunned.

Lin Yue's brain went blank, but an enthusiastic smile had already surfaced on her face.

"Senior Sister, good morning!"

Her clear voice broke the silence of the inner chamber.

Yan Qingjue's expression paused for a fraction of a second. A trace of emotion that Lin Yue couldn't understand flashed rapidly through her newly awakened eyes, before returning to her usual composure.

She abruptly pulled back her hand and sat straight up.

Her wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a small section of snowy white skin.

Looking at her empty hands, Lin Yue inexplicably felt an unspeakable sense of loss.

"Why did you wake up so early?" Yan Qingjue's voice carried a hint of hoarseness. Without looking at Lin Yue, she got straight out of bed.

Lin Yue also sat up, scratched her head, and continued playing the role of a gentle and harmless Junior Sister.

"Maybe it's because I went to sleep early last night. But Senior Sister, why are you in my room?"

She asked feigning puzzlement, her pair of eyes staring curiously at her.

With her back to Lin Yue, Yan Qingjue unhurriedly tidied her somewhat disheveled clothes: "Cultivating last night, I accidentally fell asleep!"

Lin Yue silently rebutted in her heart.

Cultivating? Who the hell would believe that!

Is there anyone who cultivates a Cultivation Technique by lying on top of someone else? This is truly the first time she had ever heard of it.

But on her face, she still put on a sudden realization expression.

"So that's how it is! Senior Sister, you are way too tired! Although Cultivation is important, you still have to pay attention to rest!"

She crawled down from the bed, edged close to Yan Qingjue, her eyes full of concern.

Yan Qingjue's action of tidying her robes paused for a moment.

She lowered her head, meeting Lin Yue's almond-shaped eyes right on.

Lin Yue's face was full of worry, and not a trace of disguise could be seen in her expression.

Yan Qingjue was silent for a moment and looked away.

"Meddlesome." Dropping those two words, she turned and walked toward the outer chamber.

Watching Yan Qingjue's back, the smile on Lin Yue's face collapsed.

What an unappreciative woman, completely wasting her kind intentions.

However, being able to see the slightly disheveled look of this iceberg Saintess could also be considered an unexpected harvest.

Just as Lin Yue was preparing to return to the bed and lie down for a while longer, the door to the outer chamber opened.

Yan Qingjue came back.

"Get up." Standing at the doorway, Yan Qingjue's voice was calm.

"Ah? Where are we going?" Lin Yue was somewhat caught off guard.

Not giving Lin Yue any time to react, she directly grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the inner chamber.