TYMRHBDES Chapter 43.2

Back in his room, Jiang Luoluo closed the door, shutting out the three men and the biting wind.

He removed his fox fur cloak, rubbed his hands together, and rushed toward the fireplace.

Standing outside in this weather to talk was utterly foolish.

Thinking this, Jiang Luoluo got up again and, following the System’s memories, rummaged through his chests and drawers, searching for wound medicine.

Since he didn’t know who he was supposed to be courting, he decided to give each of them a few bottles. He’d start by subtly building a little goodwill.

After all, he’d already made it clear he didn’t like men. If he was careful with his actions from now on, it probably wouldn’t take long for them to stop suspecting him of having ulterior motives.

After stuffing the medicine into his sleeve, Jiang Luoluo pushed open the door and headed toward his two disciples’ quarters.

Among his disciples, the eldest was essentially his errand boy, deeply trusted by the original owner and thus granted his own residence.

His other two disciples, however, were disliked by the original owner, who had only taken them in to refine his cultivation techniques. After accepting them, he’d simply assigned them a remote and dilapidated room, a stark contrast to the magnificent and exquisitely crafted Azure Frost Hall.

Jiang Luoluo reached the door and was contemplating whether to find someone to repair the hole in it when he heard voices from within, as if they were discussing him.

He peered through the crack in the door—

His second disciple, Chu Xubai, had removed his bloodstained clothes, revealing two livid whip marks across his shoulders and back.

Jiang Luoluo gasped.

He quickly averted his gaze, only to see Mo Yunqi in the process of taking off his pants…

Fearing to see something inappropriate, Jiang Luoluo quickly averted his gaze, but froze for a moment when he saw the other man’s bloodied knees.

Just then, Chu Xubai’s voice drifted from inside the room.

“The glazed tiles are cold and sharp, Junior Brother. If you kneel any longer, you’ll ruin your entire foundation.”

Mo Yunqi lowered his head. “As a disciple, I have erred. Master is right to punish me.”

Chu Xubai, facing the mirror, treated his wound. “That man coveted my disciple and wanted to use him for cultivation. Truly shameless! We’re both men…”

Chu Xubai paused. “Do you truly believe his words?”

From this angle, Jiang Luoluo could only see his young disciple’s profile—handsome features, eyes half-lowered in an expression of utmost respect and obedience. “Of course, I believe Master.” Mo Yunqi replied.

Chu Xubai snorted, as if finding him incorrigible, and turned away, refusing to speak to him.

Outside the door, however, Jiang Luoluo felt a warm glow in his heart, his fondness for his young disciple growing even stronger.

He quietly placed the medicine at the doorway and turned to leave.

A white fox fur coat swirled at the entrance, fluffy and soft, like a fox’s tail that had been caught in the wind.

And Mo Yunqi, who had been keeping his eyes lowered, casually glanced at the doorway. The respectful smile still lingered on his lips, but a cold, ruthless light flickered in his dark pupils.

He stared intently at the doorway, like a wolf cub eyeing its prey.

Then he chuckled softly, the sound heavy with meaning.

The gift I gave didn’t increase my favorability at all, and the System remained silent. Anyway, there was no rush to complete the strategy mission right now. The howling wind outside was perfect for a good night’s sleep.

Jiang Luoluo kicked off his shoes and burrowed into the warmth of his bed.

Night had fallen, and the world outside was pitch black, even the moon hidden behind the clouds.

The door creaked open, startling Jiang Luoluo awake. He peeked out from under his covers, guessing it was just the wind. He pulled the blankets tighter, ready to go back to sleep, when a strange fragrance filled his nostrils.

He instinctively inhaled deeply, trying to identify it, but his body suddenly went limp. His fingers flopped onto the pillow like noodles, as if all his strength had vanished. He doubted he could even crawl, let alone find his sword.

At the same time, a strange sensation spread through his spine.

A tall figure stood by his bed. Jiang Luoluo was about to shout at the intruder when a soft moan escaped his lips.

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

Is he going to rape [footnote] T/N:- Excuse me! After transmigrated into a cultivation novel, this is your first thought? [/footnote] me?!

Jiang Luoluo huddled deeper into the bed.

No way!

I just arrived in this world!

I haven’t even figured out who my target is yet!

The man sat brazenly on the edge of the bed, reaching to pull back Jiang Luoluo’s covers. A playful smile curled his lips as he watched Jiang Luoluo’s reaction with amusement.

His usually aloof Master now had a faint flush on his pale, jade-like face. His hair was half-loose, cascading over his shoulders, which were draped in a snow-white inner robe.

He looked at Jiang Luoluo with a pitiful expression.

Jiang Luoluo struggled to pull his blanket tighter, biting his lower lip in an attempt to use the pain to regain his composure. “W-what do you want…?”

“Late at night, a man and a woman alone…” [footnote] T/N:- Someone give a pair of glasses for him [/footnote]

The man deliberately lowered his voice, as if teasing a cornered fox. “What do you think, Master?”

The moment the word “Master” left his lips, Jiang Luoluo’s heart skipped a beat:

No way, no way, no way!

He knew being a Master was dangerous, but he hadn’t expected this kind of shock right off the bat!

The man released the blanket, and Jiang Luoluo’s grip loosened. His body tilted to one side, his hair sliding off his shoulder.

“Let’s talk this out properly!” Jiang Luoluo scooted backward. “Stay away from me—”

Before he could finish, Jiang Luoluo’s voice abruptly cut off. His shoulders trembled twice.

A hand had seized his ankle.

The scene felt eerily familiar.

Jiang Luoluo didn’t have time to dwell on it. Tears welled in his eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Pervert!”

The man let out a cold “Tsk.”

His voice dripping with mockery, Omni stared at the person huddled in the corner of the bed, on the verge of tears.

“In this state, you still claim you don’t like men…”

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