Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine – Chapter 17

Won’t Get Cold

Jiang Yao never expected Song Muyun to fall into such a state. It shouldn’t have been like this. When she first saw her, she was the picture of refined elegance; though her clothes and jewelry were simple, they were not cheap. She was a girl who had been raised in the palm of her elders’ hands; she shouldn’t be living this kind of life.

Why was Murong Qing able to take Song Muyun out of Yueshang House in the dream?

She pondered in her heart, wondering if there was any way, just like in the dream, to bring Song Muyun to live at the Jiang Residence.

At least it would be much better than here. Plus, with her there, she could protect her.

There was no fine cloth to bandage the wounds, so Jiang Yao sent someone to buy some. First, she sprinkled medicinal powder on Song Muyun’s wounds to stop the bleeding, and would bandage them once the fine cloth arrived.

Though both were wound medicines, the one in Jiang Yao’s hands was clearly better. As soon as it was sprinkled on, she could no longer feel the pain. It was a bit cool, a rare moment of rest for a body tormented by pain.

Song Muyun raised her eyes, which were filled with a lingering, water-like tenderness, and just looked at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao’s heart softened uncontrollably for a moment. She stroked the fairy’s soft, raven-black hair on the bed. She was very shy. Even though they were both women, she would blush with the slightest touch.

So cute.

“If I can take you out of here, would you be willing to come to the Jiang Residence?”

Jiang Yao asked, lowering her head.

Song Muyun was stunned, her expression becoming a bit bewildered¹. “Me, go to the Jiang Residence? I can’t. I am the daughter of a disgraced official. Going to the Jiang Residence would implicate you.”

She lowered her head again, facing her with her fluffy, dark head. When she mentioned being the daughter of a disgraced official, her whole body was filled with a dejected air.

Jiang Yao stroked her neck and ear. It was probably because she had seen her body that she couldn’t help but be handsy today.

“It won’t. I’ll handle it. Don’t be afraid.”

She couldn’t just leave her in Yueshang House. There would always be times she couldn’t look after her, just like last night.

Unless… she also lived in Yueshang House.

Jiang Yao rarely used her brain, but once this thought emerged, she actually felt it was an excellent idea.

If she lived in Yueshang House, Murong Qing could forget about avoiding her to sneak over and bully people, even in death.

Song Muyun kept her head down, listening to her protective words, as warm currents flowed through her heart one after another. Even if Murong Qing were to appear right now, she wouldn’t be afraid anymore. As long as Miss Jiang was here, she wouldn’t be afraid.

The little fairy’s lips curved into a faint smile, but she didn’t dare raise her head, afraid of being seen.

Her gaze shifted to the side, and only then did she notice a yellow oil-paper package left there. Song Muyun reached out and covered it with her hand; she could no longer feel any warmth.

“What is this?”

Jiang Yao also looked down, frowning when she saw it was the oil-paper package she had brought. “I almost forgot. You haven’t had your morning meal, have you? I originally brought you some baozi², but they should be cold by now. I’ll have someone make some congee and bring it over.”

As she spoke, she started to get up but was pulled back by Song Muyun.

Two hands, both as white as snow, covered one another. Song Muyun looked up, the corners of her eyes tinged with red for some reason, her ink-black hair draped casually behind her. She said, “No need to trouble yourself. I want to eat the baozi.”

“Ah…”

Jiang Yao hesitated a little. “But the baozi are already cold. It’s not good to eat cold food, is it?”

Song Muyun shook her head with a faint smile. “It’s fine. I often eat cold food. It’s good enough to have something to eat.”

Jiang Yao froze, her expression momentarily very complicated. But she didn’t wait for a reply, releasing Jiang Yao’s hand, picking up the oil-paper package, and opening it layer by layer, revealing the snow-white skins of the baozi inside.

She reached for one, a bit of pleasant surprise leaking from her beautiful eyes. “They’re still a little warm. Thank you, Miss Jiang.”

The little fairy seemed very easy to satisfy. As long as someone treated her just a little bit well, she would be very happy.

This, in turn, made one’s heart soften even more.

Jiang Yao sat back down on the edge of the bed, watching her take small bites of the baozi.

There were two baozi, one with a meat filling and one with a vegetable filling. The first one she ate was the meat-filled one.

The aroma of meat instantly filled the entire small room.

Jiang Yao just sat to the side, resting her chin in her hand, watching her eat. Watching a beautiful person eat was also a feast for the eyes. A beauty like this, and Murong Qing thinks he’s worthy?

He sure is confident.

A scorching gaze fell upon her, and Song Muyun didn’t dare to look up, only obediently eating the baozi in small bites. After the two baozi were in her stomach, her complexion seemed to have become a bit rosier, and she finally looked to have some human vitality. Watching her, Jiang Yao also breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s still early, and you’re injured. Why don’t you sleep a little longer?”

Song Muyun gently shook her head. “I’ll accompany you.”

A guest was here. How could she abandon her guest to sleep alone?

Jiang Yao raised her hand, lightly stroking the dark circles under Song Muyun’s eyes. Then it landed on her still-unclothed, snow-white shoulder. There were also several red marks there, caused by the lash of a whip, a shocking sight to behold.

A warm hand landed on her shoulder. Skin touched skin. Song Muyun’s eyes widened slightly, her whole body stiffening, not daring to move. The tips of her jade-white ears disobediently stained a conspicuous blush. Almost imperceptibly, her shoulder arched upwards, brushing against Jiang Yao’s palm.

Jiang Yao also paused slightly. A moment later, she turned her head and gave a light cough. “Um, your injuries aren’t light. I have hands and feet, I don’t need you to accompany me. You should lie down and sleep for a while.”

On the way here, she had heard from the woman named Yan Jin that Murong Qing had only left at zishi³ last night. And she had arrived early today. Song Muyun probably hadn’t been able to get a good night’s sleep; her body must be exhausted.

However, the other party looked at her with a face of unparalleled, pure beauty, still insisting she wasn’t sleepy, clearly intending to accompany her.

Jiang Yao was a bit helpless. She raised a hand to tidy Song Muyun’s hair and suddenly asked, “What if I’m sleepy and want you to sleep with me for a while, would that be okay?”

Hesitation and uncertainty appeared in Song Muyun’s eyes. After a moment, she nodded lightly. The next second, she grew a little nervous, her plain white fingers clutching the corner of the quilt. “S-sleep right here? This place is narrow. I’m afraid you won’t sleep comfortably.”

A wooden bed this small was fine for one person, but it would be a bit crowded for two.

“It’s fine. We’re just catching up on sleep. We can just squeeze in.”

As she spoke, she raised her hands and took off her outer robe, leaning over to embrace Song Muyun. Amidst the other’s stunned expression, she pulled an inner garment out from behind her. “Do you like to sleep with clothes on or without?”

Song Muyun’s eyes went wide again. She frantically took the clothes and covered her chest, saying in a small voice, “With them on. I’m used to sleeping with them on.”

When sleeping alone, she could sleep however she wanted, but Miss Jiang was here, so naturally, she had to be more proper.

“Mm, then put it on.”

Jiang Yao handed her the clothes. She clutched the soft material, gave it a squeeze, nodded, and put it on. Then she looked up at Jiang Yao, not knowing how they were supposed to sleep.

Jiang Yao seemed much more natural than her. She directly lifted the somewhat thin quilt and slipped in, at the same time pressing Song Muyun’s body down, telling her not to sit up, and had her lie down with her in the not-so-warm bedding.

Song Muyun didn’t struggle or pause, naturally submitting to her. The body beneath her palm was soft, and the fabric of the undergarment felt a little cool.

Jiang Yao silently moved closer, her palm landing on the woman’s most supple waist and abdomen. A soft and gentle voice sounded by her ear, “Are you cold? Let me warm you up?”

This quilt was so thin. The quilts her own maids slept with were thicker than this. Song Muyun was a delicate woman; wouldn’t she catch a cold sleeping like this all the time?

Song Muyun turned her head to look at her, a bit of confusion in her eyes, and asked with great innocence, “How will you warm me?”

Jiang Yao immediately gave her a demonstration. The hand resting on her soft waist gradually pulled back, gathering the person who had suddenly understood something and was now a little flustered into her embrace. Then, she rested her chin on her shoulder, looked into her bewildered eyes, and said, “Like this. Martial artists have strong constitutions; we’re warm. In my arms, you won’t get cold.”

Song Muyun’s fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn’t dare to look at her, her heart a tangled mess of cotton floss. This was very improper. She was now a woman of a music house, unclean in the eyes of the world. How could she be held in Miss Jiang’s arms to sleep?

But… it really was so warm. She wouldn’t get cold at all anymore.

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A little longer than yesterday!

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