If Extra 6
Older Ancestor Top x Scheming Crane Bottom (End)
He Ying’s expression started to become somewhat indescribable. If I knew you liked me, I wouldn’t have secretly liked you! I would have hugged and kissed you long ago!
“Even though you say you don’t like me, that doesn’t stop me from liking you.” He Ying moved closer, very close, her gaze seemed to be wrapped around her, and her tone was like threads entangling her as she said, “Shen Yu, I like you. I like you as a lover. I want to hug you, kiss you, and do everything possible with you.”
Shen Yu’s gaze sharpened, suddenly landing on He Ying’s lips, a thought popping into her head: her lips are really beautiful, moist, and bouncy.
“Moreover…” He Ying slightly bit her lip and whispered in her ear, “A lover is the one who accompanies you the longest.”
Shen Yu’s body stiffened, the warm breeze blowing on her earlobes, slightly moist and ticklish, she clearly felt her heart tightening.
“Shen Yu, I want to be with you forever.” She reached out to hug her waist, slowly leaning herself against her, looking up and softly saying, “Forever, forever.”
A lifetime is not enough, I want to be bound together through all lifetimes.
Too close.
Shen Yu hurriedly pushed her away and stood up, looking down at her, her brows tightly furrowed. She still couldn’t quickly snap out of the realization that the little cub she raised actually wanted to sleep with her. It shouldn’t be, why would she have such a thought?
She suddenly started to ponder deeply, looking particularly conflicted.
“Why do you have such thoughts? Did I do something wrong to make you think I was seducing you?”
She looked down at her own attire, clearly very normal, even extremely conservative. There was nothing that could be considered seductive.
Hearing her words, He Ying’s eyes widened slightly, then she burst into laughter, her face turning red. What should she do? How could Shen Yu be so adorable? She liked her even more, what to do?
She stood up and looked Shen Yu in the eye, seriously saying, “You don’t need to look at your own attire, mine is the one meant to seduce you.”
“As for why I have such thoughts, I really want to know too.” She tilted her head and smiled gently, “I don’t know when it started, but I just wanted your gaze to be on me. I wanted all your special attention, and I found all your actions excessively beautiful. Such a wonderful you only made me want to keep you by my side forever, to monopolize you.”
Although she was smiling, Shen Yu felt as if a vine was wrapping around her, and the other end of the vine was in He Ying’s hand.
She couldn’t move her feet.
“Shen Yu, wouldn’t it be nice if I always stayed with you?” He Ying’s eyebrows drooped slightly, looking somewhat sad. She gently hugged Shen Yu, whispering in her ear, “A spirit’s life is very long. Many spirits have numerous partners throughout their lives, but I am different. I only want you.”
“Only you, and I only want to give to you.”
Shen Yu’s heart trembled for a moment. A heart that had never been swayed by love suddenly began to waver. Only wanting you, this kind of words was truly very tempting.
But, but this was the little cub she raised!
Seeing her frown deepening, He Ying also understood that she shouldn’t push too hard. She raised her hand and gently rubbed her brow with her fingertip, softly saying, “You don’t need to think so much or care so much. We are spirits, inherently unrestrained. Why impose so many human-like rules and restrictions on ourselves?”
“I won’t force you to make a decision now. From now on, you can look at me from a different perspective, see if I’m suitable to be the one who shares your life.”
Smoothing her brow, He Ying finally smiled happily. She blinked at Shen Yu and said, “After all, we have a long time. You have plenty of time to think.”
To be precise, there was still enough time until she reached adulthood.
After He Ying returned to her room, Shen Yu stood alone in the hall for a long, long time, her expression dark and unreadable.
Since they opened up, the relationship between the two seemed to have shifted, with He Ying taking more care of her.
Shen Yu furrowed her brows as she looked at the table full of dishes. “When did you learn this?”
How did she not know that He Ying had learned this?
He Ying picked up some food with chopsticks and placed it in her bowl, then rested her chin on her hand and said, “I learned it with my classmates in college. Try it and see how it tastes.”
Shen Yu didn’t know what expression to make now. She had only learned to make millet porridge all these years, but in such a short time, He Ying had made a table full of delicious dishes?
She picked up the food He Ying had given her and tasted it. The seasoning was just right, it was her favorite flavor, and the taste was unexpectedly good.
“Delicious,” she said flatly.
Hearing her say this, He Ying didn’t mind the coldness in her voice. She pursed her lips and smiled gently, squinting her eyes, “Then I’ll cook for you from now on.”
This way, she wouldn’t have to make any more millet porridge. No matter how good something was, it couldn’t be eaten three times a day, every day, year after year. But to protect her pride, she couldn’t bluntly say it. She could only try to eat her fill outside before coming back.
But since she started elementary school, things had gotten much better. Perhaps Shen Yu had also tasted human delicacies and often took her to try various foods outside before coming back, so naturally, there was no need to make millet porridge anymore.
Shen Yu didn’t respond to her words, instead, she started picking up the food herself. Although her expression didn’t change much, He Ying could somehow tell that she was eating happily.
Seeing her cooking so appreciated, He Ying’s smile widened.
After dinner, they sat on the sofa watching TV together. Suddenly, He Ying asked, “Do you want to fly to the sky?”
Shen Yu’s hand, which was pressing the remote control, suddenly stopped. She turned to look at her, not speaking.
He Ying blinked at her, smiling happily, “I can take you flying now.”
This sentence piqued Shen Yu’s interest. Flying in the sky was something she had always thought about. Now that He Ying offered, why would she refuse?
“Okay,” she responded with a touch of reserve.
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He Ying secretly pursed her lips and smiled. Did she notice her eyes light up?
Since she promised to take her flying, He Ying wouldn’t break her promise. She went outside and transformed into her true form, then turned to Shen Yu and said, “You might need to become smaller.”
Her current true form wasn’t large, and if she had to use her spiritual power to maintain a larger size while flying, it would consume too much energy.
Without He Ying saying anything, Shen Yu knew what to do. She reverted to her true form, becoming a cub only two or three months old, and the next moment, she was on He Ying’s back.
When He Ying turned back and saw the little cub on her back, her eyes filled with a deep smile. Who would have thought that the outwardly cold and strict Shen Yu’s true form was actually a panda with a little tuft of hair?
She spread her wings and soared into the sky. The wind brushed past them, and Shen Yu finally experienced the feeling of flying. Looking down at the increasingly small objects below, she squinted contentedly.
“Shen Yu, do your clansmen know what your true form looks like?”
He Ying asked from the front. She wondered if knowing their ancestor had a tuft of silly hair on her head would affect her authority.
Shen Yu glanced at her and said indifferently, “Do you think I would let them know?”
She always wore a mask within the clan. They still didn’t know what she looked like, so how could she possibly let them see her true form?
He Ying thought about it carefully and realized it was true. Despite Shen Yu’s usual indifferent demeanor, she cared a lot about her image—so much that she couldn’t afford to lose face, even if it meant losing money.
She didn’t continue with the topic, but instead flew even faster, thinking that Shen Yu would enjoy the sensation of flight.
And she was right; Shen Yu did enjoy it very much.
After flying over the entire southwest region, they finally returned home. Turning back into human form, He Ying said, “Anytime you want to experience this again, just let me know. We can explore more places together.”
She wanted to fly with Shen Yu all over the country and leave their footprints worldwide. As long as she was with her, everything was perfect.
Shen Yu responded with a simple “Hmm,” and said no more.
Their relationship could never return to the way it was before, thanks to He Ying’s deliberate changes. Now, it felt more like the dynamic between a pursuer and the pursued, except this pursuer did not exert any overt pressure. Their interactions were calm yet filled with subtle hints of affection.
This slow and steady approach allowed Shen Yu to gradually fall into He Ying’s trap, realizing too late that she couldn’t escape.
She became accustomed to He Ying’s kindness and special attention. Whenever she noticed even a little bit of that attention directed toward someone else, it filled her with a sense of frustration, ruining her mood for a long time.
She especially disliked He Ying getting close to others, particularly those with ulterior motives.
As time passed, He Ying never brought up the topic of her feelings again. It was as if those past confessions never happened. Although their interactions had subtly changed, the subject of love was never revisited.
Shen Yu lay on a rocking chair in the courtyard, eyes closed, basking in the spring sunlight, yet feeling restless inside.
Reflecting on her years with He Ying, she started to wonder if those confessions were just youthful ignorance. Now that He Ying was older and more mature, did she realize how laughable those feelings were and thus avoided mentioning them?
She thought about how He Ying was spending more and more time with others, resembling those girls on TV who would do anything to meet their boyfriends.
Her expression darkened slightly. Did He Ying now understand that her youthful words were childish and was she now experiencing real love?
At this time, He Ying was busy studying and had no idea what the ancestor at home is pondering. If she knew, she would find it both funny and frustrating.
Hadn’t she been watching her all these years? She’d been trying to attract her in the same ways. When had she ever dressed provocatively to go out? All those styles were reserved exclusively for her. Had she been blind all these years?
He Ying was now focused on learning how to decorate a cake from her master, knowing that soon she would come of age and have to give Shen Yu an answer. She had been waiting for this day for decades.
Finally, the day of her coming-of-age arrived. She declined Lady He’s offer to celebrate, wanting only Shen Yu to give her a special adult ceremony.
She had waited for this day for so many years. In her clan, a hundred years marked adulthood, and she had suppressed her feelings for far too long.
On this day, Shen Yu showed some sentiment by giving her a piece of jade, claiming it had a nurturing effect on the soul.
He Ying accepted it, holding onto something else in her hand. She didn’t want to give it to Shen Yu too soon, preferring to wait for the right moment that night.
She made herself a cake and, at He Ying’s request, Shen Yu made a bowl of millet porridge. Simple as it was, He Ying still set a romantic tone by lighting candles.
Standing in the dim candlelight, there was no birthday song, nor even a simple “happy birthday.” He Ying cut a small piece of cake and fed it to Shen Yu herself, her eyes reflecting a soft light in the candle glow.
“Try it. I made it just for you.”
Shen Yu glanced at the cake before finally opening her mouth to eat it. The sweet taste of the cream was just right, not overwhelming, making her want more. So when He Ying offered a second bite, she accepted it gladly.
Watching Shen Yu eat the food she fed her without any refusal, He Ying smiled, her gaze lingering on her. After feeding her the entire small plate of cake, she suddenly put the plate down and pulled Shen Yu into her arms.
Nuzzling against her neck, she sighed, “Shen Yu, do you know how long I’ve waited for this day?”
Shen Yu initially stiffened in her embrace but gradually relaxed, letting He Ying lean against her.
Her heartbeat gradually speeding up.
“Shen Yu, do you remember when I said I liked you?” He Ying whispered in her ear, “I think I deserve an answer now.”
“Shen Yu, I like you. Will you accept me?”
Suddenly, Shen Yu felt something being placed into her hand. She touched it and realized it was a feather.
“This is a feather that falls from each members of the White Crane Clan when they reach adulthood. It’s unique to each one of us. My mother said this feather is only given to the one we want to spend our life with. I’m giving it to you now. Will you accept it?”
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The feather felt smooth and delicate. Shen Yu rubbed it with her fingers but didn’t immediately respond.
He Ying didn’t push her, just held her quietly, awaiting her judgment.
Time seemed to pass incredibly slowly, each second a form of torture.
Just as He Ying’s heart began to cool, she felt Shen Yu’s arm around her waist and heard her speak.
“Are you sure you’ll always stay by my side? Only belong to me?”
A wide smile spread across He Ying’s face as she hugged Shen Yu tightly. “Of course. I think I’ve behaved quite well these years.”
She had never shown any signs of fickleness or inconstancy.
Shen Yu frowned, seeming a bit displeased. “You’ve been running around a lot lately!”
She spent so little time at home and still dared to say she behaved well?
Hearing her somewhat sullen tone, He Ying chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, “I’ve been out learning to make cakes from my master. Otherwise, how do you think the cake you just ate came to be?”
Upon hearing this, Shen Yu suddenly felt embarrassed, a sense of awkwardness spreading through her body. Exposing her thoughts like this made her seem petty.
He Ying didn’t tease her. She released Shen Yu, looked into her eyes, and said softly, “Shen Yu, thank you for making my coming-of-age ceremony blossom.”
Your response has covered me in flowers for the future.
Shen Yu seemed a bit embarrassed by her gaze, turned away, and pursed her lips without saying anything.
Suddenly, a pair of soft hands cupped her cheeks, and He Ying’s stunning face appeared again in her vision, with candlelight in her eyes seeming to turn into blazing flames, leaping with a burning intensity.
“Shen Yu, I’ve held back for decades,” He Ying said in a hoarse voice. Then, under Shen Yu’s watchful gaze, she leaned in and kissed Shen Yu’s lips.
Soft, softer than imagined; fragrant, more enchanting than imagined. He Ying lovingly nibbled and licked, becoming more passionate as Shen Yu gradually indulged.
The chair was accidentally knocked over, and along the way, various things were bumped and fell. Suddenly, He Ying stopped kissing Shen Yu, burying her face in her neck and laughing muffledly.
Just now, what kind of fools were she and Shen Yu? Why did they forget that they were both spirits?
Seeing the mess on the floor, Shen Yu seemed to understand the reason for He Ying’s laughter. Just as she was about to say something, He Ying suddenly blocked her lips again, and in an instant, they appeared in Shen Yu’s bedroom, falling onto the large, soft bed.
He Ying pressed down on Shen Yu, kissing her eyes and brows bit by bit, sighing in her heart, how could there be someone like Shen Yu? Every little thing about her was exactly in line with her absolute aesthetic preference, so beautiful that she could never get enough.
Shen Yu’s breathing became a bit rapid, her hands resting on He Ying’s waist, unable to tell if she wanted to push He Ying away or pull her closer.
“Shen Yu, is this okay?” He Ying asked hoarsely in her ear. Perhaps because she had endured for too long, now that there was a sudden chance to release, her eyes were tinged with a blush, making her look especially alluring.
Shen Yu didn’t answer her question, but when He Ying kissed her again, she responded.
He Ying’s heart suddenly exploded, like countless splendid fireworks going off, making her mind vividly colorful.
The belt wrapped around her fingertips, then loosened under her movements, along with the loosened collar, gradually revealing the fair skin beneath.
He Ying’s heart tightened, even her actions were faintly trembling, her nose suddenly felt a bit sour.
She finally had her moonlight.
“You, you do know how, don’t you?” Shen Yu asked suddenly, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Why did this person stop suddenly?
He Ying sniffled, lowered her head, and kissed her lips. “Of course I know.”
She had put in considerable effort for this day.
“Hmph—” Shen Yu frowned lightly. Having never experienced such a feeling before, she now felt as if she were drowning, her breathing becoming difficult.
Why, why would she have this strange feeling?
Her hands tightly gripped the sheet beneath her, her body instinctively arching upward, and He Ying scooped her into her arms.
“Don’t be afraid,” He Ying murmured in her ear, her every move filled with gentleness, afraid that Shen Yu might feel any discomfort.
Shen Yu turned her head to block her mouth. At this moment, she felt that the more He Ying spoke, the more unbearable it became, accompanied by a sense of shame.
He Ying obediently stopped speaking. She suddenly moved her lips downward, kissing the corner of her lips, then slid her body down.
“Hm—” Shen Yu’s vision suddenly became a bit blurred, her knuckles gripping the sheet completely white, biting her lips in an attempt to hold back the sounds about to escape her mouth.
So, so it could be like this?
Her gaze was somewhat vacant, staring at the ceiling, her chest heaving from the intense sensory stimulation. She knew that now, as long as she slightly lowered her head, she could see what He Ying was doing, but at this moment, she didn’t have the courage to look.
When He Ying felt her body stiffen again, she climbed up to intertwine their fingers, kissing her face bit by bit, softly calling her name in her ear.
Shen Yu’s gaze was still unfocused, not reacting to her call. After a long time, her eyes suddenly moved, falling on He Ying’s face close at hand.
She had never known it could feel like this, nor that the stimulation He Ying brought could be so strong, so strong that even recalling it now made her heart race.
Seeing her come back to her senses, He Ying kissed her eyelids, smiling gently. “No discomfort, right?”
Shen Yu didn’t answer her question.
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But He Ying didn’t need her to answer. Her kisses turned passionate again, caressing her skin, slowly reaching the destination she wanted to reach.
Shen Yu’s brows suddenly furrowed, as if feeling uncomfortable. He Ying immediately stopped all her movements, moving forward to kiss her eyebrows and eyes, soothing her emotions, making her actions as gentle as possible.
Tears welled up in Shen Yu’s eyes. She actively raised her hand to tightly embrace He Ying, their soft bodies pressing against each other, spreading the tingling sensation throughout them, the desire for each other growing stronger.
Everything that followed seemed to overturn Shen Yu’s entire world. She became a leaf, falling from the tree onto the surface of the lake, drifting along with the water, tossed by the sudden rainstorm, battered and bruised.
The rain pounded on her tender leaf surface, almost piercing through with the drops, the suffocating feeling forcing her to dive into the water, trying to escape the onslaught.
After everything calmed down, Shen Yu lay in He Ying’s arms, closing her eyes to steady all the turbulent emotions, revealing a rare fragility.
He Ying held her quietly, looking at her delicate features, slightly flushed cheeks, and the lips she had bitten herself. She kissed them lovingly, starting to reflect on whether she had gone too far tonight.
Clearly, she had said to stop, but she couldn’t help but want her again and again.
Truly, she could never leave her.
“Shen Yu,” He Ying called softly, nuzzling her cheek.
“Mm.”
“I love you.”
The author has something to say:
The extra story of the ancestor is complete.
Regarding yesterday’s three options, I thought you all would say no, drinking is bad, better not drink. But unexpectedly, someone said if my alcohol isn’t enough, they’d send me some (crying while covering my mouth).
You seem to have a bit of love, but not much (shaking head).
