Chapter Five Hundred Eighty, There’s More Than Just Head Patting, You Know
“Speaking of which.”
While chatting with Nian Nian, Young Master Sang asked again, “I can understand that you and Senior Sister Yan like to joke with each other.”
“But when Senior Sister Yan was about to kiss me, why did you trick me into thinking the Heavenly Treasure had appeared?”
He furrowed his brows in confusion, “Weren’t you eager for me to pursue Senior Sister Yan?”
Nian Nian shot him a sidelong glance and turned her head without answering.
“…Don’t ask. This system has its own reasons for doing things.”
“Oh.” Young Master Sang nodded obediently.
Nian Nian glanced at him again, realizing there was no suspicion in his eyes, and felt a pang of guilt.
He really… trusts her unconditionally.
But she couldn’t tell him it was because she felt jealous, could she?
That was the kind of thing you just couldn’t say out loud.
“Anyway, after talking to you this time, I feel much better.”
Young Master Sang stretched lazily and said, “Before, I always thought Senior Sister Yan was cold and distant after her awakening, which scared me a bit.”
“If I had known Senior Sister Yan was still so carefree at heart, I would’ve been relieved.”
Nian Nian opened her mouth but ultimately just lowered her head silently, mumbling:
“…Do you really like her that much?”
“Well, it’s something I promised Senior Sister Yan after all,” Young Master Sang said softly, “Besides… if I had to say.”
“Senior Sister Yan was once my white moonlight, you know.”
At least back then, that boy was still a nobody in the Water Moon Sect, struggling through the isolation and bullying from peers.
A stunning Senior Sister like Yan Rouwan, who treated everyone with kindness regardless of their status, was someone no one could dislike.
Young Master Sang guessed that among the male disciples at that time, there was no one who didn’t regard Yan Rouwan as a goddess on a pedestal.
Not even him.
During the sect meetings, he would occasionally sneak glances at her elegant and pure figure.
He asked himself, his secret gaze among the crowd was hardly innocent.
He didn’t dare question whether he had secretly been captivated by that breathtaking figure.
“Of course, back then I was just an unremarkable junior disciple.”
Young Master Sang chuckled and scratched his head: “Admiring her was one thing, but I never thought I would actually become friends with Senior Sister Yan.”
“Back then, even just speaking a word to her would have kept me awake for several nights!”
Nian Nian watched with a mix of nostalgia and warmth as he spoke, her lips curving into a smile.
“…Do you really like her that much?”
“She’s just my white moonlight,” Young Master Sang replied, shaking his head slowly. “Whether it was back at the Water Moon Sect, or later when Senior Sister Yan fell into the Demon Cult.”
“Even to this day, I still feel I’m not worthy of Senior Sister Yan.”
“Maybe in the eyes of the sect, Senior Sister Yan’s reputation has been tarnished since she was captured by the Demon Cult.”
“But to me, she will always be that ethereal fairy from the Water Moon Sect, the one I once admired.”
There was a rare softness in Young Master Sang’s gaze as he spoke to himself: “So, I have never had any expectations of Senior Sister Yan.”
“I’d rather she continue to live as the dazzling genius that amazes the cultivation world. Just keep shining brightly.”
Nian Nian stared at him, entranced.
“…I’ve never heard you say such things before.”
“After all, I’ve never mentioned it to anyone,” Young Master Sang chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head.
“It feels a bit like an embarrassing secret from my youth.”
Though it did sound a bit like an embarrassing history.
For some reason, Nian Nian felt a sourness in her heart.
White moonlight… just sounds too discomforting.
“Ah,” he suddenly said shyly, “let’s not tell Senior Sister Yan about this.”
“After all, I haven’t mentioned it to anyone, not even Little Ying.”
“Only you, Nian Nian, allow me to open my heart freely like this.”
Nian Nian looked at him with her beautiful eyes, and could only gently sniffle, giving a soft huff.
“Hmph. Got it. I’m not that nosy, you know.”
But what she didn’t say was.
Even if she didn’t mention it.
Whether Yan Rouwan could hear their conversation… was uncertain.
Perhaps, in her room, there was already someone lying on the bed twisting and turning in embarrassment. Nian Nian thought.
…
And as Nian Nian guessed, it was pretty much the same.
In Yan Rouwan’s room, her face was flushed as she held her cheeks, her heart racing.
“He, he, he, he…”
“He has been liking me all along?!”
“And he even mentioned white moonlight… mmm!”
Burying her face deep into her pillow, Yan Rouwan rolled around in bed, looking blissfully happy: “Ah! What should I do? I’m so happy!”
“I can’t hold back anymore! I want to run over and hug him for a fierce kiss right now!”
…
Meanwhile, after reconciling entirely with Nian Nian.
Young Master Sang yawned and said softly, “Let’s head back. I’m inexplicably tired today.”
After all, he had just been inexplicably beaten up.
“Anyway, as long as I know you’re safe, Nian Nian, and haven’t left my side, that’s all that matters.”
Young Master Sang sighed in relief: “Honestly, when I called for you and you didn’t respond, I was really shocked and got worried.”
“Who would’ve thought you turned into a cat?”
“By the way, can you still turn into a cat in the future?”
“What for?” Nian Nian immediately became alert, her hands instinctively protecting her front, giving him a look as if he were a creep, “What do you want to do to me?”
“Don’t be nervous, I’m just asking.”
Young Master Sang sulkily lowered his head: “Honestly, Nian Nian as a cat is really cute. And it feels nice to pet you…”
After saying that, he braced himself for the chase that Nian Nian would inevitably initiate.
Nian Nian did indeed prepare to hit him in embarrassment, but when she looked into his eyes, filled with a rare glimmer, she gradually withdrew her tiny fists.
“If, if you just want to pet me…”
“Not turning into a cat… it, it’s not impossible.” Her cheeks flushed slightly as she awkwardly averted her gaze.
Young Master Sang blinked.
Nian Nian stood there in front of him, looking lively.
Even when he tentatively reached his hand toward her, she surprisingly didn’t pull away.
Speaking of which.
Even though Nian Nian could always turn tangible.
Actual physical contact between them was quite rare.
He had thought she was resistant to contact, but it seemed like she was just shy.
Eventually, Young Master Sang’s hand rested on Nian Nian’s hair.
She trembled slightly, but quickly closed her eyes with a blushing face, letting out a soft coo.
Young Master Sang gradually increased the pressure of his stroking.
It felt just like when he was petting a cat.
After a while of this, Nian Nian, who had been keeping her eyes shut, suddenly spoke up:
“Not just head patting…”
“… It, it can be more, you know?”
Young Master Sang swallowed hard.
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