Hearing My Beautiful Senior Brother's Heart - Chapter 2

I abruptly snapped back to my senses and realized what I had done. Just as I was about to pull my hand away, I paused, deliberately pressed my fingertip against his lips, and smiled with my eyes curved.

“Senior Brother Ying, your lips are so soft.”

Under my gaze, Ying Zhijing’s expression remained calm, but the snowy nape of his neck and his earlobes flushed red with a boom.

I withdrew my hand, took a small porcelain bottle from my pouch, and got down to business. “This is a month’s worth of medicine. The Niwang Realm opens tomorrow. I’ve already spoken to the elders and asked them to let me in.”

At first, the Niwang Realm had been a secret realm meant for disciples of the various sects to temper themselves. But ever since Ying Zhijing, hailed as a once-in-a-generation cultivation genius, crawled out of it covered in blood three years ago, it had become forbidden ground.

Ying Zhijing’s brows drew together slightly. He caught my wrist with a turn of his hand and asked, “What are you going into the Niwang Realm for?”

I said, “To find Chencao.”

Chencao was the key to healing Ying Zhijing’s internal injuries. It was probably a case of needing something from the same source to cure the wound.

But finding Chencao was only one reason. More than that, I wanted to know what Ying Zhijing had experienced in the Niwang Realm back then.

Ying Zhijing coughed and did not take the porcelain bottle. “I’ll go with you.”

I looked at his pale face and fell silent.

Ying Zhijing: “…”

[What is that look in Junior Sister’s eyes? Does she think I can’t do it?

[Wuwuwu, I might as well smash my head into a block of tofu and die.

[The fragile beauty thing is just my persona. In reality, I can take on five people by myself, no problem.]

The moment his inner voice fell silent, Ying Zhijing propped himself against the headboard and looked at me. His beautiful eyes seemed veiled in a faint mist.

Me: “…”

A delicate beauty would always hit my exact weakness. I had no resistance whatsoever.

I said, “Then you need to rest properly tonight. Sleep early and build up your strength.”

Ying Zhijing said, “All right.”

I tucked the medicine back into my pouch and looked through the propped-open window toward the lush green medicinal fields on the distant peak.

I hope you survive tonight, Jing Sect.

Before Ying Zhijing was injured, he had been the type to brook no disagreement. After he was injured, the elders did not even dare raise their voices at him, so two more people were added to our trip to the Niwang Realm.

The talisman cultivator Yunzhu, and the sword cultivator Cheng Tan.

Spiritual power poured into the intricate formation, stirring up specks of fluorescent light. Fifth Elder sobbed as he waved his handkerchief and cried,

“You must all take good care of yourselves!

“We’ll be waiting here for you to come back!

“Zhijing, you absolutely have to watch your injuries!”

Ying Zhijing leaned against me, his head lowered and buried against the side of my neck. He lifted a hand and casually waved it twice.

He looked dispirited on the outside, but inside, he was wildly happy.

[I! Am! On a date! With Junior Sister!

[This counts as a date, right? This counts as a date, right?

[Ahhh, a small step forward today means a giant leap tomorrow!

[Today we date, tomorrow we get married!]

I glanced at the two people Ying Zhijing had ignored. Cheng Tan’s face was expressionless as he looked straight ahead. Yunzhu swept his gaze over at us in what he clearly thought was a subtle manner, wearing the deranged expression of someone who had just found his favorite ship.

I patted Ying Zhijing’s waist. Then, under Ying Zhijing’s startled gaze, I calmly withdrew my hand, blinked, and said, “You’ve gotten thinner.”

Ying Zhijing made a soft sound of acknowledgment, his cool fingertips brushing over the hem of his robe.

[Thinner? Uglier?

[Am I turning into a scrawny little weakling with barely any muscle??

[No. When we get back, I have to train. Even if I cough up three liters of blood, I have to train!]

I could almost see the tiny version of Ying Zhijing inside his heart stomping in fury.

I could not help laughing. “Your health isn’t good. You should eat more. Maybe I should refine some pills to improve your appetite.”

Ying Zhijing shook his head. “No need to trouble yourself.”

He had never cared much for food before, and after his injury, he spent his days relying on pills to keep himself alive. He ate even less than before.

“Senior Sister Ah Ran.”

Yunzhu turned his head and asked sincerely, “Senior Sister Ah Ran, do you have any pills that suppress appetite?”

Cheng Tan reached out and turned Yunzhu’s head back around. “Forget it. If you don’t move your legs and control your mouth, you’re not going to lose weight. Stop thinking about shortcuts.”

Yunzhu let out an “ah” and said, “You annoy me so much, Cheng Tan.”

Cheng Tan gave a cold laugh, withdrew his hand indifferently, and kept looking straight ahead.