No Joy in the Hehuan Sect - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I was hiding under Luo Wuhuan’s blankets when I suddenly had a dream.

I dreamed that this world was actually the setting of some ridiculously melodramatic novel.

And I, Xie Xiaoxiao, was nothing more than a horny female side character.

In the end, this vicious female side character was beaten back into her true form, skinned, had her sinews pulled out, and was turned into a rug.

I shuddered violently in terror.

I was so panicked that I failed to hear Luo Wuhuan open the door.

It wasn’t until he lifted the blankets and our eyes met that I realized I’d been caught red-handed.

Remembering the possessiveness of the man in the original novel, I silently grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it back over my head.

Luo Wuhuan: “?”

Luo Wuhuan dug me out from under the blankets.

When he saw my deathly pale complexion and unfocused eyes, he looked at me with concern and reached out to feel my forehead.

“Xiaoxiao, why do you look so listless? Are you feeling unwell?”

Luo Wuhuan’s beautiful, fair hand, carrying the faint scent of wood, waved right in front of me.

Normally, I would have been unable to restrain my instincts and would have licked it on the spot.

But now, for the sake of not becoming a rug in the future, I could only desperately suppress my restless heart and say with utter grief, “It’s nothing. It’s just that the weather has been getting cold lately, so I came early to warm the Young Sect Master’s bed.”

Oh, when I said I was warming his bed, there wasn’t the slightest hint of anything improper about it. I simply meant warming the bedding.

For what little it’s worth, my true form is a thick-furred snow leopard. I was born with the constitution of a natural heater.

At my words, Luo Wuhuan froze. “But it’s only July.”

He looked at me suspiciously, his eyes seeming to hold a thousand unspoken questions.

Given my long record of offenses, he had every reason to be suspicious.

Counting tonight, this was already the one hundred and twentieth time I’d climbed into Luo Wuhuan’s bed.

The first several dozen times, I had followed the examples in those storybooks and climbed into bed wearing nothing at all. Luo Wuhuan had turned me back into my true form and sent me dazedly back to my cave dwelling.

I figured he might prefer the beauty of being half-veiled, so I started climbing into bed fully dressed.

Those clothes worked like a charm. Luo Wuhuan finally stopped turning me back into my true form.

But whenever I kissed him, he punished me by making me hand-copy books.

The Hehuan Sect didn’t have that many proper cultivation manuals, and after copying those several dozen books, I could now recite them backward without a problem.

In short, I had never once tried to hide my intention to seduce Luo Wuhuan.

Naturally, Luo Wuhuan wasn’t going to believe anything I said about warming his bed.

At the look of disbelief on his face, every inch of my fur began to ache faintly.

I dropped down like a leopard and immediately gave him a grand bow right there on the bed.

“I was immature before and made one… more than a hundred jokes at the Young Sect Master’s expense, but I’ve repented now! I won’t harbor any improper intentions toward the Young Sect Master ever again!”

The problem was, I had already been kneeling at the edge of the bed, with Luo Wuhuan standing right in front of me.

As my hands moved up and down, the sash at Luo Wuhuan’s waist somehow caught around my wrist.

Along with my resounding declaration of repentance, I yanked his belt open, and his fair, lean waist appeared right before my eyes.

Me: “…”

Luo Wuhuan: “…”

Luo Wuhuan slowly gathered his robes closed and gave me a meaningful look.

“Was this another joke?”

Shit!