The Fox Demon and the Little Taoist - Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Although I had grown up in a Daoist temple, where there was little distinction made between men and women, I still froze for a moment.

“Young Master Li, as the ancients said, men and women should not touch hands when giving or receiving. As a cultivator of the Dao, I naturally have no issue with it, but sharing a room for the night may damage your good name.”

At my words, the scholar’s face turned even paler.

Realizing he had misspoken and lost his composure, he gave me a slight bow, his face full of shame, and left. But his lowered lashes could not hide the fear in his eyes.

He must have truly been terrified.

Watching that thin, solitary figure from behind, I actually felt the impulse to call him back.

I lay back down on the couch, tossing and turning for the first time, unable to fall asleep.

Then I suddenly heard a muffled cry from next door, as if he had been bitten by something.

My heart jolted, and I hurried over.

I found the scholar collapsed on the floor, bloodless as he clutched his ankle.

Two vicious fang marks-clearly left by a snake just now.

I found the snake curled up in the corner and struck its vital spot swiftly and ruthlessly.

After a few blows, the snake stopped moving.

The scholar’s fair face was covered in beads of sweat, tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

“Daoist Master, am… am I going to die?”

I crouched down and examined his wound. Since I had found it in time, it was not too troublesome.

Ever since I was little, my senior and junior brothers at the temple had bullied me in all sorts of ways, and I often found insects and snakes on my bed.

After enough times, I had long since stopped being afraid of them. One could even say I was half an expert.

“Don’t move. I’ll suck the venom out for you.”

My only thought was to save him. I had no other intentions and simply wanted to draw out all the poisoned blood as quickly as possible.

Unexpectedly, when I looked up, the Little Scholar was flushed red from the corners of his eyes to the tips of his brows.

Strange. Was the venom still taking effect?

Seeing the Little Scholar’s whole body growing hotter and hotter, his gaze becoming more and more peculiar, while he clutched my sleeve and refused to let go-

“Daoist Master, save me…”

Why had I never noticed before that the Little Scholar was so… beautiful?

I shook my head hard, jolted back to my senses, and dodged out of his embrace.

“This snake venom is far too dangerous. Wait here!”

I turned and did not see the disbelief on the scholar’s face when he lifted his head.

I came back carrying a bucket of icy well water and, without another word, poured it over him.

Droplets slid down from the scholar’s lowered, feather-like lashes, dripping one by one. His clothes, his hair-no part of him was spared.

The heat around him did seem to subside. Perhaps the well water was too cold, because now even my own neck felt chilly.

Seeing the scholar lower his head and remain motionless, I felt a little regretful.

Oh no. The night air was already heavy with cold. I couldn’t have made this frail Little Scholar catch a chill on top of everything else, could I?

“Young Master Li, how do you feel now?”

For some reason, I sensed a flash of inexplicable killing intent.

But before I could react, the Little Scholar was already trembling all over, his expression listless. He actually looked as if he were about to faint.