The Villainess Is All Charm - Chapter 2

Clouds and mist curled through Jianling Sect as a few yellowing leaves drifted from the trees.

Carrying the antidote, I made my graceful way to Ao Yi’s door.

“Young Master Yi.”

My own voice came out soft and sweet.

Those strange floating comments returned.

[The villainess is actually going to drug Ao Yi???]

[Not gonna lie, I’m kind of into this scheming-beauty setup. Dragons are supposed to be insanely powerful—and they have two. The villainess is a fragile mortal whose only asset is her beauty. Just imagine that contrast: all that rough strength against someone so delicate. She says she can’t take any more in that sweet little voice, but a dragon tail coils around her waist and coaxes her to take it anyway…]

My face heated. What utter nonsense were these people talking about?

Still, after picturing it, I suddenly felt a little afraid. I was just considering retreat when the door opened.

A tall figure stood before me, carrying a cool, clean fragrance. I raised my head to see Ao Yi’s face, only to find that no matter how hard I looked, I could never quite make out his features.

He must have cast some secret art. No wonder everyone unconsciously overlooked him.

“Young Master Yi, I brought you an antidote. Please, have some.”

Ao Yi’s gaze rested on me for a moment.

Not long ago, He Yangzhou and his companions had entered Bloodrealm Forest to rescue someone. The forest’s mist was poisonous, and everyone who went in had been afflicted. Without Jianling Sect’s aid, they might all have died there.

Now they were recuperating within our sect, and the Purple Sun Decoction could cure the poison in that mist.

Even as a dragon, Ao Yi had been affected. He picked up the bowl and drained it in one swallow.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Young Master Yi, there’s something about cultivation I’d like to ask you. Would you have a moment?”

I looked up at him. A breeze stirred the soft silk draped around my arms, letting it brush teasingly over his.

Ao Yi’s expression did not change. “You may ask Junior Brother He.”

A trace of hurt entered my eyes. “There are too many people around Young Master He. Could you help Yun Jiao instead?”

Few people had ever managed to refuse me. Ao Yi was one of them.

He regarded me calmly, as though he could see straight through my performance. “My cultivation is unremarkable. I fear I cannot help you, Miss.”

“That’s all right. I’d be happy just to talk with you.”

Then I let myself into his room.