Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1623 - 1517: Playing the Rascal

She suddenly hated Song Yun, hated him deeply, hated his farewell without a word years ago, hated his silence, hated that he came and went.

Her heart was aching so much, so many years of emotions surged out, and no matter how high she held her head, tears still streamed from her eyes. Lin Qianxue decided to let herself go just this once, maintaining strength for so many years had worn her out.

Hugging her arms, she squatted down and cried aloud.

For a long time, Lin Qianxue finally stopped. All the grievances of so many years poured out, and her body and mind relaxed considerably. The water in the bucket had already cooled, which was not a difficult matter for the disciples of the Green Dragon Sect.

They were in the habit of taking cold baths, so after cleaning herself, Lin Qianxue donned a set of white robe pajamas, wrapped her hair with a dry towel, and walked out.

Originally, she had the habit of reading for a while before bed, but today Song Yun disrupted her mood. She prepared to climb straight into bed.

Walking to the bedside, she saw the quilt was bulging. Lin Qianxue’s expression first turned to delight, then became colder. It was as if a thing that was already lost had caused her to cry a lot, but it was found again, and the most hateful thing was knowing it would disappear once more.

Lin Qianxue gritted her silver teeth, striving to keep her inner balance, constantly telling herself there’s no need to stoop to the level of this rogue, after three seconds, five seconds, thirty seconds, Lin Qianxue finally spoke.

"Song Yun." Her voice was not loud but quite indifferent.

"....."

"Song Yun." Her voice was raised a bit.

"....."

"Song Yun." She yelled this time. After so many years, it was the first time Lin Qianxue spoke so loudly to someone. Initially, she wanted to maintain her calm, but facing this man, she recalled how Jinyu always said she would go mad, which she never understood. What could drive someone mad? Today, she experienced this feeling on a man.

"I was asleep." Song Yun’s voice came from beneath the quilt. He always liked sleeping with his head covered.

Lin Qianxue hesitated for a moment, then smirked derisively, grabbing the corner of the quilt and yanking it up angrily, shouting, "Get up!"

The moment the quilt was removed, Song Yun shrank into a shivering ball. Lifting his head, he addressed Lin Qianxue, "Junior sister, what are you doing? Give me the quilt. It’s so cold."

"What am I doing? What are you doing?" Lin Qianxue laughed out of anger.

"I’m sleeping." Song Yun answered with a puzzled look. This expression made Lin Qianxue feel she asked a rather foolish question.

"I didn’t say you couldn’t sleep. But... you’re sleeping in my bed."

"So what? Didn’t we always sleep like this when we were little?" Song Yun was even more perplexed.

"You do remember that was when we were little? Now we’ve grown up." Lin Qianxue gripped her hair, looking around for something to throw. How could there be such an annoying man?

Song Yun laughed heartily, sitting up, and while Lin Qianxue was inattentive, snatched the quilt, covering himself again, then sticking his head out to speak, "So you’re worried about this? It’s okay. We haven’t truly grown up."

"You haven’t grown up? But you’re... you’re..." Lin Qianxue struggled for words. On one hand, there were words she couldn’t utter, on the other, her brain, muddled by Song Yun, was reacting excruciatingly slowly.

"I really haven’t grown up. If you don’t believe me, touch and see." Song Yun said earnestly.

"Go to hell." She ran forward and yanked the quilt corner outward, Song Yun tightly clutching the other corner, refusing to let go. Their hands locked in a tug-of-war.

"Junior sister, let go, I’m very cold." Song Yun pleaded bitterly.

"I won’t let go. Get up. You can’t sleep in my bed."

"Then there’s no negotiating. I’ll sleep here tonight, we can chat into the night... keeping the light on works too."

"You’re a scoundrel."

"I know."

"Let go, give me my quilt."

"But I didn’t bring a quilt myself."

"You... if you don’t let go I’ll call someone." Lin Qianxue gasped, having just showered, she now broke out in a fragrant sweat.

"You call someone, I’ll take off my clothes." Song Yun said with a squinted smile.

"....."

Lin Qianxue stood dejected by the bedside, breathing heavily. She was speechless to this man. Shamelessness made invincible, Song Yun wins again without face.

Song Yun gleefully sat up, wrapping Lin Qianxue’s soft, pure white quilt still carrying her scent around his body, saying, "Half for each. Like when we were little."

"Since you like sleeping here, then sleep. I’ll go sleep somewhere else." Lin Qianxue turned to leave.

"You heartless one, want to leave after taking advantage?" Song Yun shouted from behind.

"What?" Lin Qianxue widened her eyes. Her long lashes fluttered.

It was alluring.

"Yes. If you leave, I’ll tell this to everyone I meet tomorrow morning. I slept in your bed tonight, oh, rest assured junior sister, I’ll speak truthfully, without exaggeration, but how others think, I can’t control, after all, although I’m the Sect Leader, I can’t control people’s thoughts."

"....."

"Junior sister, you’re wrong on this. You say we have a good night’s sleep, how nice it is to bond emotionally, today we part, not knowing when or where we will see each other again, but you place a knife between us, that’s wrong." Song Yun glanced at the gleaming short knife in the quilt, huddling closer to the wall.

"Dare to move, I’ll cut you." Lin Qianxue waved the knife angrily.

"Cut where?"

"....."

"Junior sister, after so many years, don’t you know my character? When have I ever wanted to take advantage of someone?"

Swish! A cold light flashed, a slit appeared on Song Yun’s clothes.

"Next time, it won’t be the clothes." Lin Qianxue said coolly.

Song Yun looked at Lin Qianxue’s expression, his eyes shifted, and smiled, saying "Junior sister, the night is long, too restless for sleep, let me tell you a story."

Not waiting for Lin Qianxue to agree or refuse, Song Yun already started narrating, "Once upon a time, there was a student, he often suffered insomnia, whenever everyone else in the dorm was asleep, he would see a chair moving, from one desk to another desk..."

After finishing the story, Song Yun glanced at Lin Qianxue’s reaction, said gloomily, "Why aren’t you scared at all? In novels, it’s not like this, when the male lead tells a ghost story, the heroine and supporting females all rush into the male lead’s arms..."

Lin Qianxue coldly glanced at Song Yun, her little mouth uttering two words: idiot.

"Unappreciative woman. I’m done talking. Sleep." Song Yun angrily turned over, loudly began snoring.

Lin Qianxue maintained her grip on the knife. This man was too cunning, she wouldn’t be easily deceived by him.