A Demon Realm Seductress Has Taken Down the Light of the Righteous Path (Futa High H) - Chapter 10

Lan Yunyun had never imagined that taking care of someone could be this exhausting, this troublesome!

This dog woman really goes crazy in the middle of the night!

Not sleeping at this hour and insisting on taking a bath!

What the hell is this!!!

Truly a person (and dog) full of nonsense!!!

She silently chanted the mantra “Don’t get angry, anger harms the body—who benefits from that?” over and over.

After repeating it dozens of times, the sleepy, half-awake Lan Yunyun finally managed to suppress her bed-rage and the urge to beat the female lead senseless.

After lying flat on the spot like a salted fish and self-regulating her endocrine system that had gone haywire from fury,

She finally dragged herself up in defeat and resignation, helped the female lead sit up, and was just about to lift her onto her back—

When she was shoved away hard.

?

??

???

Half-asleep Lan Yunyun was caught completely off guard by the push.

Her footing unsteady, she stumbled and fell backward onto the bedding.

She landed sitting sideways, one fair, soft hand braced against the ground for support, the other awkwardly hovering in mid-air. On her cute, slightly baby-fat face,

Her big, watery eyes were filled with huge disbelief.

Her plump, rosy lips formed a shocked little “O”.

At that moment, her mind was exploding with frustration and confusion:

“Crazy bitch!”

“Dog woman, what the fuck do you even want?!!”

Shaken with rage from one dog-move after another, Lan Yunyun was now fully awake.

Though awake, she still restrained her usual refined and easygoing demeanor.

She wanted to curse, but she couldn’t!

Not only could she not curse—she still had to hurry over and atone for sins! But she wasn’t Shou Yun at all!

What kind of life had she been living since transmigrating?!

What sin had she committed?!

Even finally getting some sleep was this torturous!

In a daze,

All the struggles, torment, pain, and despair of these past days surged up in her heart one after another. An unspeakable grievance and misery collided and churned inside her.

Her heart felt like it had been viciously grabbed, torn open, then crudely sewn back together.

She gasped in pain, the corners of her eyes red, teardrops trembling and sparkling at the edges.

She almost let out a sob, but in the end she held onto that last shred of stubborn dignity.

Her chest heaved. She refused to look at the dog woman. Clenching her fingers until the knuckles turned white, she bit her lower lip hard, swallowing back the sobs with little whimpers.

After calming down a bit,

She clumsily reached up to wipe the wetness from the corners of her eyes, then quietly approached again with renewed courage.

Fine!

Fine!

A beauty doesn’t argue with a bad dog!

Just treat it like taking care of a dog, Lan Yunyun—learn to broaden your perspective!

As she drew closer, she comforted herself. But before she’d moved even a few centimeters, she froze in shock.

?

She blinked her cute big eyes, wondering if she’d seen wrong.

But after blinking again—still the same sight: under the moonlight, a familiar yet unfamiliar face, pale with a faint flush, carrying traces of desire.

All of Lan Yunyun’s chaotic thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

?

What the hell is going on??

What happened???

Suddenly!

A terrifying possibility flashed through her mind!

Her watery eyes widened instantly, hands twisting anxiously.

This behavior!

Could the dog woman be—?!

Running a fever!!!

Yes!

It must be!

The dog woman had been pushed off a cliff, falling from such a terrifying height! And she’d even used herself as a meat cushion! Even with the protection of her Sacred Physique and Lan Yunyun’s timely infusion of spiritual power, she’d still lost all her cultivation! Plus blind and legs broken!

And then what?

For the sake of a comfortable sleep, Lan Yunyun had dragged her to the extremely yin-heavy cold stream to wash.

Sure, it was necessary—if they didn’t clean up promptly, rest would be impossible, and they’d never escape this death trap, let alone deal with the endless stream of demons and ghosts.

But she should have taken better care of her.

At the very least, she shouldn’t have let her get sick!

Forget everything else—if she died, Lan Yunyun wouldn’t survive till dawn either! The evil spirits here would devour her down to the bone scraps in minutes!

She absolutely could not die right now!

Master, I’ve seen the light.

Lan Yunyun instantly understood. Panicking, she ignored the faint resistance in the other’s expression, pounced forward without hesitation, wrapped one arm around her, and reached the other hand toward her forehead to check.

Smack!

Her hand was slapped away hard.

“What are you doing.”

Her voice was still cold and clear, but the tone was hoarse, laced with strange, ragged breathing.

“Don’t come near me.”

Listen to that! Her voice doesn’t even sound right anymore!

Lan Yunyun no longer cared about stubbornness or dignity—fuck that, her little life was on the line!

She didn’t even mind that her slapped hand stung a little. Instead, she grabbed the pale, strong, sword-calloused hand that had just knocked hers away.

“Senior Sister~ Are you okay?!”

She pressed close—close enough that her warm breath softly brushed the other’s cheek.

Careful, gentle, and meticulous, she observed her. Her bright eyes were cautious, as if gazing at the most precious treasure in heaven and earth.

If she weren’t afraid that forcibly undressing a feverish patient would make things worse, Lan Yunyun would have already stripped her to check her body temperature.

It’s over, it’s over!

If she really has a fever, how do we bring it down?

Does the xianxia world even have amoxicillin…?

…

Lan Yunyun was frantic with worry, her small head filled with huge questions.

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She was so close—warm, fragrant, soft jade—that Li Huaijin found it almost unbearable. Down below, there was a faint stirring of wanting to rise again.

No!

Absolutely not!

In her tense panic, she pushed her away somewhat clumsily.

“Enough!”

She growled low.

Lan Yunyun, suddenly yelled at: “?”

So… fever comes with irritability symptoms too?

Under the moonlight, Li Huaijīn’s white robes were pristine as snow, her bearing ethereal like wind, cold and strikingly handsome, like an exiled immortal. Yet her face was pale with a flush, full of desire. Long crow-feather lashes trembled; her eyes were dull and dim, revealing nothing of her emotions—just like the person she was right now.

Lan Yunyun suddenly felt the female lead seemed a little dark and frightening.

This reaction… it shouldn’t be like this.

Something felt off.

But she couldn’t quite put her finger on what.

Still, she was genuinely worried, so she took the initiative to offer an out and break the awkward, tense silence between them: “Senior Sister, I understand you want to go wash~”

“But, from my experience…”

“You have a fever!”

The girl’s soft, mushy voice carried thick, melting concern: “Senior Sister.”

“What you need most right now is proper rest. Okay?”

Moonlight cool and clear.

Li Huaijin coldly watched the girl who was worrying over her, suddenly feeling like a ridiculous clown.

“I don’t.”

Her clear, cold voice echoed.

With that flushed, heated face just now—how could she not have a fever? The female lead was just being a stubborn duck with a hard mouth!

Lan Yunyun felt that since transmigrating, she had rolled her eyes more times than in her previous nineteen years combined.

After a wordless silence, the stalemate was suddenly broken.

“Carry me over.”

Li Huaijin’s voice had returned to normal.

“I won’t say it twice.”

Seeing her already resolute, cold, and indifferent expression, Lan Yunyun knew nothing would change her mind.

So she obediently walked over and wrapped her arms around her—but she didn’t fully obey by immediately carrying her on her back.

First she pressed her soft palm firmly against the other’s back.

“Shou Yun!”

Li Huaijin was just about to snap—

When she felt an unfamiliar yet warm stream of spiritual power flow from the girl’s palm into her body.

Her divine sense saw the girl’s face turn pale. She withdrew her hand, then—with some effort—hoisted her onto her back, mumbling sulkily: “Okay okay~ I get it~”

“I won’t stop you anymore~”

“But the stream water is too cold.”

Carrying her, she stepped out of the array one heavy step at a time. The midnight cold stream’s sandy shore was eerie and terrifying; the bone-chilling wind under the moonlight froze their bodies.

Yet where they touched was warm.

She heard the girl say gently:

“I put a protective spiritual layer on you.”

“Don’t get sick.”