Chapter 114: I am Curious!

Xiu Qingcheng climbed onto the bed, her nose twitching forcefully twice.

A faint, barely-there scent became a few degrees clearer as Xiu Qingcheng got closer to the spot where Meng Yingxing had slept.

This smell— Xiu Qingcheng was familiar with it, very familiar.

But for a moment, she couldn’t recall exactly what smell it was.

However, it wasn’t exactly pleasant, making Xiu Qingcheng wrinkle her nose.

Xiu Qingcheng crawled to the spot where Meng Yingxing had slept and subconsciously grabbed the quilt Meng Yingxing had used.

She saw a dark stain on the bedsheet and quilt cover that seemed out of place with their color.

Combining this with what Meng Yingxing had just told her about sweating in his sleep, Xiu Qingcheng’s first reaction to this water stain was that her disciple had sweated it out.

But very quickly, Xiu Qingcheng’s expression changed slightly; her hand trembled, and she immediately threw the quilt aside, bouncing up from the bed and standing straight as a rod on the floor.

Everything was understood without words; those who understood would understand, and for those who didn’t, Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t say much more— it involved too much.

Anyway, Xiu Qingcheng now knew that Meng Yingxing had a dream while sleeping last night.

What kind of dream did her little disciple Meng Yingxing have last night?

She was really curious!

She also wondered who the person in his dream was.

Xiu Qingcheng recalled yesterday’s Saintess of the Ultimate Desire Sect, Nan Feixue; after her ‘appraisal at a glance,’ Nan Feixue was obviously a very likely target.

Although Meng Yingxing had been so calm and composed when facing Nan Feixue yesterday, who knew what he was thinking in his heart?

If it were Xiu Qingcheng at sixteen, believe it or not, she would have immediately given in to Nan Feixue.

So, Xiu Qingcheng guessed that the person Meng Yingxing dreamed about last night was most likely Nan Feixue.

Perhaps she was also partly to blame; she shouldn’t have dragged Meng Yingxing to read those erotic books yesterday.

Reading erotic books is wrong; children shouldn’t learn from them.

Xiu Qingcheng sighed with emotion.

But he was a young boy, after all; having such experiences and dreams was perfectly normal.

Xiu Qingcheng, who used to be a man, expressed understanding; she too had passed countless days and nights like this! And for her disciple to experience it just this once was no big deal at all!

It showed that her disciple had truly grown up.

Xiu Qingcheng felt her heart was a bit twisted, actually feeling gratified for Meng Yingxing.

She thought for a moment, then helped Meng Yingxing destroy all the unusable bedsheets and quilt covers.

When Meng Yingxing finished showering, changing clothes, and washing up, and came out of the washroom with a face full of embarrassment, he saw that the bedsheets he had slept on had vanished without a trace.

Meng Yingxing was startled in his heart and turned his gaze to Xiu Qingcheng.

There were only him and Xiu Qingcheng in this room, and since the bedsheets and quilt cover he had slept on were gone, it could only be Xiu Qingcheng’s doing.

At this moment, Xiu Qingcheng was sitting on the chaise longue by the window; seeing Meng Yingxing come out, she even nodded at him, looking as if nothing had happened.

“Disciple, done washing up?”

Meng Yingxing was speechless for a moment; looking at the fresh clothes he had changed into, he remained silent.

But Meng Yingxing knew that his Master, Xiu Qingcheng, who had lived for who knew how long, had already seen through everything.

Perhaps, no matter how much he tried to cover it up, it was useless.

Thinking of this, Meng Yingxing’s face turned pale and then green.

If it were a male master, Meng Yingxing might have barely been able to keep a straight face.

But Xiu Qingcheng was a woman.

And she was also the object of his dream last night.

Meng Yingxing couldn’t look Xiu Qingcheng in the eye at all right now—

He didn’t know why last night’s dream was so clear, but the moment Meng Yingxing saw Xiu Qingcheng’s clean, exquisitely beautiful face now, the image of Xiu Qingcheng in the dream, her face flushed red and stained with oil, would surface in his mind.

Even just thinking of Master looking like that made Meng Yingxing feel his head spinning.

Meng Yingxing: You really deserve to die!

Meng Yingxing suddenly gave himself a slap for no reason, leaving Xiu Qingcheng on the side stunned.

Wasn’t it just having a very normal dream? Was there a need to treat himself like this? Xiu Qingcheng felt Meng Yingxing was being a bit too strict with himself.

Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t imagine at all what was going through Meng Yingxing’s mind right now; she only thought he was feeling shy about dreaming of Nan Feixue last night.

Maybe she should guide and counsel him? Perhaps this was the first time Meng Yingxing had encountered such a thing?

Being a former ‘man,’ plus being Meng Yingxing’s Master, Xiu Qingcheng felt this was also her duty.

“Come, Disciple, sit over here. Master has something to say to you.”

Xiu Qingcheng’s tone was quite formal as she patted the empty space beside her on the chaise longue, signaling Meng Yingxing to sit over.

Knowing what his Master wanted to talk about, Meng Yingxing stared dead at the square foot of ground beneath his feet, pacing over step by step to sit down.

Xiu Qingcheng sat at one end of the chaise longue, and Meng Yingxing sat at the other end.

There was practically a distance of a hundred and eight thousand miles between the two.

Xiu Qingcheng: “?”

Xiu Qingcheng felt that her relationship with Meng Yingxing had become distant, not as close as before.

She leaned sideways toward Meng Yingxing, her hand with distinct, beautiful knuckles patting the spot beside her forcefully again.

“Disciple, sit over here!”

Meng Yingxing’s sitting posture at this moment was the same as usual, and he looked like nothing was wrong.

But hearing Xiu Qingcheng’s request now, Meng Yingxing shook his head like a rattle-drum.

“No need, Master, I’m fine sitting here.”

What? Did he feel he was dirty and didn’t dare to sit closer?

But who were they to each other?!

Xiu Qingcheng pursed her lips, raising her voice:

“Meng Yingxing, sit. Over. Here!”

Hearing Xiu Qingcheng’s slightly threatening voice, Meng Yingxing pretended to scoot toward her.

He really just wiggled once, moving no more than a centimeter.

The veins on Xiu Qingcheng’s forehead throbbed.

Since when had Meng Yingxing become so wishy-washy? Not coming over, right?

Then she would go over!

Xiu Qingcheng directly and quickly shifted horizontally to Meng Yingxing’s side, their left and right arms pressing tightly together.

However, at just this tiny physical contact, Meng Yingxing trembled like a startled bird, nearly flying out the window.

Seeing Meng Yingxing about to flee, Xiu Qingcheng was quick-eyed and deft-handed, grabbing his arm tightly.

Wasn’t it just having a very, very normal dream? Was there a need to be shy to this extent?

“What are you running for? I have something to say!”

Xiu Qingcheng’s voice was sonorous and forceful.

Seeing that he was caught, Meng Yingxing had no choice but to give up futile resistance, sitting beside Xiu Qingcheng as if he had thorns on his back.

“Run? Master, I wasn’t trying to run.”

Meng Yingxing had a look of indifference on his face, but unfortunately, that indifference was all shown to the floor.

“You’d better not be.”

Xiu Qingcheng glanced at Meng Yingxing.

“Disciple, ah, last night you…”

Xiu Qingcheng had just started speaking when Meng Yingxing interrupted her incredibly forcefully.

“Thank you for your concern, Master. Disciple slept very well last night. The time is just right now; I’ll go downstairs to practice swordplay.”

Meng Yingxing stood up with a swish.

Hmph? Trying to escape?

Xiu Qingcheng grabbed him back again.

This time, Xiu Qingcheng kept it short to prevent Meng Yingxing from running away with a straight face again.

“This kind of thing is very normal for men; it doesn’t matter. I won’t discriminate against you.”

“It shows that you are already a truly mature man. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Meng Yingxing was stunned listening to her.

Although Meng Yingxing hadn’t expected his Master to be so open-minded, listening to her speak made him feel incredibly ashamed.

Perhaps for the knowledgeable and experienced Xiu Qingcheng, his deeds last night were indeed very normal.

But Meng Yingxing felt the premise was that Master didn’t know who he had dreamed about yesterday.

If Master knew the object of his dream was her… probably no one would want to appear in such an improper dream, right?

Meng Yingxing lowered his head, nodding slightly, seeming to have taken Xiu Qingcheng’s words in.

“Master, it was an accident. It won’t happen again.”

Meng Yingxing said earnestly.

Since Xiu Qingcheng knew clearly, he had nothing to be afraid of anymore.

This time was really just an accident; he absolutely wouldn’t have it again in the future!

Patting Meng Yingxing’s shoulder, she added one last thing:

“It doesn’t matter. Usually, if you have any needs, I will give you private space, but pay attention to moderation, Disciple.”

She even wanted to recite the golden maxim she had heard before:

Young and knowing not , old and gazing !

Fill-in-the-blank challenge, start!

“No need, Master!!!!”

Meng Yingxing’s face exploded red again.

“These are all reasonable desires~ I understand, I understand everything~”

Xiu Qingcheng held up a finger, speaking logically with her eyes closed.

‘Master, you don’t understand anything!’

This sentence was something Meng Yingxing only dared to say in his heart.

Meng Yingxing originally thought this little interlude would pass just like that.

As a result, while eating breakfast with Xiu Qingcheng, she suddenly leaned close to his ear with a teasing look and asked curiously,

“Disciple, so who did you dream about last night? Was it Nan Feixue?”

Originally, Xiu Qingcheng didn’t want to ask.

But she was truly very curious. If this was really the first time in Meng Yingxing’s life that he had such a normal dream, she really wanted to know who exactly appeared in his dream.

If she didn’t ask, Xiu Qingcheng felt as uncomfortable as if ten thousand Meng Yingxings were crawling in her heart.

Meng Yingxing suddenly felt he couldn’t eat this breakfast anymore.

He had the right to remain silent.

However, Xiu Qingcheng kept talking non-stop:

“Then I’ll take your silence as confirmation that it was Nan Feixue. It couldn’t possibly be anyone else, right?”

“Then Disciple, in the dream… what happened between you and her?”

“What positions did you use? Was it really that comfortable in the dream?”

The more Xiu Qingcheng asked, the more excited she got; the more she asked, the more she wanted to know every detail, wishing she could just drill into Meng Yingxing’s head to see what dream he had last night!

Meng Yingxing threw away the chopsticks in his hand.

“Master, stop teasing me!!!”

He shouted with immense embarrassment, fleeing in panic and running out of the guest room.

Regarding the details of yesterday’s dream, he wouldn’t reveal a single word to Xiu Qingcheng even if he died!

Xiu Qingcheng looked up at the sky strangely.

“I wasn’t teasing him? I really wanted to know.”

“Could it be not Nan Feixue? It couldn’t possibly be me, right?”

“I am curious——”