“If it hurts, just hold it in.”
Although Chen Qing showed no mercy with her words, the force in her hands honestly lightened a bit.
“Oh.”
Seeing Chen Qing’s fierce glare, Su Mu could only turn her head back around.
Had she done something to anger her again? Why had she suddenly become so aggressive?
As Su Mu pondered this, her gaze drifted to the bowl of white porridge on the vanity.
Right, she must have brought it here specially for her. Leaving the porridge to sit and cool like this was basically slapping her in the face.
Although Su Mu had somewhat figured out the reason for Chen Qing’s anger, she was still conflicted inside.
What if this bad woman Chen Qing had really put something in it? Drinking it would be walking right into a trap.
But if she didn’t drink it, with Chen Qing this bad woman angry, she wouldn’t have an easy time either.
The conflicted Su Mu finally reached out for the porridge bowl on the vanity.
Drugged or not, whatever. Even if she doesn’t drug me, she’s still going to fuck me anyway.
With a spirit of self-sacrifice, Su Mu picked up the porridge bowl from the vanity.
Seeing Su Mu proactively pick it up, Chen Qing showed no outward reaction, but a faint joy bubbled up in her heart.
However, Su Mu’s next move immediately turned her happy mood into exasperation.
Su Mu held up the porridge bowl and stared at her with an innocent expression.
“You worked hard combing my hair. Have some porridge.”
Looking into Su Mu’s pretty eyes, Chen Qing nearly laughed from sheer frustration.
Wasn’t it obvious? She was just worried that something had been added to it and wanted her to take the first sip as a test.
This Traitorous Shizun not only didn’t trust her but was also incredibly good at making up nonsense.
“Are you sure you want me to drink it?”
Chen Qing narrowed her eyes in a ‘smiling’ stare at Su Mu. Meeting Chen Qing’s gaze, Su Mu suddenly realized—right, if there really was that kind of drug in it…
If Chen Qing drank it, the one who’d suffer would still be her.
And if that sip ignited an even stronger sexual desire in her, Su Mu would be utterly doomed.
With that thought, Su Mu quickly pulled her hand back.
“Didn’t you say it was for me to drink? Why take it back now?”
“N-No, no more drinking. This porridge is too bland. Wait, I’ll make you a flavorful bowl later.”
Seeing Su Mu spouting nonsense with such a straight face, Chen Qing couldn’t resist pinching her cheek with her fingers.
“You haven’t even tasted it yet. How do you know it’s bland?”
Chen Qing’s pinch wasn’t light, leaving Su Mu’s smooth cheek slightly flushed, but Su Mu didn’t find it painful.
Instead, she kept scrambling for excuses to cover herself.
“Although I haven’t tasted it, I could tell just from the smell.”
“So impressive?”
“Of course.”
Hearing the rare praise from Chen Qing, Su Mu felt a hidden surge of pride.
Heh heh, it seemed this Villain’s wits weren’t a match for hers. A bit of random nonsense and she bought it.
Su Mu’s eyes betrayed her emotions completely, her smug, carried-away look fully on display before Chen Qing.
But Chen Qing didn’t call her out. She thought that sometimes, this Traitorous Shizun’s smug little arrogance was actually quite cute.
“Since you can smell it so well, go ahead and taste it. See if you’re right.”
“Of course I am.”
Provoked by Chen Qing’s reverse psychology, the triumphant Su Mu picked up the spoon and took a sip of the porridge.
Porridge made by the Inn’s professional chef naturally wouldn’t be bland.
Unknown seasonings had been added, releasing a pleasant aroma the moment it hit her tongue.
This one sip ignited the appetite of Su Mu, whose stomach wasn’t very full to begin with.
But remembering her earlier “too bland” remark, Su Mu set down the spoon and coughed lightly.
Putting on a solemn face, she said, “A-Actually, it’s okay. Not too bland. Just needs a tiny bit more salt.”
“Mm, then keep eating.”
Seeing Su Mu’s eyes still darting toward the white porridge in her hand, Chen Qing itched to flick her forehead.
Everything about her was soft except her mouth—wonder who she learned that from.
Having already taken one sip, Su Mu stopped caring if there was anything else in it.
She scooped spoonful after spoonful into her mouth, occasionally pursing her little lips to blow on it, cooling the porridge a bit.
While eating the porridge, she also stuffed other breakfast items from beside the bowl into her mouth.
Her cheeks bulged out like a little hamster’s.
“Eat slower. Eating too fast isn’t good for your stomach.”
Even though this breakfast was meant to be gentle on the stomach, wolfing it down too quickly wouldn’t do.
Chen Qing’s words made the hamster-like Su Mu slow her pace.
True enough—no one was fighting her for it, so taking it slow was fine.
The delicious food in her mouth lifted Su Mu’s spirits.
Under the vanity, her cool, milky-white jade feet playfully wiggled back and forth.
After Su Mu finished breakfast, Chen Qing had already finished styling her hair.
Chen Qing had tied it into a high ponytail with a hair ribbon. Paired with black clothes, it would give off the vibe of a female hero roaming the Jianghu.
But Su Mu’s current outfit wasn’t bad either—it made her look like a lofty sect leader Shizun.
That said, the smug and silly expression on her face rather ruined the dignified air.
“How does it look?”
Su Mu stood up from the vanity stool, admiring her hairstyle with satisfaction and subconsciously turning to ask Chen Qing beside her.
Neither Su Mu nor Chen Qing had realized it, but this breakfast had brought the two of them a little closer.
Although Chen Qing quite liked Su Mu’s look, she wasn’t about to go easy on her with words.
“Your expression looks silly. Not cute.”
“You!”
Chen Qing’s words doused Su Mu’s great mood like a bucket of cold water.
But glancing at Chen Qing’s longsword nearby, she swallowed her indignation.
She could only sulk quietly in her heart while inwardly cursing Chen Qing up a storm.
With such a venomous mouth and rotten personality, she’ll never find a husband her whole life.
But Su Mu didn’t notice Chen Qing’s gaze quietly drifting to her exposed, tender white little feet.
Faint marks from her still lingered on them.
Still, they’d already done their morning “exercise,” and there were things to take care of. They couldn’t linger in this den of tenderness forever.
“Put on your outer coat. We’re heading out.”
Chen Qing tossed her sword to Su Mu and strode out of the room.
She had previously declared Su Mu would serve as her sword sheath, and she had no intention of reneging.
Seeing Chen Qing leave, Su Mu stealthily flipped her off behind her back.
Stinky woman, damn woman, perverted freak!
Looking down at the red marks on her feet, Su Mu’s inner curses grew even fiercer.
She washed her face with cold water and donned her outer coat.
When Su Mu stepped out of the room, Chen Qing was already waiting for her outside.
“Let’s go.”
Chen Qing walked ahead, leaving Su Mu to trot along behind her resentfully.
But just as she glared at Chen Qing with full grievance, the System’s mechanical voice rang out.
【Congratulations, Host, for completing the System Task. Plot Advancement 5%, reward: complete mastery of Second-Level Martial Artist Cultivation】
With that, Su Mu felt a warm current surge from her lower abdomen. Her senses sharpened, and her strength seemed to have increased.
“System, why didn’t you show up sooner?”
The System had expected gratitude upon issuing the reward to Su Mu, but her questioning caught it completely off guard.
