Guan Fusha froze for a moment, then a bright smile blossomed across her face. She coaxed softly,
“Miss Taohua, are you drunk?”
“Drunk?” Taohua’s phoenix eyes were half-lidded as she pouted.
“I only had two cups. How could I possibly be drunk?”
She staggered to her feet, intending to throw herself into Guan Fusha’s arms. Her legs gave out and she nearly toppled over, but Guan Fusha moved quickly and caught her in time.
She hadn’t expected things to turn out like this. Guan Fusha’s interest was completely piqued now. She deliberately said,
“Miss Taohua, you really are drunk.”
The moment Taohua heard that, she got even more upset. She had no mind at all to notice how tightly the two of them were pressed together. She flailed her hands like some sloppy drunk and shouted,
“I’m not drunk! I already said I’m not drunk!”
A faint fragrance drifted from Guan Fusha’s body and slipped into Taohua’s nose, instantly catching her attention. She giggled foolishly a couple of times, then asked,
“You smell so good. How can you smell this good?”
Taohua wrapped her arms around Guan Fusha’s slender waist, buried her face against her, and took an exaggerated sniff. Then she pushed her head down into those two soft mounds, her expression utterly satisfied.
She rubbed her head against them like a spoiled kitten rubbing up against its mother, then let out a long, contented sigh, clearly very pleased with this “new pillow.”
The sight made Guan Fusha laugh out loud. Who would have thought that on only their third meeting, she’d be the one getting “taken advantage of” like this?
Looking down at the completely defenseless, sleeping face in her arms, a new idea suddenly flickered to life in Guan Fusha’s mind.
The night was long, and she had no intention of sleeping. She might as well find a little fun for herself.
The next morning.
Brilliant sunlight filtered through the gauzy window screen, spilling across skin so pale and tender it looked like it would bruise from a single touch. It was as delicate as a baby’s, the kind that made people feel an overwhelming urge to take a bite. Even that tiny, exquisite mouth and nose were impossibly tempting.
All of a sudden, the person on the bed rolled over and bumped into the wall. After hitting the wall, she rolled back the other way, nearly tumbling off the bed.
Her utterly inelegant sleeping posture shattered every last trace of romantic fantasy. Only then did the person on the bed slowly open her eyes.
Taohua rubbed her eyes and sat there in a daze for a while. She yawned, then finally noticed that something felt different.
This bed was much bigger than the one she’d slept on yesterday. The room too. There were all kinds of strange ornaments scattered about, and the decor was distinctly feminine—completely unlike that “inn room” she’d stayed in yesterday.
A faint fragrance lingered in the air. Taohua inhaled deeply and realized it smelled very similar to Guan Fusha’s scent.
Could this be Guan Fusha’s room?
A knock at the door cut off her train of thought.
“Miss, it’s Xiaozhu. Are you awake?”
Taohua glanced down at her own clothes, then reached up to touch her hair.
Total disaster.
She hurriedly straightened herself out as best she could and said,
“Please, come in.”
Xiaozhu pushed the door open and entered, holding a set of pink robes in her arms. She bent slightly toward Taohua.
“Miss, it’s getting late. Let me help you change.”
“Ah, alright.”
Only then did Taohua remember that she was supposed to go with Guan Fusha to see Dongfang Wen that morning. She scrambled off the bed, ready to change.
But… why was today’s outfit pink again?
Wearing the clothes, Taohua’s expression showed clear reluctance.
“Miss Xiaozhu, did you pick out this outfit for me?”
Xiaozhu’s hands paused as if something had occurred to her. She smiled lightly.
“It was chosen personally by Protector Guan for you, Miss.”
Taohua went blank.
Nearly everything in the Night God Cult was handled by Guan Fusha. How did she still have the leisure to personally choose clothes for her?
Once Taohua was dressed, Xiaozhu began to brush and style her hair.
Taohua toyed idly with the ends of her hair, pretending to ask casually,
“Miss Xiaozhu, why does this room seem different from the one I slept in yesterday?”
With a fine peachwood comb in hand, Xiaozhu smoothed out Taohua’s long hair as she replied,
“Yes, this is Protector Guan’s room.”
In the bronze mirror, Taohua’s reflection stared back in utter disbelief.
“This really is Protector Guan’s room? Then why am I here? Last night I was eating with her at the lakeside pavilion…”
She trailed off. She only remembered going to the lakeside pavilion and drinking two cups of “calming wine.” Everything after that was a complete blank.
“Yes. You got drunk at the pavilion last night, Miss. You kept hugging Protector Guan and wouldn’t let go, so she had no choice but to carry you back to her own room.”
“And… and after that? Did anything else happen?” Taohua pressed.
“After Protector Guan brought you back, this servant did not follow her inside. So I do not know what happened afterward.”
“Th-then…”
Taohua felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Her tongue tripped over itself.
“…You’re saying that last night, Protector Guan and I slept in the same room?”
“It should be so. After returning to her room last night, Protector Guan did not come out again until early this morning.”
Taohua twisted a lock of hair around her finger over and over, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
Someone as seasoned as Guan Fusha, even if she believed Taohua’s story, couldn’t possibly be completely off guard around her. How could she share a bed with her?
Did she really trust that Taohua wouldn’t harm her?
Or was she simply so confident that she didn’t consider Taohua a threat at all?
The more she thought, the more her head hurt. Taohua finally gave up. Besides, she still had to go see Dongfang Wen for her “job interview” later. She’d better save a few brain cells.
Anyway, they were both women. It wasn’t like anyone had truly taken advantage of anyone else. And honestly, getting to sleep beside a great beauty like Guan Fusha… maybe she’d actually profited.
While they chatted, Xiaozhu finished dressing Taohua up.
The two of them left the room. They had barely walked any distance when they spotted Guan Fusha waiting in a nearby pavilion.
“Protector Guan.”
Taohua gave her a graceful salute.
“Miss Taohua.”
Guan Fusha looked her up and down, then smiled faintly.
“You truly do suit pink clothing.”
Taohua paused, then smiled back.
“That just means Protector Guan has good taste, picking out something that fits me so well.”
Guan Fusha didn’t answer, but the smile at her lips deepened. She seemed very satisfied with Taohua’s “compliment.”
“Come. I’ll take you to meet the Cult Leader.”
They left the pavilion and walked side by side. The elusive fragrance from Guan Fusha’s body drifted over to Taohua again and again. It smelled wonderful. For some reason, she felt that scent suited Guan Fusha perfectly.
She stole a glance at Guan Fusha’s profile. That breathtaking beauty was flawless.
Thinking about how she’d shared a bed with such a gorgeous woman last night, Taohua couldn’t help feeling a secret thrill.
Then she remembered that long line of martial heroes outside Ruyi Hall—those men fought tooth and nail for a chance, and Guan Fusha didn’t spare them a single glance. If they ever found out that the beauty they’d all been pining for had ended up in bed with an unknown little nobody like her, they would probably die of rage on the spot.
Hahahahahaha!
