Chapter 100: Punishment – Wash Senior Sister’s Clothes!

When Mo Yuyan opened her eyes from slumber, she no longer felt the weight on her lap—clearly, the boy who had been sleeping so soundly had woken up before her.

However, what puzzled Mo Yuyan was—

Why were there so many strange white tissues stuck to the inside of her thighs?

Still groggy from sleep, she reached out curiously and plucked one of the tissues between her fingers.

“……?”

The damp, sticky liquid beneath the tissue left her even more bewildered.

She tried to peel off the other tissues, but with a soft rip, they tore in half instead.

Lowering her gaze, she realized that most of the tissues had already been torn apart and stuck stubbornly to her skin, as if someone had tried and failed to remove them earlier.

This was definitely deliberate.

And whoever had placed these tissues on her legs had already attempted to clean them up, only to fail just as she had.

“What in the world…?”

Mo Yuyan frowned at the mess on her thighs.

After kneeling for so long, her legs were numb, but she still forced herself to part them slightly—

Only to notice the long, glossy strands of sticky residue stretching between her thighs.

“????”

She froze in utter confusion.

Just then, hurried footsteps approached from outside.

Mo Yimo looked up—

Within seconds, she locked eyes with He Yimo, who was carrying a basin of water and a towel.

The moment he stepped inside, his expression also went blank.

Gulp…

The air grew deathly silent—so quiet that Mo Yuyan could hear his heartbeat and the sound of him nervously swallowing.

For a moment, a terrible thought flashed through her mind.

Sticky liquid.

White tissues.

And a guilty-faced little pervert standing before her.

But even as the realization dawned on her, the sheer absurdity of the situation left Mo Yuyan too stunned to react.

Just as she clenched her fists—

THUD!

He Yimo dropped to his knees in front of her.

“Goddess Immortal! Please let me explain!”

—

According to He Yimo’s story—

He had woken up first, only to realize he had drooled all over Senior Sister’s thighs.

So, in a panic, he had grabbed some tissues and tried to secretly blot away the mess while she was still asleep.

But after the tissues absorbed the drool, another problem arose—they stuck to her stockings, tearing when he tried to remove them.

Desperate, he had rushed to the courtyard spring to fetch a basin of water and a towel, hoping to clean everything up before she woke up.

Unfortunately…

Just as he returned, Mo Yuyan had already opened her eyes.

And thus, the embarrassing standoff had unfolded.

Luckily, Mo Yuyan was merciful.

She carefully dabbed the sticky residue with her fingers, examining it under the sunlight, even giving it a light sniff—

Before finally accepting He Yimo’s explanation.

After all, she had been the one who placed him on her lap.

Drooling in one’s sleep was a perfectly normal thing!

Even she had done it as a child.

With that realization, she sighed in relief.

Glancing at the mess on her legs, she spoke calmly—

“It’s not your fault, Yimo. You may leave.”

The moment those words left her lips, He Yimo’s eyes sparkled with admiration.

“Senior Sister is wise and just!”

He clasped his hands and bowed, then obediently turned to leave—

But just as he reached the door—

“Wait. Leave the basin and towel.”

“O-Of course…”

He Yimo’s cheeks flushed slightly as he realized the implication.

With lowered eyes, he placed the basin on the table and quietly slipped out.

Standing outside her door, he exhaled deeply.

He hadn’t gone far when the sound of splashing water reached his ears.

Gulp.

He didn’t dare make a sound, though his gaze unconsciously flicked toward the swaying curtain—

—Just long enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of ivory skin.

Gulp again.

Remembering the gruesome fate of peeping toms in the original story, he quickly averted his gaze and hurried back to the courtyard.

Sitting on the steps, he tilted his head back, trying to calm his racing heart.

But the fragmented memories of sleeping on Senior Sister’s lap kept replaying in his mind.

Soon, light footsteps approached from behind.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Barefoot, Mo Yuyan stopped directly behind him.

When He Yimo turned, he was greeted by the sight of the celestial beauty looking down at him—

“He Yimo.”

Her voice was cool—though she had claimed not to blame him earlier, a faint trace of resentment lingered.

Guilt-ridden, He Yimo quickly straightened his posture.

Now fully awake, the two of them watched as the sun dipped beyond the horizon.

He Yimo’s gaze shifted to Mo Yuyan—

She had changed into a lightweight, short-sleeved nightgown.

And…

It had tiny floral kitten prints all over it.

“……”

The sight of the usually cold sword immortal in such a ridiculously adorable nightgown was so incongruous that He Yimo had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing.

“Senior Sister… What is it?”

He struggled to keep a straight face.

Mo Yuyan narrowed her eyes, sensing his amusement.

“What are you laughing at?”

“I—I’m not laughin’! Honest!”

His voice trembled with suppressed mirth.

The fact that the fearsome sword immortal was standing before him in a nightgown far too small for her, with the kitten pattern stretched tight across her ample chest, was too much to take seriously.

“He Yimo.”

Her voice sharpened.

“I only have three sets of casual clothes.”

“One is still drying from yesterday.”

“One was burned by Gu Wanglan last night.”

“And the one I just changed into is now covered in your drool.”

Her glare intensified, embarrassment and irritation warring in her eyes.

Finally, she shoved the basin full of soiled clothes into his hands before crossing her arms—

“Don’t you dare laugh!”

“You’re washing these clothes clean as punishment!”

“You have half an hour. Finish before I return from retrieving a Go board from the Sect Master’s quarters!”