Chapter 94: Whose Bite Marks Are on Your Shoulder?

“Scrubbing your back…”

Mo Yuyan stood at the door, biting her lip lightly, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. If she truly saw He Yimo as a younger brother, merely scrubbing his back wouldn’t be considered particularly inappropriate.

Yet, just the thought of it made her heart race uncontrollably.

Could it really be that she was overthinking things?

“But I don’t have a scrub towel here…”

After some contemplation, Mo Yuyan tactfully refused. For many years, she had lived alone, slept alone, and bathed alone…

Mo Yuyan was truly an awkward woman. On one hand, she despised those who were complacent and stagnant in their cultivation, but now, at this crucial juncture, she was unwilling to step out of her comfort zone.

“It’s fine, Senior Sister. I brought a scrub towel!” The boy’s voice called out from behind the door, sitting in the bath with his back to Mo Yuyan.

At the same time, he bent down to rummage for something, then, like Doraemon, pulled out a scrub towel from his crotch.

“Why would you specifically bring a scrub towel to Soot-Stained Peak?”

Mo Yuyan observed his shadow through the door, not knowing how to respond.

He Yimo shrugged and fabricated a plausible explanation.

“Senior Sister, your cultivation is high, and you’ve already stepped into the path of immortality. Your body remains clean without needing a bath… But I’m just a mortal. Of course, I need to bring my bathing tools when I’m out!”

“Alright, wait a moment.”

Behind the bathroom door, the immortal finally relented and agreed, then turned to leave.

He Yimo turned to watch the silhouette of the immortal behind the door, guessing that Mo Yuyan had gone to change.

What would she change into? A bathrobe? Pajamas?

Splash—

Just as He Yimo’s mind was filled with thoughts of changing clothes, the bathroom door suddenly slid open. He Yimo looked up to see a stunning immortal standing before him, holding a silver hairpin, with her long sleeves and skirt rolled up.

“What’s wrong?” Mo Yuyan raised an eyebrow, curious about He Yimo’s gaze.

She looked down at herself, not seeing anything wrong with her attire. The only thing that might have attracted He Yimo’s attention was her bare legs, usually hidden under her skirt, now exposed due to the rolled-up dress.

“No, nothing. I thought you would change into some kind of bathrobe…” He Yimo said, his eyes fixed on the black stockings.

Mo Yuyan sighed, accustomed to this:

“Why would I change into a bathrobe to scrub your back?”

She stepped forward, smoothed out the back of her skirt with both hands, and gracefully knelt by the edge of the bath.

After that, Mo Yuyan placed the slender silver hairpin in her mouth and tied up her long black hair with both hands.

“Here…”

At some point, He Yimo noticed that Mo Yuyan’s hair-tying movements were a bit stiff. Years of experience in helping his aunt with her hair made He Yimo instinctively reach out and take the silver hairpin from her mouth, handing it to her.

Mo Yuyan didn’t say a word, just continued to secure her hair with the silver hairpin.

He Yimo could tell that, although Mo Yuyan’s hair was beautiful, she wasn’t very good at styling it. Usually, she simply combed it and let it hang long down her back.

He Yimo didn’t have the courage to offer to do her hair, as Mo Yuyan had already styled it. He thought he would ask her another time if she’d like to try his hairstyling skills, honed over years of being trained by his aunt.

A long time passed.

He Yimo lay by the edge of the bath, entranced. But as Mo Yuyan finished styling her hair and silently watched him, He Yimo remembered the matter at hand and quickly handed her the scrub towel.

“Sit up here. It’s too far for me to reach.”

Mo Yuyan knelt in front of He Yimo and spoke calmly, slipping the scrub towel onto her left hand.

He Yimo obediently stood up from the bath, checked that the bath towel was wrapped securely around his lower body, then leaned against the edge, presenting his bare back to the immortal.

Mo Yuyan didn’t say much and silently began scrubbing his back. Her hands weren’t very strong, but since this was her first time scrubbing a back, He Yimo didn’t dare make a sound and sat obediently, enjoying this hard-earned kneeling scrubbing service.

“This shoulder of yours…”

When she reached his shoulder, Mo Yuyan couldn’t help but speak up curiously.

He Yimo shrugged. “What’s wrong?”

“…”

Mo Yuyan didn’t respond, just leaned forward and gently touched his shoulder with her ungloved hand.

After examining it for a while, she finally said with some suspicion, “Why are there bite marks on your shoulder? And it seems there are marks on your neck, too.”

“—!”

Upon hearing this, He Yimo tensed up, thinking of the little fox in the forest who had bitten him repeatedly.

“Oh, these… must be from when Gu Wanglan was chasing me.”

“Nonsense! Did Gu Wanglan chase you and bite you?”

“Who said he didn’t? He was almost a mad dog…”

“He Yimo, don’t take me for a fool.”

After a few rounds of argument, Mo Yuyan sighed softly and stopped pursuing the matter. She lowered her gaze, ignoring the two bite marks, and spoke nonchalantly, “If there are some private matters you don’t want to discuss, as your senior sister, I won’t pry further.”

“…?”

At some point, He Yimo suddenly sensed a faint air of coldness and disappointment in the atmosphere.

He turned to look back, but before he could see the immortal’s face, Mo Yuyan gently pushed his face back.

“Don’t move while I’m scrubbing your back.”

Mo Yuyan’s tone was less gentle and more businesslike. Even though she had been secluded on Soot-Stained Peak for years and had little experience with romantic relationships, she could tell that these two sets of bite marks were tinged with cherry-red lipstick and must have come from some young girl’s mouth!

Presumably, He Yimo had been rolling in bed with some girl in the past two days, and that was why she had bitten his shoulder, leaving a mark.

Thinking of this, Mo Yuyan felt as if her heart had been doused with cold water.

She didn’t want to know who He Yimo had been secretly sleeping with. It might have been Yun Jin, or that junior sister Jiang Jinyue…

Mo Yuyan just felt that He Yimo had always said he craved her body and came to Wuji Sect because of his pursuit of her, but in reality, he wasn’t as dedicated as he claimed.

Or perhaps…

He Yimo had said the same thing to every girl and accepted them all without hesitation?

Mo Yuyan was just one of the many women on his list of conquests.

This extensive speculation was purely Mo Yuyan’s wishful thinking.

“Senior Sister…”

“I think you’re overthinking it. These bite marks are actually from—” He Yimo tried to explain.

But before he could finish, Mo Yuyan interrupted him, “This is your private life, and I am just your senior sister. You don’t need to report everything to me.”

“Oh…”

Although Mo Yuyan wasn’t angry, her words made He Yimo feel as if cold water had been thrown over him. The atmosphere remained tense for a while, and Mo Yuyan’s scrubbing became less gentle and more mechanical.

He Yimo’s back really began to hurt, so he decided to explain again, “Actually, these bite marks are from Wangxue. That day in Snow Village, when we were fighting the cultists, Wangxue got worked up. You know she’s a Nine-Colored Deer. The massacre of the villagers in Snow Village drove her mad, and she nearly lost control—fortunately, I stopped her in time, and she accidentally bit me.”

Meeep?

In the Sea of Consciousness, the dozing little deer suddenly perked up upon hearing the keyword.

But for a versatile scapegoat like Wangxue, He Yimo was quick to press the Saint Mark on his right hand, not giving her a chance to defend herself.

Shut up, you crazy deer!

Meeep! Meeep! Meeep—!

You! Who are you calling crazy? Ah, who are you calling crazy?!

Wangxue chattered away, pointing and gesticulating.

He Yimo’s ears hurt from the noise, and he finally relented.

Alright, alright, stop meeeping. I’ll make it up to you. Next time we go to Xizhou City, I’ll treat you to a Western-style mousse cake.

Hmph!

Wangxue nodded in satisfaction and withdrew her insults.

Meanwhile, He Yimo finally relaxed.

He glanced sideways to observe the immortal’s reaction behind him.

“So, it was Wangxue who bit you.”

Mo Yuyan paused. Although her tone remained indifferent, the strength of her scrubbing became gentler.

She noticed the red marks she had just made on He Yimo’s back and bit her lip, a bit embarrassed and guilty.

Fortunately, He Yimo couldn’t turn around, or else Mo Yuyan would be in an awkward situation with this misunderstanding!

“He Yimo, if it hurts, you can let me know.”

“It’s fine. The scrubbing is just right. I’m tough; it doesn’t hurt at all.”

He Yimo’s lips twitched. Although his back was killing him, he flexed his arms, showing off the muscle groups on his back that had been trained by his aunt and Mo Yuyan over the years.

Mo Yuyan silently watched the boy bragging and showing off. Though she felt a bit sorry for him, she couldn’t help but grip the scrub towel and give him a hard scratch on the waist.

Instantly, He Yimo’s bravado was interrupted by a sharp pain.

“Hiss—!”

He Yimo didn’t dare to scream, but he gasped and stood up straight.

Seeing He Yimo’s adorable reaction, Mo Yuyan couldn’t help but smile, her lips curling into an amused arc.

“He Yimo, if it hurts, you have to tell me, okay?”

“Well, it does hurt a little—”

He Yimo was about to give in.

But before he could finish, Mo Yuyan added, “The place I just scrubbed is your kidney. Does your waist hurt so much because there’s a problem with your kidneys?”

—?!

Hearing this, He Yimo sat up straight.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the pain, and said calmly, “How could that be? It doesn’t hurt at all!”

“You really don’t feel pain?”

Mo Yuyan smiled, her eyes curved.

Under the moonlight, reflected off the water of the bath, the immortal’s smile was unusually sweet.

“No pain… No pain at all. Senior Sister, are you sure you’ve eaten enough? Your scrubbing is so light.”

He Yimo was stubborn. A man could endure pain anywhere, but not in his kidneys.

Seeing the boy’s competitiveness, Mo Yuyan stopped teasing him. She gently placed her ungloved right hand on his waist, covered her palm with spiritual energy, and gently soothed the pain there.

“What are you doing, Senior Sister?”

He Yimo suddenly felt warmth on his waist and couldn’t help but ask curiously.

Mo Yuyan looked up at him but continued to gently rub his waist.

“Alright, I know your kidneys are fine. I’m just helping you replenish them.”

“Oh, thank you, Senior Sister…”

He Yimo nodded obediently.

But soon, he asked, “But why are you suddenly helping me replenish my kidneys?”

“Hmm~”

Mo Yuyan smiled charmingly, her eyes narrowing into an arc as she looked meaningfully into He Yimo’s eyes. “I’m afraid you’ve been indulging too much outside, and it’s affecting your health at such a young age.”

“?”