Chapter 99: You Can Touch My Legs, Now Sleep Properly

Soot-Stained Peak – Noon.

The White-Robed Kensei had long discarded her outer silk garments, wearing only a fitted ivory dress that clung to her slender waist, accentuating her peerless figure.

With her black-stockinged legs pressed together, she gently cradled the boy’s face in her hands, letting him rest comfortably on her lap. Like this, the immortal and her junior brother remained in peaceful slumber all morning.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Mo Yuyan naturally possessed far greater stamina than any ordinary person.

Yet, lulled by the rhythmic rise and fall of He Yimo’s breathing, the tranquil atmosphere gradually lulled even her into drowsiness.

Exhausted from last night’s battle and further drained by He Yimo’s relentless absorption of her spiritual energy, Mo Yuyan could barely keep her eyes open.

Not wanting to disturb him, she rested in a kneeling position—just for a little while.

…An unknown amount of time passed.

When Mo Yuyan regained consciousness, she felt a strange warmth between her legs. Her black stockings were damp with sweat, clinging uncomfortably.

Drip—

A bead of sweat slid down her delicate collarbone, tracing the contours of her strapless dress with an ethereal sheen.

“…?”

Mo Yuyan blinked her eyes open and glanced down.

She found the source of the heat—He Yimo, who was supposed to be sleeping peacefully on her lap, had somehow flipped onto his stomach, his face pressed directly between her thighs.

“!!!”

Mo Yuyan’s eyes widened, her face flushing instantly, all drowsiness shattered in an instant.

With every breath He Yimo took, hot air flooded the confined space between her legs, making his own face sweat profusely from the lack of oxygen.

Was he… trying to suffocate himself?!

Flustered, Mo Yuyan quickly lifted his head, wanting to scold him—but he was still fast asleep.

He wasn’t doing it on purpose. He had just… rolled over in his sleep.

“……”

Mo Yuyan puffed her cheeks, at a loss for words.

She carefully turned him back onto his back, letting his head rest on her thighs again.

All the while, her narrowed eyes never left his face.

Frankly, she suspected he had done it intentionally…

But no matter how much she glared, He Yimo remained peacefully unaware, his breathing steady.

And then…

He rolled over again in his sleep.

“Again?!”

This time, Mo Yuyan remained fully alert.

She blocked the space between her legs with her hands, her sharp eyes locked onto his face—determined to stop him from “adjusting” his position any further.

Fortunately, He Yimo’s movement was much tamer this time.

He simply turned onto his side, resting his head against her thigh instead.

“…So he really was just uncomfortable?”

Convinced, Mo Yuyan sighed and relaxed, dismissing her earlier suspicions.

She closed her eyes again, intending to nap—but soon, a tingling sensation on her legs roused her once more.

This time, she found that He Yimo’s hands, with nowhere else to go, had naturally settled atop her black-stockinged calves.

“So restless…”

Mo Yuyan exhaled in resignation.

Compared to her earlier flustered panic, she was now surprisingly unbothered.

If he wanted to touch her calves, she didn’t mind.

But then—

“Why is he moving higher?”

At some point, He Yimo’s hands began wandering upward.

Since Mo Yuyan’s legs were folded in a seiza-like position, his fingers could easily trace a path from her calves all the way up to her silk-smooth thighs.

When his roaming hands reached her ankles, Mo Yuyan’s patience snapped.

She seized his wrists and firmly placed them back on her calves, making it clear where he was allowed to touch.

This time, she kept her grip on his hands, ensuring he wouldn’t stray further.

After confirming he wouldn’t move again, Mo Yimo finally let sleep reclaim her.

“You can touch my legs… just sleep properly.”

Her voice was soft but firm, her lips pressing into a faint pout before she closed her eyes again.

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When He Yimo finally woke up, the sun was already dipping toward the horizon.

His face was buried in something soft, warm, and fragrant—a sensation so pleasant that it took him far too long to realize where he was.

“Ugh… I feel groggy…”

“When did I fall asleep? During the energy transfer?”

“Wait—it’s almost sunset?! I slept the entire day away?!”

A wave of regret washed over him, identical to the guilt he used to feel after pulling all-nighters in his past life.

Determined not to waste any more time, he tried to sit up—but then, the reality of his situation slammed into him.

“I’ve been sleeping on Senior Sister’s lap THE WHOLE TIME?!”

His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him—

Mo Yuyan, seated elegantly in a kneeling position, her eyes lightly shut, her lips slightly parted in serene slumber.

His gaze slowly trailed downward.

And then—

It froze.

His throat dried up, his survival instincts screaming at him.

“I’m dead. I’m so dead…”

His lips twitched.

Because the problem wasn’t just that he had slept on her lap.

The real issue was—

Why was there a glossy, sticky puddle of liquid pooled between Senior Sister’s thighs?

His fingers instinctively rose to his mouth.

Sure enough—wet. Saliva.

Ah.

Perfect.

Just perfect.

He had drooled all over Senior Sister’s stockings, turning them into a shiny, damp mess.

For a moment, he could already picture Mo Yuyan waking up, seeing the aftermath, and executing him on the spot.

“Sigh…”

“Maybe… I should just run for it.”

He sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, staring at the incriminating evidence, his mind racing.

But before he could make a decision—

“Maybe…”

“I can just… blot it dry with a towel before she wakes up?”

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