VIP Volume Chapter 078 A Sharp Tongue and a Soft Heart

The two old men no longer had the strength to fight. In truth, after all these years, their resentment had long since dissipated. They had been away from their respective sects for so long—neither had the desire to fight to the bitter end. What they had lacked was a mediator. Now, with Ye Xiaoxuan stepping into that role, they gladly seized the opportunity to end things peacefully.

It was already deep into the night. Ye Xiaoxuan had no patience to listen to further words. Feeling restless and uneasy, he returned home. The commotion had kept everyone awake; when he arrived, they finally relaxed. No one asked questions—they simply retired to their rooms and went to sleep.

Jiaran was supporting Wen Xiaoyu, seated in the courtyard. Ye Xiaoxuan approached them, saying, “Go to bed, everything’s fine now.” Jiaran whispered, “Let Yu’er stay with you tonight. The two of you should talk—she was frightened just now, and you should comfort her.”

Ye Xiaoxuan’s heart gave a start; he was about to object, but Jiaran had already left. Wen Xiaoyu sat mutely on her little stool, as if in a daze.

His first impression of Wen Xiaoyu had always been her sharp tongue—her words rattled out like a machine gun, never letting an opponent off lightly. Yet her harsh words hid a soft heart.

Now, seeing her sit so dumbly, without uttering a word, made Ye Xiaoxuan’s heart ache. He gently took her hand and said softly, “Yu’er, come inside and sleep.”

Like a puppet, she let him lead her into his room. He settled her on the bed, took off her shoes, covered her with a sheet, and then switched off the light, sitting at the bedside.

Wen Xiaoyu clung to his arm, pulling him down beside her. He had no choice but to comply, lying stiffly at her side.

All his life, he had never before slept in the same bed with a girl—this was a first! He had hugged and kissed Jiaran, but never lain side by side. Now, with Yu’er lying next to him, her delicate fragrance drifting to him in the darkness, his heart pounded uncontrollably.

Wen Xiaoyu whispered, “Xiaoxuan, do you love me?”

Ye Xiaoxuan opened his mouth to reply, but her small hand gently covered his lips.

Wen Xiaoyu raised herself, pressing her ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “All right, now you can answer.”

Ye Xiaoxuan couldn’t help but smile, but he answered with all seriousness, “Yes, I love you.”

After a pause, Wen Xiaoyu asked, “Have you ever thought about being together with me forever?”

Ye Xiaoxuan stared blankly at the ceiling, swallowed hard, and mustered the courage to say, “I haven’t thought that far ahead. I just think that a girl like you, if you were to fall for someone like Zhao Yanping, it would be like a flower planted in a pile of manure. I’m still young—I’ve never thought about forever.”

He felt a sudden chill on his chest—a tear from Wen Xiaoyu. Yet he did not reach out to wipe it away.

What needed to be said had to be said clearly. Ye Xiaoxuan could not deny his feelings for Yu’er, but precisely because of that, he did not want to ruin her life.

Yu’er was never meant for a life in such a remote, impoverished place. Their feelings for each other were not truly deep; an early parting would benefit them both.

What did it matter if he was branded a heartless man? He was a rascal after all, and a rascal was expected to play with feelings and discard women. It was only natural.

Ye Xiaoxuan kept persuading himself, ignoring Yu’er as she sobbed on his chest.

Yu’er lifted her head, wiped her tears herself, and smiled at Ye Xiaoxuan. She knew he could see her.

Indeed, he saw it clearly—so clearly, in fact, that he felt a chill run through him. The smile was strange, filled with despair and self-mockery. He blurted out, “Why are you smiling?”

Yu’er shook her head and sat quietly on the bed, unmoving. Ye Xiaoxuan wanted to comfort her, but couldn’t find the words.

After a while, Yu’er began to move. Her hands went to her waist, fiddling with something.

Ye Xiaoxuan, lying behind her, couldn’t see what she was doing—he simply watched, puzzled.

Soon, Yu’er’s blouse had come undone, her delicate shoulders exposed, and then the blouse slipped off completely.

Ye Xiaoxuan shrank back, sitting up in shock. “Yu’er, what are you doing?”

Yu’er turned to him, took his hand and pressed it to her chest. Despite the tears in her eyes, her face was radiant with a smile. “Tomorrow I’ll be leaving. Thank you for loving me. At least for now, you’re my boyfriend and I’m your girlfriend—I ought to do my part. Tonight, I give myself to you.”

Ye Xiaoxuan was too stunned to speak. He felt the soft, cool warmth of her skin against his palm, as smooth and tender as fresh cream, not a trace of roughness. A surge of wild desire blazed up inside him.

This was a woman’s body.

His right hand, which had been guided, now wandered freely on its own, instinctively undoing one layer of obstruction after another, returning her body to its most natural state.

Ye Xiaoxuan’s breathing grew heavier. It seemed even two hands were now insufficient—the girl before him was so soft and fresh, every inch of her skin as delicate as just-made tofu, ready to yield at the slightest pressure, ready to break if pressed too hard.

He couldn’t bear to ruin this masterpiece of heaven. He bent down and pressed his lips to Yu’er’s cherry mouth.

It was not their first kiss. In the giant turtle’s belly, on Xiangsha Island, even on the journey home, their kisses had grown from awkward to familiar, until they had become almost routine.

But back in the village, afraid of being discovered, they had never been intimate—if anything, they had grown distant.

Perhaps it was this distance that had led to tonight’s misunderstanding. But at this moment, Ye Xiaoxuan could no longer care about distance or disagreement. To savor the sweetness before him was all that mattered.

Yu’er trembled all over. Though this was not her first kiss from Ye Xiaoxuan, it was her first time baring herself before him in this way—she could not help but be nervous.

And the boy above her was the one she loved with all her heart. This scene had played out in her mind countless times, and tonight, at last, it had become reality.

She had never experienced anything like this. Soon she was gasping for breath, clutching Ye Xiaoxuan’s shoulders, her body twisting restlessly, inhaling the scent from him, her whole being growing soft as wax in his arms.