A sharp-tongued woman travels through a book and changes the ruthless Taoist female cultivator

Yun Yueqing was at a loss for a moment, and didn't dare to look Xiao Yirao in the eye.

It was Xiao Yirao who broke the awkward situation and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yun Yueqing pulled out a bitter smile from the corner of her mouth, "Can't I come to see you if I'm fine?"

Xiao Yirao raised his hand slightly, wanting to close the door and say goodbye to the visitor, but Yun Yueqing's slender fingers gently blocked the door.

"and many more."

The faint light coming through the crack in the door just outlined the soft contours of her profile, and her eyes flickered with complex and indistinguishable emotions.

Xiao Yirao paused and his gaze fell on her slightly helpless yet stubborn eyes.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and a subtle tension filled the air between the two of them, waiting for the unknown flow that followed.

"Since Sect Leader Yun has nothing to do with me, why not let me live quietly in this quiet mountain cabin by myself?"

Xiao Yirao frowned slightly, tensed his arm muscles, and pushed hard towards the half-open wooden door, intending to isolate himself from the disturbances from the outside world.

Yun Yueqing refused to give in, pressing her hands tightly against the door, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

The door hinges creaked softly, sounding particularly harsh in the quiet night.

The two figures intertwined in the shadow of the door frame, forming a confrontational and subtle picture.

Outside the door was the cold moonlight, and inside the door was the unknown darkness. Everything seemed to stop at this moment, leaving only the silent contest between them.

"Don't close the door, I have something to do, something to do." After all, Yun Yueqing came to ask for help, so she finally gave in.

The moment Xiao Yirao let go of the door frame, Yunyue staggered slightly, as if she had lost the strength to support herself, and her body swayed slightly.

She quickly steadied herself, her hands unconsciously grabbing the corner of Xiao Yirao's clothes.

"Sorry, I lost my balance for a moment."

Seeing this, Xiao Yirao's eyes flashed slightly, as if he felt reluctant, but quickly returned to indifference.

He pretended to be disgusted and patted the place where Yun Yueqing had just grabbed her.

Seeing this, Yun Yueqing quickly explained, "My hands are not dirty, I've washed them."

As she spoke, she slowly raised her hands. Under the moonlight, her hands were as white as jade, with fingertips slightly pink, as clean as if they had just been fished out of a clear spring.

Xiao Yirao replied indifferently, "I have mysophobia. It's not against you. I'm just used to it."

Yun Yueqing's eyes swept across the simple yet tidy layout of the house.

Finally, the picture stopped at Xiao Yirao's well-defined face, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.

"Actually, I came here this time to ask you to do me a favor."

Xiao Yi raised the corner of his mouth with a faint sneer, an expression that said "as expected", and his eyes revealed a bit of understanding and helplessness.

As if he had anticipated this scene, "Sure enough, Sect Leader Yun never comes to visit you for no reason."

"If the people around Master Yun can't solve the problem, I, a nobody, will be even less able to solve it if I'm the one who does it."

Yun Yueqing, who was always eloquent, was also speechless for a moment. She was just turned away because she said it was nothing, and now she said she needed help with something, but was teased again.

"I... haven't said anything yet. How do you know it can't be solved?"

A hint of displeasure flashed in Xiao Yirao's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed into a straight line.

"You hid it from me before when you didn't need me, but now that you need me, you think of me, Xiao Yirao? Sect Leader Yun is quite cunning."

Yun Yueqing couldn't remember for a moment what she was hiding. She frowned slightly and quickly recalled the past events in her mind.

Her eyes lingered on Xiao Yirao's stern face, trying to find a clue.

"Can you tell me what I'm hiding?"

Xiao Yirao felt even more blocked in his heart, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

I thought to myself, "How can I say something like jealousy? If I really say it out loud, what's the point?"

He turned abruptly and strode towards the wooden table in the room. The oil lamp on the table swayed, casting his angry and distorted shadow.

"Hmm? What else do you want me to tell you?"

Yun Yueqing scratched her head in confusion, and a few strands of black hair fell down on her shoulders.

There was confusion and puzzlement in her eyes. "If you don't tell me, how can I explain it?"

Xiao Yirao closed his eyes tiredly and sighed deeply.

Trying to calm the waves in her heart: "I was so obviously angry, but she didn't notice. If she didn't have something to ask for, she probably wouldn't have come to me. She kept everything from me. I guess my position in her heart is no better than that of a passerby."

He placed his hands on the table, resting his forehead lightly on his palms, as if he wanted to isolate all his worries in this small space.

Yun Yueqing stood quietly by the door, looking at Xiao Yirao's back, feeling mixed emotions.

She didn't know what she had done wrong to make this usually calm and composed person so helpless and disappointed.

The air was so silent that only the occasional rustling of leaves in the night wind could be heard outside the door.

Yun Yueqing was thinking hard, her brows furrowed, and her eyes looked even more hazy under the dim light.

I could only ask the system for help, "Brother Tong, can you help me find out why he is angry?"

【Inquiry...】

[The system has not been online for a while, and the system data is missing. Please recall it yourself.]

"It's all because I've been too busy lately. I've been bothered by those old guys so much that I don't have enough brains. But now that you mention it, it reminds me that this happened when you were away."

Yunyue took small steps and moved to Xiao Yirao's side.

"That time at Peach Blossom Plain, I didn't mean to hide my identity. I was just afraid that if you knew about my relationship with zombies, it would have a bad influence. I was mainly worried that you would mistake me for a monster."

Xiao Yirao's stern brows relaxed a little, but he still said nothing.

Yun Yueqing breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Xiao Yirao's mood had eased a little. She decided to add fuel to the fire and resolve this inexplicable estrangement with sincerity.

She approached quietly, slowly raising her hands, as if wanting to touch Xiao Yirao's tense shoulders.

She remembered that when she was in the orphanage, whenever Director Wang was in a bad mood, the food would become worse, and she would often massage Director Wang's shoulders and legs.

She wanted to show her flattering nature as an orphan who had experienced many battles.

"You look tired. Let me give you a massage."

As soon as her fingertips touched his strong shoulder, Xiao Yirao suddenly turned sideways as if burned, avoiding her touch.

His cheeks flushed slightly in the dim light, and his eyes flickered, as if he was trying to hide his inner panic and shyness.

"No... no need."

Yun Yueqing was secretly delighted, "Yes! You finally spoke, and it really worked."

She took the opportunity to ask, "Are you feeling better?"

Xiao Yirao's gaze appeared unusually profound under the dim light. He slowly spoke, "Then why did you tell Zhang Jiaxi?"

Xiao Yirao finally asked the question that had been accumulating in his mind for a long time. He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had used up all his strength.

He could clearly feel his own heartbeat, and every beat was like a heavy drumbeat in his chest. His eyes flickered and his hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes.