Chapter 211: Senior brother, what should I do if my favorability is maxed out?
Yun Yiyi’s sudden question caught Ye Anping off guard.
What was his hobby?
He hadn’t thought about this before. Ye Anping felt he had no solid likes or dislikes except for some particularly extreme ones. He was generally accepting. But if he had to say something now…
Ye Anping was silent for a moment and then simply replied,
“A genuine smile, a smile from the heart.”
Wow~~
Yun Yiyi felt slightly shocked. At that moment, Ye Anping’s image seemed to grow taller. How could there be such a gentleman in the world?
She had just thought Ye Anping would mention something like “foot fetish” or “liking younger people”…
It was said that women were untainted by the mud, but now Yun Yiyi felt like she was the mud, and Ye Anping was a clear water lotus.
He is so adorable. I like him more and more, Yun Yiyi thought and smiled, pursing her lips, then climbed out from under the covers with her pillow, placing it next to his and lying on the bed, turning her head to reveal a sweet smile.
“Like this!”
Ye Anping felt a bit helpless but nodded with a smile.
“That’s about right.”
Yun Yiyi poked her cheek playfully, jokingly asking,
“Do you want to kiss me?”
You just used your face to rub my feet. How could I possibly want to kiss you?
Ye Anping thought but didn’t show it on his face, saying,
“Kissing should wait until after the wedding ceremony.”
“It’s after the ceremony again…” Yun Yiyi pouted as if sulking, complaining, “Young Master Ye is traditional.”
“Hehe… is Miss Yun that eager? Are you afraid I’ll run away?”
“…Hmm.” Yun Yiyi thought momentarily, then leaned her face against Ye Anping’s chest and said coquettishly, “I even want to get married tomorrow.”
“…”
“Can my fiance let me be a little clingy?”
“Aren’t you making decisions without consulting me first?”
“Humph~” Yun Yiyi smiled with narrowed eyes, taunting, “Clearly, Young Master Ye is much younger than me, but he always acts superior, which is a bit annoying.”
“Miss Yun, it’s getting late, so you should rest first.”
“Deliberately changing the topic!”
“So be it.”
“Hey -” Yun Yiyi sighed, then didn’t care anymore, relaxed, closed her eyes, listened to Ye Anping’s steady heartbeat, and whispered, “Good night.”
“Good night,” Ye Anping replied, silently watching Yun Yiyi leaning on his chest, waiting until her breathing slowed down, then relaxed and took a long breath. He regretted it now.
When he first made the plan, he should have let Feng Yudie come to Yun Yiyi’s place while he went to Yun Jiujiu’s place. Under the current situation, Yun Yiyi’s favorability level was almost maxed out by him, which was a bit overwhelming.
How would he escape after the plot of Moon Shadow Sword Sect was settled?
Previously, when he was in Chilong Mansion because he borrowed the name Jiang Yu, he quickly escaped by feigning death, but this time he seemed trapped.
“Hey–”
He had to rethink his escape plan.
Ye Anping felt helpless, so he closed his eyes and prepared to rest. When he would go to look around tomorrow, most of Zhuang Yan’s people would come to tie up Yun Yiyi in the next few days, and at the same time, those people would kill him. He was not Feng Yudie and needed to be more confident that he could deal with the siege of six or seven cultivators of the same realm by himself in a sudden encounter.
All the traps and talismans had to be set, and he was still determining the group’s attack plan. He had to make more preparations to save his life, and at the same time, he had to ensure that the group successfully kidnapped Yun Yiyi.
Bang bang bang——!
“Mister!! Are you in the house?”
Bang bang——!
Ye Anping felt that a fierce knock on the door woke him not long after he closed his eyes. However, when he opened his eyes, he saw that the sun had already risen. The sun shone into the house through the gauze-like paper windows, and the morning birds chirp constantly outside.
Just as Ye Anping was in a trance, a sound of breath blew directly on his cochlea, causing him to wake up instantly.
“Morning~”
As he turned, he found Yun Yiyi nestled against his face, her cheeks flushed like a ripe peach, giving her the appearance of a newlywed the morning after her first intimate encounter, although there had been no such affair…
“Good morning, Miss Yun,” Ye Anping greeted, but just then, there was a firm knocking on the door from outside.
Bang bang bang——!
“Sir!! Please respond if you’re in there. Something urgent has happened. Miss Yun is missing!!”
Ye Anping listened to the maid’s urgent tone, then glanced at Yun Yiyi beside him, suddenly realizing a crucial detail. Why had Yun Yiyi come to his bedroom last night? She wouldn’t have known he had slipped out if she hadn’t.
In other words, if he had just stayed in bed and slept like usual, Yun Yiyi likely would’ve knocked on his door in the middle of the night, and then…
Yun Yiyi, catching Ye Anping’s stare, seemed guilty and quickly averted her gaze, swiftly getting out of bed to slip her feet into the embroidered slippers nearby.
Afterwards, straightening her slightly dishevelled pyjamas, she walked towards the bedroom door.
Squeak—
Yun Yiyi opened the bedroom door and saw Huang Quan raising her hand as if to knock. Hearing said, “Huang Quan, who said I was missing?”
Huang Quan’s mouth hung open in shock as she momentarily stared at her mistress’s face. footsteps inside the room, she glanced around and saw Ye Anping arranging his attire by the screen.
“Ah… Miss… you… Young Master Ye… last night…”
“Don’t read too much into it,” Yun Yiyi replied. “We just talked, and it got too late, so I decided to stay at Young Master Ye’s place.”
It was clear that Huang Quan didn’t believe her. A man and a woman living together, especially when the man was as good-looking as Young Master Ye…
“Mistress… Mistress…”
Huang Quan struggled to speak, feeling like crying. She had hoped to replace her mistress and accompany Young Master Ye to the bridal chamber, but it seemed unlikely. Perhaps she would only have the chance when her mistress was unwell…
“Ugh… I understand. I won’t tell anyone. I’ll go get fresh bedding and sheets…”
“No need, just go to my room and bring me some clothes.”
“…Yes.”
Yun Yiyi nodded, then closed the door and returned to the room, where she found Ye Anping seated by the bed, combing his hair. She hurried over.
“Young Master Ye, shall I assist you in changing?”
Ye Anping glanced at her through the bronze mirror, sighed slightly in resignation, and handed her the comb.
“Thank you.”