Chapter 8: The Villain Senior Brother Is About to Turn Dark, the Psychotic Junior Brother Pretends to Be Blind [8]

Chapter 8: The Villain Senior Brother Is About to Go Dark, the Crazy Junior Brother Pretends to Be Blind [8]

Just as Ye Beiyu's hand touched his thigh, the strange sensation snapped Bai Yan back to his senses.

His expression instantly turned cold, and he kicked the guy away without a second thought!

"Ye Beiyu! What do you think you're doing?"

"Mm..."

Ye Beiyu thrashed around in the warm pool, coughing up water, looking even more of a mess than before.

He barely managed to claw his way back to the surface, his wet hair plastered to his face, water droplets still clinging to his lashes.

"Senior Brother..."

Ye Beiyu called out in a shaky voice, looking so pathetic that anyone would feel sorry for him.

Too bad Bai Yan didn't feel a single thing. He stood up, staring down at Ye Beiyu, his voice cold:

"Barging into my room on your own—you've gotten pretty bold, haven't you? Since that's the case, you can stay in this pool and cool off."

With that, Bai Yan raised his hand and made a hand seal, and an invisible barrier sealed off the entire pool.

The pool, warm just moments ago, suddenly turned ice-cold, with a chill that cut to the bone.

Ye Beiyu couldn't get out, instinctively hugging himself, his lips trembling—he was clearly freezing.

Bai Yan watched him, a faint smile tugging at his lips, the weird feeling in his chest easing a bit.

But had Ye Beiyu done that on purpose, or was it just instinct?

Bai Yan grabbed the ointment and headed to the bed. As he applied it, he kept thinking about how weirdly Ye Beiyu had reacted earlier.

He still felt Ye Beiyu was different from the protagonists he'd met in his past missions, but he couldn't quite say how.

Maybe it was the way Ye Beiyu treated him?

The difference left Bai Yan confused for a second, but he didn't care.

He was the villain—why the hell should he care about the protagonist's feelings?

Bai Yan looked at Ye Beiyu, who was facing away from him in the pool.

Maybe unable to take the cold, Ye Beiyu's heavy breathing reached Bai Yan's ears.

As if scared of being caught, Ye Beiyu bit his lip, occasionally letting out a barely audible whimper from the unbearable cold.

What he saw was clearly Ye Beiyu's trembling back turned to him.

Yet Bai Yan could picture Ye Beiyu right now, gritting his teeth and holding back—the thought alone was entertaining.

His eyes curved slightly as he quietly watched the scene.

"What a poor little thing..."

Bai Yan let out a soft laugh, not noticing that the moment he spoke, Ye Beiyu's body stiffened a little.

But even if he had noticed, he wouldn't have given a damn.

Bai Yan didn't want to keep staring at Ye Beiyu. He applied his medicine, thinking about how to slip out of Spirit Mountain Sect without Yue Qingxian noticing.

He got so lost in thought that he stopped paying attention to Ye Beiyu.

Until a wave of drowsiness hit him—Bai Yan lazily raised a hand to yawn, his mind starting to go fuzzy.

He looked up, and when his gaze landed on the box of ointment, he knew something was off.

But before he could do anything, he was out cold.

Meanwhile, Ye Beiyu, who'd been trapped in the pool, sensed the shift behind him and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

With just a wave of his hand, the barrier Bai Yan had set up was no longer an obstacle...

Looking at the sleeping Bai Yan on the bed, Ye Beiyu's lips curled, his eyes burning with a crazed obsession.

He leaned down, his fingertips tracing Bai Yan's brows and eyes, then pressing lightly on those thin lips, leaving a faint mark.

"Senior Brother..."

Ye Beiyu's gaze drifted down, his eyes dark and unreadable. Bai Yan hadn't had time to dry his damp clothes with spiritual power, so they were still clinging to him...

"Sleeping in wet clothes will make you sick. Let me change you, Senior Brother."

Ye Beiyu said to himself, but his hands moved without a second of hesitation.

He stripped off Bai Yan's clothes, found a soft piece of silk, and gently dried the water from his body.

"Senior Brother is so beautiful... Senior Brother..."

Ye Beiyu's eyes darkened. He gently took Bai Yan's hand, laced their fingers together, and pressed a kiss to his fingertips.

"Why is Senior Brother always so nice to everyone else, but won't even give me a decent look?"

As if in punishment, he gave a light bite, not too hard.

"I want to lock Senior Brother away right now..."

Ye Beiyu murmured softly.

He wanted to lock Bai Yan away, so that no matter what, Bai Yan's eyes would only ever see him.

But not yet—he wasn't ready. Bai Yan wasn't an ordinary person; without absolute certainty, he didn't dare make a move.

Otherwise, if Bai Yan caught even a hint of what he was thinking, he might not even be able to get this close to him.

With that thought, the madness in Ye Beiyu's eyes faded a bit, replaced by a faint smile.

"Even though I can't lock Senior Brother up just yet."

He pressed a kiss to the corner of Bai Yan's eye, smiling sweetly as he went on,

"But it wouldn't hurt to take a little something else first..."

...

When Bai Yan woke up again, he frowned slightly. His clothes had been changed, and he was wrapped in a blanket.

And Ye Beiyu, who'd been trapped in the pool, was now kneeling obediently at the foot of his bed.

"Ye Beiyu..."

Bai Yan narrowed his eyes and pushed himself up in bed, only then realizing his hand felt a bit off.

He stared at his hand but couldn't see anything wrong, then closed his eyes to check himself—no discomfort anywhere else either.

Bai Yan had his doubts, but none of them mattered as much as the fact that Ye Beiyu was kneeling by his bed right now.

"Senior Brother, you're awake?"

Ye Beiyu seemed to have just noticed the movement, lifting his eyes to Bai Yan with a careful, almost fawning smile.

Bai Yan looked at Ye Beiyu like that, feeling a strange, unnameable sensation in his chest.

"Why are you here? And what the hell happened to my clothes?"

"I—I don't know, either..."

Ye Beiyu looked innocent, with a hint of confusion.

"I just heard something hit the floor, got worried about you, and came running... I'm sorry, Senior Brother, I was just too worried. If you're upset, I'll go back and soak in the spring right now."

Ye Beiyu then flashed a pure, innocent smile, as if relieved. "As long as Senior Brother's awake, that's all that matters."

Bai Yan gave Ye Beiyu a cold look but said nothing, only asking 717 in his mind.

[717, is he telling the truth?]

[And what's in that ointment? Why did I pass out all of a sudden?]

He quickly received 717's answer.

[There's nothing else in the ointment—just a mild sleep aid. It's harmless, probably a side effect of the ointment itself. You might've applied too much without realizing.]

717 ran a scan and found nothing wrong with the ointment, then paused before going on:

[Ye Beiyu did come running because he heard the box in your hand drop.]

[Your barrier couldn't stop him, but as for what happened after that, I don't know.]

Bai Yan's brow furrowed even deeper. [You don't know? How the hell do you not know?]

He'd lost consciousness, but that didn't mean 717 couldn't see what was happening—how could it not know?

[Because of the host protection protocol, I was forced offline.]

717 hesitated, then said cautiously:

[Well... ahem, he, uh, took your clothes off...]