Chapter 333 : It’s Not Easy Being the Head of Household 17 (2/2)

‘I don’t see her this tired when in fights, though? It’s just climbing some stairs, is it that tiring?’

Fighting really wasn’t all that tiring to Shi Sheng. After all, she had a sword that sliced through people like radishes. So, unless she was in a battle of attrition, she wouldn’t really expend much energy at all.

But the incline on this slope was nearly 90 degrees. You know what that looked like?

If she wasn’t careful, she’d easily fall off!

She already felt like she was persevering, having climbed halfway up the mountain, in the body of a civil official that didn’t get regular exercise.

Just as Shi Sheng was doubled over and panting for breath, a shadow blocked the view in front of her and a fair, elegant hand extended into her vision.

She looked up.

Ling Yue avoided her gaze and tried to explain, “At this pace, we won’t be able to reach the top before nightfall.”

“How about you carry me?” Shi Sheng began to take even more liberties.

Ling Yue wanted to take his hand back out of irritation, but Shi Sheng immediately grabbed onto it. “Fine, fine, no need to carry me. I’m okay with just holding hands.”

Ling Yue harrumphed.

Shi Sheng: (||| ¬_¬)

‘Great, just great. There’s the tsundere showing himself…’

With Ling Yue’s help, Shi Sheng got up.

They held hands while making their way up the mountain, with Ling Yue walking slightly ahead of her.

Shi Sheng took the opportunity to interlock her fingers with his.

Ling Yue turned to look at her. His fingers tightened their grip around her hand. But in the end, he continued onwards with a cold face.

Once they were at the temple, Ling Yue attempted to jerk his hand free but was unsuccessful.

“Prime Minister, please let go.” ‘Men and women should keep their distance, you know?’

“I’m afraid you’ll fall, so it’s better for me to hold your hand.” Shi Sheng spoke with a very serious expression.

Ling Yue, “…” ‘Would I fall on my own territory?’

He tried several times to jerk his hand out of her grasp, but failed. Shi Sheng merely maintained her smile, as she watched his attempts.

Ling Yue’s heart suddenly raced as he shifted his gaze away in an almost panicked manner, before striding towards the tower atop the cliff.

He told himself not to think of it, but the sensation in his hand made that a Sisyphean task.

Her hand was very small, and her skin was very smooth, unlike other women whose hands were more often than not rough and broad.

This hand…had touched his most private area. Thinking thus, Ling Yue subconsciously tightened his grip.

“Hss… Lil priest, even if you don’t want to hold my hand, you don’t have to break it!” Shi Sheng took a sharp intake of air.

Ling Yue came to his senses and found that he was gripping too hard. He immediately released her hand to find that it was already red.

“I’m sorry…” He hadn’t meant to hurt her. He had just been at a loss as to how to face her, and lost control of himself.

Shi Sheng shook her hand. ‘Why’s this kid so strong?! Fuckin’ hell, I thought my hand was going to break.’

“Help me blow it.” Shi Sheng raised her hand to Ling Yue’s face and blinked, a pitiful expression on her face, just short of crying.

Ling Yue looked at the hand that was red because of him and fell silent for a moment. He held her hand and gently blew it.

The feeling of his warm breath brushing over her hand was akin to someone tickling her heart with a feather, causing her to simply itch with the desire to jump him there and then.

Still, reason won out in the end. However, that didn’t stop her from shamelessly continuing to seek more benefits. “You need to kiss it, so it doesn’t hurt.”

Ling Yue looked at her.

Shi Sheng did her best to make herself look even more pitiful.

Her long, slightly upturned eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and those normally placid eyes were currently filled with smiling warmth, inviting him to sink into their depths.

He didn’t know why, but he planted a kiss on her hand.

His lips were a bit cool, so it brought some comfort to the skin that felt hot from the pain.

“Ling Yue.”

His slightly flushed face tilted upwards to look at her. But her own face speedily approached his—and soon, she captured his lips with her own. He could feel her supple body in his arms.

Ling Yue hadn’t expected her to suddenly jump him, so he fell backwards into a bush.

“Ling Yue…” Shi Sheng’s gaze turned cloudy, as her tongue gently traced his lips.

Ling Yue was very stiff at first. As she called his name, he didn’t know why, but he felt very pained. It was to the point where he nearly couldn’t breathe.