Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World - Volume 3 Chapter 54 / Chapter 221: Talking Money Hurts Feelings

The cold wind howled through the forest, blowing hard as snowflakes gently fell, quickly covering the five corpses in front of the ancient pavilion.

Once the last traces of Yu Shuiting’s presence disappeared into the cold wind, Ye Anping stripped a relatively clean cloak from one of the corpses, one that hadn’t been too bloodied, and walked back to Feng Yudie, who was sitting cross-legged by a tree. He threw it over her.

“Here, put this on.”

“Oh, alright~”

Feng Yudie dumbly replied, instinctively grabbing the cloak to fling it over her shoulders, but she forgot that her right wrist had just been dislocated and was only recently reset by Ye Anping.

The moment she swung it, her grip faltered, and the cloak flew up into the sky like a spinning handkerchief, carried off by the howling wind.

She glanced up at the cloak being blown away and, with an embarrassed look, gave Ye Anping a goofy smile. “Young Master Ye, my hand’s too weak… uh… eheh.”

“… …”

Ye Anping was momentarily speechless.

With a small leap, he caught the flying cloak and walked back to her.

He shook out the cloak and said:

“Turn around.”

“Huh?”

“Turn your back.”

“Oh~~”

Using her left hand to steady herself, Feng Yudie obediently turned her back to him.

Ye Anping crouched down, draping the cloak over her back.

Then, using his chest as her support, he wrapped the cloak around her shoulders, tying it in place at her chest.

He hadn’t really thought much of it—just that this was the easiest way to help her put it on.

But Feng Yudie saw it differently.

As soon as she felt her back pressed against his broad chest, her brows furrowed slightly.

She turned her head and saw that Ye Anping’s face was right beside her right shoulder, practically brushing her ear.

She could even feel the faint warmth of his breath on her ear.

—He was hugging her again, but this time from behind.

“… …”

After tying the cloak’s strap at her collar, Ye Anping raised his head, suddenly noticing her face so close to his and the golden eyes staring directly into his.

It was only then that he realized the position they were in might be a bit too intimate.

The cold wind whistled around them, stinging their faces as they locked eyes, both frozen in place.

“… …”     “… …”

They stared at each other for quite a while.

Then Feng Yudie, after some thought, raised an eyebrow and broke the silence:

“Young Master Ye, remember, a hug costs thirty thousand spirit stones~”

?

Ye Anping blinked, speechless.

He ignored her, pulled his hands back, and placed the cloak’s hood over her head, then stood up, asking:

“How’s your injury?”

Feng Yudie, pulling the hood down, called out: “Don’t change the subject! You were trying to sneak a hug to treat your yang energy imbalance and avoid paying me, weren’t you? That’s not fair—I’m sharp, you know. Quick, put thirty thousand spirit stones on my tab.”

Ye Anping sighed, trying to stay calm, and replied with a forced smile:

“… I was just helping you put on a cloak.”

“But you hugged me, didn’t you? Thirty thousand~ hmph.”

“You seem lively enough, so you’re probably healed? Hide your hair; we need to get to Qiong Peak.”

Feng Yudie pouted and quickly stood up, insisting: “But put it on my tab first—thirty thousand spirit stones!”

Unfortunately, her legs were still weak, and as soon as she stood, she stumbled forward.

“Ow~”

Seeing this, Ye Anping reflexively steadied her by the shoulders to keep her from falling face-first into the snow. But as he helped her up, he raised an eyebrow and said:

“Alright, thirty thousand for supporting you, thirty thousand for resetting your bones, and thirty thousand for helping you put on the cloak. You owe me sixty thousand.”

Feng Yudie’s brows furrowed as she puffed up her cheeks, mumbling in complaint:

“This… Talking about spirit stones really hurts feelings…”

“You’ve got some nerve saying that.”

Feng Yudie pouted more and mumbled, “I don’t care. You hugged me, so I lost out! Thirty thousand…”

She raised her left hand, showing three fingers. But seeing the look in Ye Anping’s eyes, she hesitated for a moment, then retracted one finger.

“Fine, I’ll give you a discount… Twenty thousand!”

“… …”

“How about ten thousand then?”

Not wanting to argue with her over this any longer, Ye Anping waved his hand dismissively and said, exasperated:

“Fine, fine, ten thousand. Noted. Ugh—”

The moment he agreed, Feng Yudie’s sulky look disappeared, replaced by a cheeky grin.

She now felt like she’d gotten the better end of the deal, and with a sly smile, she tilted her head at him: “Hehe—”

“Ha ha.”

Ye Anping rolled his eyes and gave her a sarcastic grin.

After glancing at the sky, he estimated that it was already about the second quarter of the hour, which meant that if they didn’t get to the top of Qiong Peak soon, they might be too late.

He steadied Feng Yudie’s shoulders, glanced her over, and asked:

“How’s the injury?”

“Hmm… My legs are still a bit weak, but it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Two more quarters?”

“Yeah, about that.”

Ye Anping thought for a moment, then glanced at the cloak-covered Feng Yudie, noticing her silver hair slipping out from under the hood. He reached out to tuck it back in and then handed her a mask.

“Remember your identity—Yu Shuiting, Ye An’s companion.”

“So I’m basically your companion too, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

Feng Yudie, feeling cheeky from her earlier “victory,” blinked and asked, “Does that mean more money?”

Ye Anping immediately shot her a glare, his brows furrowed in annoyance.

Seeing this, Feng Yudie quickly ducked her head and shook it.

“No charge~ No charge~”

Ye Anping sighed heavily, warning her: “We’ll probably have to fight soon. Follow my lead, don’t act on your own. Got it?”

“Got it~”

With her agreement, Ye Anping turned his back to her, crouched down, and reached his hands behind his waist. Tilting his head, he said:

“Get on.”

“Huh? You’re carrying me? Then—”

Ye Anping, gritting his teeth, quickly cut her off with a threat:

“If you even mention spirit stones again, I’ll carry you in a sack.”

“… …”

Feng Yudie pursed her lips, gave a small shake of her head, then carefully climbed onto his back.

“Alright, I won’t say another word, hehe.”

Ye Anping summoned his spiritual sword from his storage bag, lifted Feng Yudie’s legs, and, with a deep breath, stood up.

Feng Yudie quickly wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from slipping off.

She’s so light. Even my junior sister weighs more than this… Ye Anping couldn’t help but glance at Feng Yudie, who was resting her chin on his shoulder.

Then, with a leap, he mounted the sword and soared into the air, heading west toward Qiong Peak with her on his back.

“Focus on recovering. We’ll need your Nine Heavens Sword Art to win this.”

“Got it~”