Chapter 283 - 137: Young and Hot-Blooded, It’s Understandable

Chapter 283: Chapter 137: Young and Hot-Blooded, It’s Understandable

Deep within her soul, a closeness to Jiang Mu would be forever etched.

Of course, to achieve this, he first had to be sure that the girl herself harbored feelings of admiration for Jiang Mu.

Fortunately, the shadow of a certain someone was already deeply imprinted upon the young girl’s tender heart.

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The moonlight, like a basin of cold water, spilled cleanly across the silent courtyard, bathing the ground in a silvery-white light.

Shui Miaozheng squatted before a wooden basin, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing two pale, slender arms as she scrubbed a man’s undergarments.

The fabric churned in her palms, creating a series of soft splashes.

As she washed, Shui Miaozheng’s hands suddenly paused.

The casual joke she’d made earlier now returned like a delayed boomerang, striking her mind.

Belatedly, the black silhouette on the folding screen reappeared in her mind’s eye.

The woman finally understood.

Her beautiful face flushed crimson, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

’That rotten brat!’

’Couldn’t he have turned his back to get undressed?’

Both embarrassed and annoyed, Shui Miaozheng couldn’t help but slap the soaked clothes in the basin, muttering in frustration:

"That boy... He must be laughing at me in his head!"

The fragrant mounds spilling from her collar trembled slightly, shocked by the cool water.

She subconsciously glanced back at the closed door, bit her full, moist lower lip, and mumbled a few unintelligible words—part complaint, part something else entirely.

In the end, she simply lowered her head and continued to scrub with renewed vigor.

After washing for a while, she suddenly stopped. As if possessed, she raised one of her wet arms.

Her eyes carefully measured something.

Immediately after, as if startled by her own action, the heat that had just faded from her face came rushing back.

"I must be going crazy!"

The woman slapped her forehead, cursed herself under her breath, and quickly buried her head, scrubbing with even more intensity.

It was as if by doing so, she could wash away all the chaotic thoughts in her mind as well.

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「Inside the room.」

Jiang Mu put away the preliminarily modified Ghost Pill.

The Demonic Qi in his Demon Slot was once again mostly depleted, but he wasn’t bothered by it this time.

After all, he wasn’t short on "power banks" right now. When the Demon Army arrived in a few days, there would be experience packs covering the mountains and plains.

He would definitely be able to recharge completely.

However, the modification of the Ghost Pill hadn’t been entirely smooth sailing.

It seemed to have hit a bottleneck related to some material or principle, preventing it from being upgraded to the ideal grade in one go.

For any future breakthroughs, Yu Xiaoqian would likely have to rely on her own diligent cultivation to break through the barrier.

Even so, with this demon-modded Ghost Pill, her cultivation efficiency would be at least ten times faster than before.

As long as the girl showed some ambition, he estimated she could break through to Tier Four or even Tier Five within a year or two.

After finishing his bath, Jiang Mu changed into the new clothes Shui Miaozheng had prepared.

The clothes were a perfect fit, as if they had been tailor-made, and felt crisp and clean against his skin.

Besides the clothes, a new pair of soft-soled cloth boots and a clean pair of white cloth socks were placed neatly by the bed.

It was a testament to Shui Miaozheng’s thoughtfulness.

Jiang Mu sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the socks to put them on.

As he reached for the other one, his hand accidentally brushed against the pile of folded clothes next to him.

THUMP.

A piece of thin, soft, and supple fabric had been pulled out and had fallen to the floor.

Jiang Mu froze for a second, then bent over to pick it up.

It was a water-red silk dudou.

The dudou was exquisitely styled, with delicate patterns embroidered on its edges. Two thin straps dangled down, and from it, he could faintly smell a subtle, elegant fragrance similar to Shui Miaozheng’s.

’I didn’t realize Aunt Shui was so well-endowed.’

’But compared to a naturally gifted competitor like Ling the Great Watermelon, she still fell a bit short.’

He quickly reined in his thoughts, silently cursing himself for being improper, and hastily folded the dudou, stuffing it back under the pile of clothes.

Coincidentally, Shui Miaozheng had just finished hanging the clean clothes to dry and was wiping her wet hands with a cloth.

Hearing the door open, she turned around.

Seeing the refreshed and changed Jiang Mu, Shui Miaozheng’s beautiful eyes lit up slightly.

The moonlight and the warm glow from inside the room intertwined, falling upon Jiang Mu, who had just bathed and changed.

His damp hair was casually gathered at the back of his head, revealing a clear forehead and handsome features. The new clothes fit him well, making his figure appear as upright as a pine tree, and he lacked the sharp, murderous aura he usually had when slaying demons.

The refreshing, youthful vigor unique to a young man was exceptionally dazzling, even in the quiet of the night.

’What a handsome young man.’

Shui Miaozheng praised him silently in her heart. Her gaze subconsciously drifted downward for a moment, then, as if remembering something, her pretty face flushed slightly. She turned her head away awkwardly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and said softly:

"Finished your bath? Do the clothes fit alright?"

"They fit perfectly. Thank you, Aunt Shui," Jiang Mu said with a smile.

"That’s good."

Shui Miaozheng gave a gentle smile and walked forward. "Your hair is still wet, and you haven’t dried it. Come on inside. Let your aunt help you comb it so you don’t catch a cold."

"Ah? That won’t be necessary, I can..."

Jiang Mu hesitated, about to politely decline.

But the woman, without taking no for an answer, stepped forward, grabbed his arm, pulled him back into the room, and pushed him down onto the round stool in front of the vanity.

"Sit still and don’t move. There’s no need to be a stranger with your aunt."

Jiang Mu was helpless. He could only sit obediently and let her do as she pleased.

Shui Miaozheng picked up a peach-wood comb and stood behind him, gently combing his semi-dry black hair.

The teeth of the comb glided through his hair, making a soft rustling sound.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the occasional soft crackle of the candle flame.

To break the overly quiet atmosphere, Shui Miaozheng began to make small talk as she combed. "Xiaojiang, I heard Elder Tian and the others mention that you’re not married yet? Is there a girl you’ve taken a fancy to?"