Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 144

Splash—

Yan Zhao fell headfirst into the small pool, splashing water everywhere.

Ren Qingyue froze for a moment, covering her face.

At that moment, the spirit herb jumped out of Yan Zhao's hands, looking ready to fly away.

Ren Qingyue let go, allowing Yan Zhao to tumble into the water.

With a swift movement, she bound the spirit herb with an invisible force, pulling it back.

Ren Qingyue took out a jade box, gently touching the spirit herb's wrinkled skin with her fingertip, and the tiny creature fell from the air, directly into the jade box.

With a snap of the lid, Ren Qingyue pressed a yellow talisman onto it, completely trapping the spirit herb inside.

From the moment the herb took flight to when Ren Qingyue captured it, mere moments passed.

Yan Zhao, caught off guard and falling into the water, flipped herself upright only to hear a light click—the senior sister had already caught the spirit herb.

The pool was shallow, and Yan Zhao sat in the water, which only came up to her waist.

A breeze blew, sending a chill through her.

Looking down, she saw her belt had snapped, and her clothes had fallen open, pooling around her arms and soaking up the water, becoming heavy.

Her shoulders were exposed, her hair draped over them, damp and knotted at the ends.

Every now and then, a droplet of water trickled down her neck, pooling at the small dip in her collarbone before falling again.

The clear droplets slid over her soft, fair skin, leaving no trace behind.

In the dim, shadowy light of the forest, the scene became more hauntingly serene, quietly stirring a hidden heart.

Unconsciously, Ren Qingyue held her breath.

Her throat felt dry, and she wanted Yan Zhao to get up and put on her clothes, but the words wouldn't come out.

How long this silence lasted, she couldn't tell; she saw the third droplet fall from Yan Zhao's chin.

Perhaps it had been a long time, or perhaps just a moment.

Yan Zhao lifted her head and complained to Ren Qingyue, "Senior sister, you ruined my clothes."

Ren Qingyue: "..."

Time resumed its flow; feeling embarrassed, Ren Qingyue averted her eyes, feigning calmness as she handed over the secured spirit herb. "But I helped you catch it."

Ah Zhao had always been lucky, and this flying spirit herb was the millennium sandalwood she had been looking for.

Yan Zhao's eyes brightened at the sight of the jade box in Ren Qingyue's hands.

She took the box and stored it away in her bag.

Reflecting on what had just happened, Yan Zhao thought: it really wasn't her senior sister's fault.

It was her own carelessness, jumping too high; if her senior sister hadn't caught her, she might have hit her head badly.

She looked down at her clothes, trying to fix them.

But they were already oversized and ill-fitting; without the belt, they kept slipping down.

Yan Zhao spoke again, "I can't wear this."