I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 34

Unbeknownst to her, a faction struggle was unfolding among the children behind her as Sang Can reluctantly brought Chu Ming back to the inn where they were staying.

"I'm just saying," she frowned and muttered, "how could the esteemed Yushan-jun be stepped on by an old hen?"

"That chicken was really hard to catch! I couldn't hurt it, so I—"

Chu Ming was desperately trying to defend himself, but Sang Can found his explanation quite suspicious and instinctively moved a bit farther away from him.

"Chu Ming-shixiong can just go to my room to sort his clothes," Yun Duan said with a neutral tone, allowing Sang Can to use her as a shield. "Acan and I can wait in the lobby."

"Uh—"

His face showed some embarrassment as he cautiously glanced at Sang Can, his gaze seeming both tentative and pleading.

For some reason, today, Chu Ming didn't appear as tortured as he had in their previous two meetings. He seemed more relaxed, and his behavior around Sang Can felt reminiscent of the past, making her instinctively show a slight expression of annoyance, as if to say, "What are you staring at?"

...No, no, keep calm, keep calm.

Fortunately, Sang Can quickly came to her senses, reciting in her mind three times, "I am the ruthless and heartless demonic cultivator Canzhe," before putting on a blank poker face.

Having known Chu Ming for many years, Sang Can quickly grasped the meaning behind his gaze: It wouldn't be appropriate for a big man like him to change clothes in Yun Duan's room, right?

Tsk, that's an understatement; this just shouldn't be done.

Although Yun Duan didn't seem to mind, Sang Can felt uncomfortable about the situation. She stepped a few paces to the inn's front desk and knocked on the table.

"Are there any available rooms?"

Seeing the innkeeper nodding vigorously, Sang Can pointed at Chu Ming and said, "Then hurry and get Yushan-jun a room, the more luxurious the better; after all, Yushan-jun isn't short on money."

"And," she leaned in closer to the innkeeper, lowering her voice, "the farther away from our two rooms, the better. Ideally, there should be several walls between us with no pathways at all."

After seeing the bewildered Chu Ming led upstairs by the innkeeper, Sang Can finally relaxed her shoulders and let out a sigh.

"Are you tired?"

She thought her actions had been discreet enough, but it seemed Yun Duan noticed. Her voice sounded a bit heavy, and her lips were slightly pressed together.

"...It seems that every time you see Chu Ming-shixiong, you get quite nervous."

Sang Can thought to herself that if Yun Duan weren't present, perhaps she wouldn't be so anxious about Chu Ming, who had already recognized her identity. But now that she heard Yun Duan say this, she was genuinely confused and looked at her quizzically.

"Why?"

Her bafflement must have been obvious, as Yun Duan looked at her for a while before admitting, "Earlier at the teahouse, Chu Ming-shixiong said he wanted to talk to Acan."

As if "talking" was all that was on his mind—Sang Can could guess what he really wanted to discuss. She sighed heavily and advised, "Then you should just tell him, 'There's nothing to talk about; Acan definitely wouldn't be interested.'"

"Since Yun Zhongjun is responsible for me—this phrasing makes me feel like a vicious dog being led by you, but whatever—I need you to take responsibility and make sure no cultivators besides you approach me; I'm allergic to that."