I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 65

In short, Shang Can dared not move at all.

It seemed more than a month had passed since she last saw Yun Duan's sleepwalking, but thinking back, she realized that for most of that time, she hadn't been with Yun Duan. This made Shang Can worry: could it be that Yun Duan had also suffered from this condition in the ghost realm?

She had no one to ask about this concern, but seeing that Yun Duan seemed completely unaware of her own night wandering and had suffered no injuries provided some reassurance—thank goodness.

However, the warmth radiating from her waist and abdomen made it impossible for Shang Can to feel at ease.

No matter how much she tried to distract herself with other thoughts, the presence of Yun Duan, who was straddling her, was tangible and undeniable. It was a weight that was oddly comforting, but it also made her worry whether Yun Duan was too light.

Shang Can felt her little ancestor silently gripping her hand and pulling it tight against her waist, followed by a rustling sound from the clothes that made her scalp tingle.

The tips of her fingers brushed against the smooth, thin fabric of Yun Duan's nightgown—it was so thin it sent a chill down her spine. When did Yun Duan change into this outfit? Was it a bit too revealing? The weather wasn't warm enough for that, was it?

At this moment, all Shang Can could do was let out a silent scream of terror in her mind, unable to put up any effective resistance. After all, she was firmly pinned down by Yun Duan, her hand held unreasonable at her waist, and she couldn't even see—though that had nothing to do with Yun Duan. She felt utterly helpless and powerless.

...How could she not see at all?!

Shang Can felt an unexpected wave of frustration. Even though she knew that if she could see, it would probably only complicate her feelings further, being in this dark, unclear situation made her feel somewhat unwilling to accept it.

Calm down, calm down, Shang Can thought. Now is not the time to dwell on such matters.

With no drowsiness in her mind, Shang Can was made even more alert by this situation. She took several deep breaths to force her irregularly beating heart to settle down a bit.

...After calming down, Shang Can realized that her position with Yun Duan was indeed very strange.

The faint warmth coming from Yun Duan was filled with an unspoken ambiguity. Yun Duan's legs brushed against her sides, whether intentionally or not, and there seemed to be an inclination to draw closer.

This was bad. Shang Can felt stiff, afraid to move. She had only seen such a position in dramas before she time-traveled.

She could feel the heat rising along her neck, making her head spin. Shang Can silently thought that she was completely at someone else's mercy; she couldn't just forcibly shove Yun Duan off, could she? Even Liu Xia Hui wouldn't do something like that.

Whether this counted as a good thing was debatable. Shang Can self-deprecatingly mused, just when she was sharing a bed with Yun Duan, she had to deal with her sleepwalking.

It was as if this was bound to happen, and when it did, it turned out like this. It had been the same before; during the sleepwalking incident in Biluohuangquan, Yun Duan, usually serene and detached, had unexpectedly sought close physical contact.

Now the person involved was Shang Can—she really couldn't figure out if this was a good thing, but at least she understood one thing: if the person involved wasn't her... then it certainly wouldn't be a good thing.