I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 82

The demon clan has always been unrestrained in expressing emotions.

As the demon lord, Wan Shao was no exception. Even though she didn't have much personal experience to speak of, she felt no hesitation or guilt in "selling out" her friend without a second thought.

After all, they had been entangled for half a lifetime already—surely someone had to take the initiative, right?

Looking at Yun Duan, who had only lived a mere twenty-some years, Wan Shao, considering herself the elder, quietly emphasized the "half a lifetime" part of the description in her mind.

But it seemed that the ever-perceptive Lord Yun of the Clouds hadn't fully grasped her words—or maybe she had understood, but found it hard to believe. Wan Shao watched Yun Duan's eyes widen slightly, her expression shifting before she finally spoke slowly.

"... How do you know she won't remember anything after getting drunk?"

Wan Shao shivered and hurriedly explained, inexplicably nervous, "It was just this one time when she got drunk and pulled up the watermelons she had planted herself. Then, the next day, she woke up and came to find me, furious. That's when I realized she doesn't remember what happens when she's drunk—it was a coincidence! Really! I swear, I never did anything to her when she was drunk!"

Seeing Yun Duan's expression soften, Wan Shao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like she had narrowly escaped disaster.

She hesitated, debating whether to further explain her thoughts. After all, she believed that even if Shang Can were sober, she would never reject Yun Duan. Clearing her throat, she began cautiously, "I think once the rice is cooked—"

"... That's enough."

Yun Duan interrupted her before she could finish, and Wan Shao, sensing the faint blush that seemed to creep onto Yun Duan's porcelain-like face, stopped.

Noticing Wan Shao's inquisitive gaze, Yun Duan awkwardly turned her head, focusing her eyes on Shang Can's room door. She stood there, frozen for a moment, before quietly moving forward. As she hesitated before the door, she turned and softly said to Wan Shao, "... I just want to check on A Can."

Sure, Wan Shao thought, her mind full of teasing thoughts. That's what they all say.

Understanding Yun Duan's bashful nature, Wan Shao nodded wisely and gestured for her to go inside. With Wan Shao's encouraging gaze, Yun Duan finally pushed open the door and stepped into Shang Can's room. Wan Shao stared wide-eyed until the door silently closed, then let out a long breath.

Well, if Shang Can asks tomorrow... just say Yun Duan made the first move.

Feeling she had done something truly good, Wan Shao returned to her own room and slept soundly with a smile.

Inside Shang Can's room.

Yun Duan moved lightly, carefully closing the door behind her.

Though she made no sound, the quiet of the room felt unbearably loud.

It was the sound of her own heartbeat, thudding in her chest like a drum.

She hadn't come with any hidden intentions, just concern that Shang Can might have overdrunk, but now that she was here, she felt a nervousness creeping over her. She should have knocked, Yun Duan thought with a hint of frustration. What if A Can wasn't asleep yet?

How strange—Shang Can had been the one sneaking out to drink, and yet Yun Duan was the one feeling anxious now.

Yun Duan remained frozen by the door for a moment, her heart pounding. Eventually, she took a deep breath and moved toward the bed.