Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 112: The Daily Life at Asura Hall

Ye Wenxin was caught off guard by Liu Yansheng's charm technique but quickly broke free, smiling wryly. "Third Sister, wherever there's romance, there's you."

"Of course, but if it's romance with you, I'd be even more willing," Liu Yansheng teased, lifting Ye Wenxin's chin. Liu was slightly taller, making Ye Wenxin wish she could magically grow taller herself.

Realizing she couldn't alter her height at will, she resigned herself and pushed Liu Yansheng aside with disdain.

"But what did you do with your young master today? You have such a strong scent on you," Liu Yansheng, being from the demon race, had a keener sense of smell than humans. She sniffed lightly and could detect scents not belonging to Ye Wenxin, all mingled and ultimately overshadowed by Ling Jue's.

She had wanted to ask earlier, but Zhao Teddy's antics had interrupted her. Now, back at Asura Hall, she intended to get a clear answer.

"You said he's my young master, so what do you think we could have done?" Ye Wenxin deflected the question back at Liu Yansheng, who was taken aback by the casual dismissal and grew more dissatisfied.

"So do you like men or women?" Liu Yansheng pressed on, finding Ye Wenxin increasingly puzzling.

"I like myself."

"You're such a narcissist!" Liu Yansheng believed it, considering how attractive Ye Wenxin looked in both male and female forms. Loving oneself would only require a mirror for self-comfort.

Ye Wenxin was baffled, finally comprehending, "Third Sister, what's your brain made of? Why is it filled with such odd thoughts?" She no longer wanted to engage with Liu Yansheng, but staring at two female cultivators wrestling felt awkward, so she turned to Qian Bingxue, the only seemingly normal one.

After observing for about a quarter of an hour, Qian Bingxue still maintained her posture, intriguing Ye Wenxin. She approached to check and found Qian Bingxue staring blankly into space, maintaining her icy demeanor without actually watching the wrestling.

Such detachment made Ye Wenxin involuntarily clasp her hands in admiration, "Senior Sister, my respect for you is like a river flowing endlessly..."

Unaware that Qian Bingxue was zoning out rather than observing, Liu Yansheng, curious about Ye Wenxin's praise, leaned closer. Qian Bingxue abruptly stood, her icy tone unchanged, "Let's move on to the next place."

She took a few steps forward, her white robes like snow, her skin alabaster, yet for some reason, the tips of her ears were slightly red.

Liu Yansheng, oblivious, continued to enjoy the scene and pulled Ye Wenxin along, asking, "Little Sister, what positions do you like?"

Such teasing made Ye Wenxin feel exasperated.

Ye Wenxin rolled her eyes, "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Liu Yansheng nodded eagerly, impatiently awaiting Ye Wenxin's answer.

Ye Wenxin smirked, "I... like positions without you."

With that, she quickly followed Senior Sister Qian Bingxue to avoid a retaliatory attack from Liu Yansheng.

"Oh, you cheeky little brother—no, little sister, you're in for it now!" Liu Yansheng took three seconds to react, then dashed towards Ye Wenxin like lightning.