Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 167: Master Isn't That Good Looking! 【Part 5】

Ye Wenxin instinctively moved closer, until she could see her reflection in Feng Ya’s eyes, which somehow lifted her spirits.

"What is a concussion?" Feng Ya's focus wasn't on the affair-like scenario or Ye Wenxin’s audacity, but on the unfamiliar term.

Ye Wenxin felt at a loss for words. She picked up Baili Mu, who was still lying on the cold floor, nudging open the dorm door to lay her on the bed.

Shoes off, blanket on—Ye Wenxin’s practiced routine made her roll her eyes at herself.

"Master, could you stop knocking out my roommates next time?"

Feng Ya replied softly, "I can't kill people."

Ye Wenxin wanted to cry. Clearly, Feng Ya wasn’t normal. Her aloof demeanor wasn’t an ethereal goddess's poise; it was a lack of emotional intelligence mistaken for icy elegance.

Pondering this, Ye Wenxin’s disdain for Feng Ya intensified. She sighed, "That's not what I meant. Can't you just approach them openly?"

Feng Ya frowned slightly, saying, "Too noisy."

She had been waiting for a while, hearing Baili Mu’s chatter. The mention of Long Qingyue and "follower" by Ye Wenxin had tested her patience. Imagining her not-yet-familiar disciple running off with someone else, Feng Ya reacted instinctively.

"Uh, I can seal acupoints—mute them, whatever works. Wait! When it wears off, she’ll be noisy." Ye Wenxin recalled potential problems; if Baili Mu discovered Feng Ya, she'd have endless questions.

Ye Wenxin would need to explain more, leading to chaos. Worse, Feng Ya’s visits would trigger Baili Mu’s fangirl antics, making knocking her out preferable.

"Fine, Master, perhaps it’s best you visit less." Ye Wenxin concluded, noticing Feng Ya’s direct gaze, as if questioning her sanity.

"Uh, I mean, you're the Master. Naturally, I, the disciple, should come to you." Ye Wenxin realized her blatant disdain, quickly adding clarification.

Feng Ya turned her gaze away, and Ye Wenxin suspected it was to steady herself, not harm her.

Regardless, Ye Wenxin felt she’d saved her skin again. Feng Ya finally sat, fingers tracing the table.

Feng Ya consistently exuded a paradoxical aura. She seemed passive, yet commanded attention. Her presence wasn’t a forced attraction like the ice body constitution; it was inherent.

Reflecting on this perfect protagonist, Ye Wenxin thought Gu Ao Tian deserved his fate. Someone like Feng Ya needed a more fitting partner.

Ye Wenxin inadvertently glanced at Feng Ya’s lips, recalling their feel, and felt parched. Had she known the mute beauty in the cave was Feng Ya, she’d have seized the moment.

Now, with Feng Ya’s qi stable, a repeat was unlikely.

Feigning a sigh to draw Feng Ya’s attention, Ye Wenxin found her gaze fixed forward, likely conversing with her necklace's "grandfather."

Unaware the necklace housed a "grandmother," Ye Wenxin sighed again, ignored once more.

A third sigh drew a response. "Anything else?"