Chapter 703: Same Bed

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

While Mu Xiaoyun organized her things, Ye Mo examined the herbs she had gathered. He was increasingly astonished; they included many precious herbs and even three spirit herbs: Ming Jie Grass, Man Tian Grass, and Double Leaf Mushroom. Double Leaf Mushroom was the primary ingredient for the Great Essence Increasing Pill, crucial for cultivators at the Chi Gathering Tertiary stage, but also effective at the Foundation Establishment Primary stage. Finding this spirit herb here ignited Ye Mo’s excitement—this small world was indeed worth the journey. However, Mu Xiaoyun's gathering process preserved only the herbs' medicinal properties, not their spiritual ones. Still, her ability to maintain the medicinal properties demonstrated her herbal knowledge. Ye Mo decided he needed to learn the source of these herbs to explore similar locations himself.

Meanwhile, Mu Xiaoyun finished organizing and approached Ye Mo. “Mo babe,” she said, “I’ve prepared water. Will you be showering?”

Ye Mo gestured toward the herbs. “Xiaoyun, did you collect these?”

Mu Xiaoyun nodded. “Yes, but my father only taught me basic knowledge. I didn't dare treat patients, so I gather herbs and sell them, barely making ends meet with my mother-in-law.”

“Your father’s a doctor?” Ye Mo asked instinctively.

“Yeah, didn’t you know?” Mu Xiaoyun asked, surprised.

Ye Mo laughed awkwardly. He wanted to clarify their non-marital status, but his wounds were unhealed, and he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. “Then I’ll go shower now,” he said, changing the subject.

Mu Xiaoyun didn’t object and followed him. Seeing Ye Mo look at her, she blushed. “Mo babe,” she said, “I’ll help you wash.”

“Huh?” Ye Mo asked, “Did you always help me wash before?”

Mu Xiaoyun shook her head. “I was terrified of you before, and we didn’t have a proper wedding, so I didn’t. But now you’re back, and I only have you, those ceremonies aren’t important.”

Ye Mo finally understood. Mo Yousheng hadn't even married Mu Xiaoyun before leaving. Mo Yousheng’s strict nature had clearly frightened her. His own gentler character made Mu Xiaoyun feel closer to him. Ye Mo rubbed his head, smiling. “It’s fine, I can wash myself. Wait for me outside.”

“Mo babe, I’m yours in life and death. Do you not like me? I don’t care about your… your—” Mu Xiaoyun’s voice trembled, near tears.

Ye Mo waved his hand. “No, I’m just used to washing myself.”

Though Ye Mo’s refusal was gentle, Mu Xiaoyun’s spirits sank. A few cleansing spells would have made washing far easier, but Ye Mo didn’t want to disappoint her, so he bathed using the prepared water.

Their room contained only one bed, leaving Ye Mo considering his sleeping arrangements.

“Mo dear, you can go to bed; I’ll help you,” Mu Xiaoyun quickly offered. Seeing his hesitation regarding the bed, she immediately understood. “Mo babe,” she said, “I’ve been sleeping in the log room anyway. You can sleep here; I’ll go there.”

Ye Mo’s spirit sense scanned the log room and he was speechless. It was completely dark and damp. How could anyone sleep there?

“That place is too wet; you can’t sleep there,” Ye Mo said, shaking his head.

“No, ever since Mother-in-law passed, I haven’t replaced the roof thatching, so it’s… ” Mu Xiaoyun trailed off, realizing something: her Mo dear hadn't visited his mother’s grave since his return. This seemed amiss.

“You’re my wife. Don’t you want to sleep with me?” Ye Mo asked abruptly. If she didn’t, he wouldn’t mind sleeping elsewhere.

“No, no, I’m willing, of course I am!” Mu Xiaoyun’s face flushed with excitement. She hadn’t expected him to say that.

Ye Mo breathed a sigh of relief. “Then sleep with me.” He could use spirit stones even in bed.

…

Mu Xiaoyun waited for Ye Mo to undress before extinguishing the candle and removing her own clothes. Ye Mo avoided scanning her. They were alone, in the same bed. Mu Xiaoyun was not Yu Yuyan. Even with Yu Yuyan naked beside him, a simple Clear Mind Spirit spell would suffice, but Mu Xiaoyun’s endearing nature made him question if such a spell was even necessary.

Before he could decide, a warm, sweetly scented body pressed against his. Mu Xiaoyun’s body was soft, yet Ye Mo felt her trembling.

“What are you scared of?” He felt pity and took her rough hands, unsure how to comfort her.

The touch broke her composure. She hugged him tightly, crying out as if releasing years of hardship.

Ye Mo instinctively hugged her back, cursing Mo Yousheng internally, but immediately felt remorse. He couldn't do this to Mu Xiaoyun. A deep sense of guilt washed over him; he felt he was betraying Luo Ying and Ning Qingxue. He loosened his hold, lacking the heart to push her away and leave her crying.

He feared she might demand intimacy, or even take matters into her own hands. His resistance to her was at an all-time low.

Fortunately, his fears were unfounded. Mu Xiaoyun made no advances. Being in her husband's arms seemed the utmost happiness to her. Even after he released her, she clung to him.

Ye Mo calmed himself, focusing on his meridian cycles. He found his chi recovering far faster than at the Yu estate, even without spirit stones. Soon, he fell asleep.

He awoke to daylight, looking down at Mu Xiaoyun. Her undergarments were disarrayed, revealing her breasts. A surge of desire ignited within him; his throat felt dry, and he instinctively touched her.

An indescribable feeling and scent filled his senses. He couldn't resist squeezing them. They felt wonderfully soft and yielding.

Mu Xiaoyun moaned in her sleep, moving closer.

‘What am I doing?’ Ye Mo thought, pulling his hands away. Then he saw her eyes open.

‘She’s awake?’ He quickly withdrew his hands awkwardly. Mu Xiaoyun blinked her pretty eyes, immediately understanding. Her face flushed; she genuinely enjoyed his actions.

She took his hand, placing it on her chest. “Mo babe,” she whispered, “though we can’t be like other couples, I like this too.”

Ye Mo, holding her breast, was confused. What did that mean?

Mu Xiaoyun’s blush deepened, spreading to her neck. Ye Mo had never seen this alluring side of her. Her moist eyes nearly made him forget their lack of a real relationship.

This was wrong—he stopped himself. He had a wife; how could he do this? Mu Xiaoyun’s actions stemmed from believing he was her husband. Wasn’t he taking advantage?

That thought was interrupted when Mu Xiaoyun accidentally touched his lower body, then grasped it.

She soon withdrew her hand, remaining still, but Ye Mo saw her blush fade to pallor. She began to tremble violently, her body stiffening.