The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress! [PART 2]

A8 C225: Attending to the Lord in His Chamber

Sang Feiwan leisurely dressed himself, suddenly remembering that Baili Duyue was still in bed. He turned back discreetly, only to find he was looking at him with a dumbfounded expression. He subtly curled his lips.

Upon careful calculation, it seemed like it had been many years since he had seen someone so easily fooled. Surprisingly, it happened within the context of a novel.

But it could only be in a novel.

In reality, there was no one like Baili Duyue. There were too many emotions and events that couldn't be preserved, often left to be carried by the strokes of a pen...

Lost in thought for a moment, Sang Feiwan noticed a crimson garment on the ground. Presuming it to be Baili Duyue's inner robe, he picked it up, changed his demeanor, and walked towards the bed. Speaking with warmth and concern, he said, "Lord, you soaked in the lake for quite a while last night. It's better to put on some clothes; otherwise, catching a cold wouldn't be good."

He forgot—Baili Duyue was a cultivator, beyond the reach of the 440 ailments of mortal beings.

Despite being struck by this morning's scene, Baili Duyue was still having trouble recovering. When he saw Sang Feiwan reaching out with the clothes, he instinctively moved back for a moment, tightly pursed his lips, and the color drained from his face. Unconsciously, he clutched the blanket, covering his naked body.

It was apparent; he was somewhat flustered.

"..."

Seeing this, Sang Feiwan raised an eyebrow faintly, then smiled again. Lowering his gaze, he brushed off the dust on the clothes, gently placed them by the bed, and deliberately sighed, "Lord must be tired of me..."

Baili Duyue's figure stiffened.

However, Sang Feiwan seemed oblivious to his stiffness, continuing to speak as if to himself, "Well, the lord's divine beauty and my humble status. Naturally, I dare not climb high. In the future... I certainly won't appear in front of the lord, not wanting to annoy you..."

After saying this, he didn't look at Baili Duyue's expression anymore, took two steps back, and turned to leave the study. Quietly closing the door, his departing figure appeared desolate and lonely.

Baili Duyue, seeing this, tightened his fingertips. For a moment, his body leaned forward involuntarily, seemingly wanting to do something, but ultimately, he did nothing. He closed his eyes, trying to recall the events of last night. All he remembered was the heated scene in the flower garden with Sang Feiwan, leaving him ashamed and indignant.

No...

It shouldn't have been like this...

There must have been something wrong last night. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been mentally confused without any reason. Could there be something unusual in the lake?

Baili Duyue, not sure what he was recalling, suddenly opened his eyes, no longer showing the previous panic and confusion. Instead, the depths of his eyes surged with a dark, chilly emotion.

Sang Feiwan understood that Baili Duyue was only naive in matters of emotions, like a blank sheet of paper. However, it didn't mean the lord was a fool. Something unusual had happened last night, and Baili Duyue would investigate it soon. Rather than waiting to be caught, it was better for Sang Feiwan to temporarily withdraw and avoid trouble.

Over the next few days, Sang Feiwan even took the initiative to resign from the task of cleaning the study, volunteering to trim flowers in the garden to stay away from Baili Duyue. But at the same time, he didn't forget to secretly gather information.