The Cold and Pure-hearted Killer: She Wants to Sleep in the Same Bed with Me?!
At night, the Killer stared in astonishment at Yuyi Yue standing by the bedside, instinctively shifting closer to the wall.
What did she mean? His ears couldn’t be playing tricks on him!
Yuyi Yue blinked her eyes and calmly asked:
“What’s wrong with you?”
As if she had no idea she had just said something utterly shocking.
The Killer furrowed his brows and asked in disbelief:
“You want to sleep with me?!”
Yuyi Yue nodded, looking utterly confused, seemingly unable to understand why the Killer had such a strong reaction:
“Your wounds haven’t healed yet. I can’t let you sleep on the floor.”
The Killer took a deep breath: “That’s not the point. Don’t you understand that men and women should maintain proper distance?”
Looking into Yuyi Yue’s clear, innocent eyes, the Killer felt a faint throbbing in his temples.
He had a bad feeling about this.
Sure enough, Yuyi Yue’s eyes once again showed confusion:
“Men and women should maintain proper distance? Master never taught me that.”
…
In just one day, the Killer had sighed more times than he had in many years before.
He knew how to take lives silently, he knew how to perfectly complete assassination missions.
But he didn’t know how to explain to an unworldly girl why she shouldn’t sleep in the same bed with him.
The Killer gave up on explanations, which he wasn’t good at, and directly asked Yuyi Yue:
“Is this the only bed in the entire courtyard?”
Yuyi Yue nodded, somewhat resentfully saying:
“I was busy treating your wounds all last night, and I also had to deal with the bodies in the courtyard. I stayed up all night. So, can you let me sleep now?”
After saying this, Yuyi Yue decisively took off her white wide-sleeved outer robe.
The Killer quickly averted his gaze, tightly closed his eyes, and tried to maintain a calm tone as he whispered urgently:
“Don’t move! Let me go out first. I won’t sleep tonight!”
Yuyi Yue straightforwardly rejected the Killer’s suggestion:
“You must rest properly now. You can’t go out and wander around.”
The sound of another piece of clothing being removed was infinitely amplified in the quiet moonlight and in the Killer’s ears.
The Killer kept his eyes tightly shut, clenching his jaw.
“I’ll find somewhere else to stay.”
“No, you’re not allowed to back out of your debt.”
“I’m not trying to back out! You, you can’t sleep in the same… Stop taking off your clothes!”
The Killer’s voice was hurried and panicked as he quickly reached out toward Yuyi Yue, trying to stop her actions.
But what his palm touched wasn’t fabric—it was smooth, delicate skin.
The Killer pulled his hand back as if burned by a blazing fire.
“Why are you grabbing my wrist? Oh, I sleep very soundly. I won’t touch your wounds, don’t worry.”
Yuyi Yue said calmly.
The Killer truly couldn’t sit still any longer.
He turned over, intending to jump off the bed.
He was trained—darkness wouldn’t hinder his movements much.
But tonight, there was a variable, an undeniable, decisive variable.
Yuyi Yue forcefully pressed the Killer back onto the bed.
“I already told you, even if you’re bored, you can’t go out. Wait until your wounds are healed. I’m a healer, and I have to take responsibility for you!”
Being pinned to the bed by a girl and being promised “I’ll take responsibility for you” sounded more and more like the ambiguous stories his colleagues used to gossip about.
But the Killer didn’t have the slightest trace of ambiguous thoughts right now.He was shrouded in an inexplicable sense of agitation, which eventually turned into an increasingly hoarse voice.
“I can’t take responsibility for you.”
He didn’t know where Misty River was, nor did he know who Yuyi Yue was.
Only one thing was certain—the Killer could not allow himself to ruin Yuyi Yue’s innocence.
Even if nothing would happen, even if no one would know, even if Yuyi Yue understood nothing of these worldly customs.
But the Killer would not allow it.
Yuyi Yue might not understand these things, but he could not pretend not to.
He was already a man rotting in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He could not ruin his savior, nor could he ruin someone as pure and clear as Yuyi Yue.
Yuyi Yue asked in confusion:
“Why do you need to take responsibility for me? You can just pay me once you recover.”
The Killer was still pinned by Yuyi Yue’s hands on his shoulders, pressed against the bed.
The faint scent of herbs from Yuyi Yue drifted past the Killer’s nose, feeling particularly out of place at this moment.
Finally, the Killer propped himself up and grabbed Yuyi Yue’s slender wrist with his hand.
He closed his eyes tightly and whispered:
“Your innocence, your reputation—your Master never taught you these things, but…”
“Ah.”
Yuyi Yue cut off the Killer’s half-finished sentence with a short syllable.
Then she chuckled softly:
“I understand.”
She sighed lightly and released her hands from the Killer’s shoulders.
“So that’s what you meant. You really are a good person.”
The Killer couldn’t understand the connection between these two statements.
After a moment of silence, Yuyi Yue continued:
“After leaving Misty River, I heard some of the rules that belong to the outside world. Like what you just mentioned. But you’re wrong—innocence and reputation aren’t defined that way.”
Yuyi Yue pressed her fingertip against a spot near the corner of the Killer’s eye, and he involuntarily opened his eyes.
Under the moonlight, Yuyi Yue wore plain inner garments, her long hair silvered by the moonlight.
The Killer’s pupils trembled, and he quickly averted his gaze.
Yuyi Yue said softly:
“I will save any patient who seeks my help—that is my reputation. I will not harm good people without reason, nor will I use poison without restraint to punish evil—that is my innocence.”
“You…”
“You need to recover, and I need to rest. Now, we both must sleep. There’s only this one bed.”
Yuyi Yue laid out the situation before the Killer in the simplest terms.
“So now, sleep. Goodnight.”
Yuyi Yue lay down decisively beside the Killer and closed her eyes.
The late spring night was still chilly, and the Killer couldn’t ignore the unfamiliar warmth from the person beside him or the faint, elusive fragrance.
He truly was not good with words. He couldn’t find any reason to stop Yuyi Yue.
He could only try his best to move farther away, and farther still.
In the overly quiet night, panic and other elusive emotions lingered together.
The Killer forced himself to consider the worst possibilities.
Was she sent by an enemy? Why did she save him? What did she truly want?
The Killer was the top assassin of the Blood-Severing Pavilion, but he was by no means close to the Pavilion Master.
Was she trying to get close to the Blood-Severing Pavilion through him?
Too difficult, impossible. The Pavilion Master was more wary of the Killer than anyone else.
So why, then?
The Killer had never seen such clean, pure eyes before.
The night was serene, but the Killer’s thoughts were so noisy they kept him awake.Until Yuyi Yue’s voice sounded by his ear.
“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
“…”
“Your breathing and heartbeat aren’t at the frequency of someone who’s asleep. Wait, why is your heartbeat speeding up? Are your wounds hurting again?”
“…No.”
“Your pulse seems fine… Huh? You’re nervous, what are you nervous about? I really won’t kill you. After you pay, I’ll remove the Life-Death Gu for you.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you save me?”
“Because you were injured. You’ve already asked this question once.”
The killer said nothing more.
Yuyi Yue suddenly remembered something and asked:
“Speaking of which, I still don’t know who you are.”
“Blood-Severing Pavilion assassin, codename Zhan Kong.”
“So who are you?”
“…It’s not important.”
“It’s very important. In case you try to skip out on payment again, at least I can track you down through your name and the Life-Death Gu.”
The killer couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle:
“You really are…”
Another stretch of silence followed.
So long that the killer couldn’t be sure if Yuyi Yue had already fallen asleep.
Finally, in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, he uttered a name.
“Fang Xun’gui.”
So this name hadn’t yet died in the depths of his heart.
Fang Xun’gui gazed up at the moonlight outside the window, a desolate smile in his eyes.
Who he was had long ceased to matter.
Only on a quiet night like this, under such serene moonlight, could he allow himself to remember the name “Fang Xun’gui” once more.
…
[He’s really so adorable.]
[Indeed.]
[So tomorrow I should drive him away.]
[…Understood, Master. As long as you’re happy.]