Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

Chapter 87-Dizzy

Translated by Snowfall77

Digesting Xia Ge’s words, Gu Peijiu stood silently for a moment.  Until eventually she crouched down beside Xia Ge, reaching out a hand and brushing the wet hair off Xia Ge’s face.

Her delicate fingertips leaving traces of warmth along Xia Ge’s ice-cold cheeks.

“Stand up,” Gu Peijiu said.

Xia Ge didn’t move.

Gu Peijiu: “Still don’t want to get up?”

Ill at ease, Xia Ge stared at the frog splashing in the deep puddle: “……please, quickly go and find the master.”

Gu Peijiu made not the slightest movement.  The steady umbrella stayed right over the top of Xia Ge’s head, protecting her from the rainstorm just outside its small boundary.

Xia Ge lifted her head: “Why……why haven’t you gone yet?”

Before she could say another word, the scenery around Xia Ge abruptly changed.  As the landscape painted on Gu Peijiu’s umbrella blotted out the deep grey sky, Xia Ge was wrapped in a warm embrace.  And, despite her eyes widening, all she could see was Gu Peijiu’s pale, elegant neck.

For an instant, Xia Ge’s mind went blank.

She was completely soaking wet……

Belatedly reacting, Xia Ge tried to struggle.  However Gu Peijiu sternly ordered: “Don’t move.”

Xia Ge stiffened and stopped moving.

Gu Peijiu held in the umbrella with one arm and used the other to hold Xia Ge.

Too light, Gu Peijiu thought to herself.  Too small and thin.

Not knowing what to do with herself, Xia Ge shrank into Gu Peijiu’s embrace, her soft question barely audible: “……didn’t you want to talk to the master?”

“Stop worrying about that,” Gu Peijiu replied, “Where do you want to go?”

Xia Ge watched the great drops of rain falling outside the cover of the umbrella, her thoughts in a muddle: “……Yu temple.”

Gu Peijiu was a little surprised: “You want to go to the rain god’s temple?”

Finally recovering herself, Xia Ge laughed: “I want to go to Yu temple to pray for even more rain.”

Gu Peijiu: “You want to go there right now?”

Xia Ge faltered: “Um, I’m……”  Just trying to make a joke.

Gu Peijiu: “Very well.”

Suddenly anxious, Xia Ge started to struggle again: “No, won’t go!”

Xia Ge buried her head in Gu Peijiu’s shoulder: “I have a headache, a fever, I don’t feel well.  I won’t go.  Not going.”

The pitter-patter of the rain hitting the umbrella was melodic, like a fairy’s dancing footsteps.

While Xia Wuyin’s usual deliberately lowered tone had washed away, her voice reverting back to its original, girlish softness, her refusal sounding like the song of a lark, light and sweet.

Quietly waiting until Xia Ge had finished speaking and stopped trying escape, Gu Peijiu slowly answered: “Then we won’t go.”

Xia Ge: “Please……let go of me.”

Gu Peijiu: “Where is it that you want to go to now?”

When Xia Ge was rendered silent and suffocated by those words, a small smile flitted across Gu Peijiu’s lips.

“If you don’t want to go to Yu temple, where is it that you want to go?” Gu Peijiu asked again.

Xia Ge pinched at the hem of her wet jacket, and since she didn’t dare spout anymore drivel, whispered: “Just, back to my room.”

Gu Peijiu: “Still feeling unwell?”

Xia Ge: “……I feel fine, not sick at all.”

“Mmm,” Gu Peijiu said, “In that case, I’ll take you back to your room.”

On their way, the mountain rain continued drizzling down.  Xia Ge couldn’t steel herself to look Gu Peijiu in the face, even though nestled within her warm embrace.  Rather, Xia Ge felt completely nonplussed, and stared out at the misty downpour outside the cover of the pretty umbrella.

Once they got to Xia Ge’s place, Gu Peijiu put her down and opened the door for her, saying: “Change your clothes and take a hot bath.”

After a pause, Gu Peijiu also added: “You don’t have to attend evening class today either.”

Xia Ge: “Oh.”

Lowering her umbrella, Gu Peijiu carefully looked at the girl with her head bowed and hair still dripping wet, enjoining a moment later: “Get some good rest.”

Xia Ge raised her head, looking back at Gu Peijiu, who stood there with an umbrella and wet clothes.

Both Gu Peijiu and Xia Ge were silent for a long while.

Finally Xia Ge said hesitantly: “Senior Sister, your clothes are wet.”

Gu Peijiu shook her head: “No harm done.”

Xia Ge spoke sincerely: “Thank you, Senior Sister.”

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Gu Peijiu cocked her head, as if she’d heard something baffling.

A second later, and her dark eyes narrowed: “Rest well, I’ve something to go do.”

Done speaking, Gu Peijiu raised her umbrella and slowly disappeared back into the rainstorm.

Xia Ge suddenly called: “Take care, Senior Sister.”

Even through the heavy rain, Xia Ge’s words still carried.  Gu Peijiu’s footsteps paused for a second, her crimson ribbon dancing in her fine black hair, before she continued gliding away.

It was just that now her pace was slower.

Eventually, Senior Sister’s straight back could no longer be seen, and Xia Ge was left with only a foggy mountain covered with mist and rain.

Senior Sister’s embrace was so warm.

Xia Ge became lost in her thoughts.

System: [Host……]

Xia Ge: “Mmm?”

System: [Please Turn Your Head To The Right About Forty-Five Degrees.]

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Without thinking, Xia Ge turned her head forty-five degrees to the right.

A bronze mirror reflected back the image of someone with dripping wet hair and sodden clothing stuck to their body, looking very much like a bedraggled chicken plucked out a soup pot.

Or perhaps a half-drowned dog.

The system jeered: [Ah, Truly Good-Looking.]

Xia Ge stared at the buried-at-sea ‘flower’ in the mirror: “……”

Yet that other person had maintained the aura of an immortal fairy.

Suffocating.

Locking her door, Xia Ge quickly stripped off her wet clothes, bathed, and changed into a dry outfit.  Then she lay on her bed, covering her head with her quilt.  Unfortunately, the feeling of wanting to dig herself a new Mariana Trench would not dissipate.

Xia Ge wrapped her face in the quilt.

“Aaahh, it’s too embarrassing……”

The system was astounded: [……You Actually Realize You Embarrassed Yourself?]

Xia Ge froze under the blanket, eventually protesting: “You don’t care about me at all.”

After that she rolled around on her bed a few times, venting her frustrations.  When she was finally finished, she felt slightly woozy.

She muttered to herself: “……why do I feel dizzy?”

“Because Senior Sister is so beautiful?  Is that why I’m so dizzy?”

In the spirit of friendship, the system checked over Xia Ge’s body for her.

A minute later——

[Host, I Am Sorry To Inform You That You Are Not Dizzy With Infatuation.  Instead, You Are Dizzy Because You Have Water For Brains And Will Soon Be Having A Fever.]

Xia Ge: “Oh.”

Well……that was a pity.

At midnight——

Xia Ge did indeed have a fever.

She had vertigo, her head was heavy and aching, and she was unable to open her eyes or say anything.

System: [You Must Be Seeking Death.]

Xia Ge wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, no words would come out of her sore throat.

System: [I Told You That You Were Going To Be Sick And Have A Fever.  Why Didn’t You Prepare Some Medicine For Yourself?]

——Because I thought I could just endure it.

[You Could Endure Before Because Ye Ze Was There.]

[But There’s No One Here To Take Care Of You Now.]

——Sorry, I’ve been busy lately.  I forgot.

The system seemed to have said something else, but Xia Ge’s head was too muddled to distinguish its words.  Her heavy body and exhaustion pulled her under, little by little, making her sink further and further down.

She lost consciousness.

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Thousand Souls Hall-

A blood-colored carpet spread across the whole of the large, richly ornamented hall, and on a throne carved of jade sat a young lady.  Her ebony-colored hair was draped over her shoulder, while her legs were lazily curled up.  A red gown, bright as a blooming blood lotus, set off her soft, pale skin.  Her long eyes were fringed with thick eyelashes, and dim, flickering candlelight reflected in her black pupils, giving her an extremely secretive mien.

Below her, on the blood-red carpet, a white-clothed child bowed their head, too afraid to speak.

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“Little Bai……”

The young lady’s voice was indolent, “Three thousand demon puppet soldiers, and you still couldn’t lay hold of Gu Peijiu. But let’s set that aside.”

Little Bai did not lift their head.

“Now it’s been a month since I let you send someone to rescue my predecessor.  Tell me……”  Su Chan idly examined her finger nails, then raised her eyes with a spurious smile, “Have they even managed to retrieve the key?”

Little Bai felt cold sweat beading: “There was a mishap……”

“Tsk-tsk,” Su Chan chuckled softly, “It’s very amusing, how you always have a ‘mishap’ when given something to do.”

Little Bai’s cold sweat was now dripping over their whole body.  “I ask the Master to punish me!  But……please give me another……”

“Eyes or ears,” Su Chan cupped her chin in one palm, tilted her head, and smiled innocently, “Either one will do.”

Little Bai thought long and carefully: “……eyes.”

“Mmm,” Su Chan’s smile still lingered on her lips, “Off you go.”

Little Bai unexpectedly breathed a sigh of relief at the confirmation of the punishment: “As you order.”

Little Bai rose to their feet, then, as if remembering something, wavered: “Master……”

Su Chan: “Yes?”

Little Bai: “The spy said that there seems to be a puppet master in Lingxi Sect.”

Su Chan’s expression didn’t change: “Oh?”

Little Bai: “I don’t whether it’s true or not, but the spy says……they’d found a little puppet and nothing seemed to be wrong with it.  However, our spy failed while trying to retrieve the key because the puppet master exploded a different little puppet, stopping the spy’s actions and leaving them in a difficult position.”

“Although, thanks to this, your subordinates were able to learn that……the spy’s movements were being monitored.”

Having a puppet exploded in his face had certainly freed Bairen from someone’s {soul-controlling voice} and also given him a renewed sense of vigilance.

Su Chan’s eyes slightly narrowed: “Anything further?”

Little Bai briefly hesitated: “May I be so bold as to ask……what does Master intend to do now?”

Su Chan couldn’t be bothered to answer: “Go and receive your punishment.”

Little Bai: “Yes.”

Soon the young lady in her blood-red attire was left alone in the great hall.

So Lingxi Peak had a puppet master making little puppets, and that puppet master would even go so far as to explode one of their little puppets to stop Demon Sect’s spy.

What lovely information.

Su Chan held her slightly warm flute against her chest, gently caressing it for a long time.

“Come.”

Three black shadows emerged in the hall, sinister and full of demonic qi.  Rustling, they each knelt before Su Chan on one knee, their faces covered.

“Find out who the puppet master is.”

The leader of the three black shadows asked: “Master, after we discover who it is……?”

“What?  You still need me to tell you?” Su Chan chuckled lightly, her eyes gentle, and her voice languorous, “Even though they’re interesting, they’re in our way.  You had better kill them.”

“Yes, Master!”

Having been given their orders, the three shadows departed.

The night was dark and deep.

Su Chan held her flute out, her thick eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings as she gazed upon it, stroking it up and down.

Finally, she silently hugged it back to herself, tight against her crimson dress.

It didn’t matter how desolate the bones of the dead were.  Or whether the bones become deified or demonized.  To that person, it’d be nothing more than a meaningless joke.

雨yǔ     rain

(literary) to rain / (of rain, snow etc) to fall / to precipitate / to wet

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