Ch 205: Poison Ivy

No, compared to what Rui Bu Si wants to see, Mi Ya Xing was more interested in something else.

There was faint light in the cave. At first, it was a little hard to see clearly, but after his eyes adjusted to the light, the surroundings gradually became clear.

After taking two steps inside, Rui Bu Si suddenly noticed that the person behind her had stopped.

“What’s wrong?”

She turned around and found Mi Ya Xing just standing there with pursed lips. The drawback of the dim light was that she couldn’t clearly see the expression behind his glasses; she only vaguely sensed that he didn’t seem very happy.

So she recalled that all the way here, Mi Ya Xing hadn’t said anything, silently letting her pull him along.

What was he unhappy about?

She hadn’t even gotten angry at his inexplicable probing!

“Rui Bu Si,” he softly called her name, moving a little closer to her.

In this relatively enclosed space, any small sound would be amplified. She heard him, then tilted her head in confusion, waiting for the sequel.

“Hmm?”

She didn’t get a sequel.

Only the two of them were very close. Rui Bu Si felt his gaze on her was incredibly serious, as if he was looking for something. A moment later, it became somewhat disheartened.

Was there something on her face?

It wasn’t a romantic place; it was bare around here. There was no need to make eye contact for so long, was there?

As she opened her mouth to ask something, he suddenly released their clasped hands. Then, with one hand, he took off his glasses, and with the other, gently yet irresistibly, he placed it on the back of her neck.

His lips seemed to pause when they were extremely close; at least, she felt a pause. At that moment, she even thought Mi Ya Xing just wanted to tease her for some reason.

But he wasn’t.

He wasn’t teasing her.

In surprise, she instinctively tried to take a step back, but he didn’t allow it.

It was just a simple touch; she didn’t have the feeling that Mi Ya Xing was about to bite her as revenge.

Of course, if Mi Ya Xing dared to bite her, she swore she would bite back even harder.

“It’s not like there was absolutely no reaction.”

He released her and looked into her eyes for a long time before speaking.

Saying he released her isn’t quite right.

His hand remained on the back of her neck, making her feel a little uncomfortable. As she reached out to take it away, Mi Ya Xing suddenly tucked her hair behind her ear.

She hadn’t tied her hair up when she went out today.

Or rather, from a certain day onwards, she rarely tied her hair up.

Because she found that hair ties disappeared extremely easily, and rebuying them was too troublesome. Besides, she didn’t have the habit of tying her hair before, so she gradually stopped.

“Since Valentine’s Day night, I’ve had the feeling that only I’m falling for you.”

She was stunned for a while, not understanding why Mi Ya Xing suddenly said this.

His cool fingertips brushed against her earlobe, making her shiver involuntarily.

She couldn’t get used to others touching there at all.

However, as if on purpose, or as if in retaliation, his hand stayed there, not moving away.

“Rui Bu Si, I feel very uneasy.”

She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she heard accusation and grievance in his voice.

“Uneasy?”

“Yes, uneasy.”

“Whether it’s a confession, a sudden kiss, or even the anger just now, you’re always like a bystander,” the accusatory tone disappeared, replaced by a feeling of grievance, “watching me fall for you, like teasing a puppy by occasionally giving it a candy.”

Rui Bu Si felt that that deep sense of grievance had a familiar feeling.

It wasn’t entirely grievance; it was more like…

He looked seriously into her eyes, put his glasses back on, and couldn’t help but smile, interrupting her thoughts:

“It’s good, Rui Bu Si, I’m not the only one falling.”

He could clearly feel his own change, feeling love uncontrollably overflowing, thinking of her all the time, wanting to see her more.

Yet, just like before their relationship was confirmed, he hadn’t noticed any difference in how Rui Bu Si treated him compared to others.

Or rather, whether it was holding hands, kissing, or anything else, she had always seemed to be observing him, observing a very interesting “thing,” curious about what kind of reaction that “thing” would produce that she would find more amusing, so she gave more.

It was as if those words of “love” were things that could be casually said to anyone.

“Why…would you say that?”

He looked at her reddened ears, moved his hand away, and her hair fell back into place.

“No, nothing.” He held her hand, but not so tightly as to make her uncomfortable. “Weren’t you going to show me something? Let’s go see it.”

Rui Bu Si just thought he was rather strange.

He could just kiss her and then have a whole bunch of post-kiss feelings.

“You can’t just leave me hanging and make me guess before bed, can you?”

This time, it was her turn to be unwilling to leave.

“Where do you feel uneasy?”

Her finger pressed on the slightly swollen place on his lip where she had bitten him.

“Right now.”

“Right now?”

He sighed: “You make me feel that you do these things just to see me lose control, not out of ‘love’.”

She frowned: “What’s the difference?”

“There is,” he squeezed her hand, “Rui Bu Si, there is a difference.”

“You can’t be nonchalant when you confess, you can’t act like nothing happened after a kiss, you can’t act like you’ll break up with me at any moment, and then the next second make me think we’ll never be apart.”

“You always make me feel that all my anxieties are due to my overthinking, and you always keep me in a state of anxiety… Rui Bu Si, don’t do this to me.”

The flawed words he used to test her, besides achieving the desired result, also revealed that she understood him better than he thought.

Even better than he understood himself.

After that sudden “kiss,” after getting out of that uneasy state, he suddenly realized—

She clearly knew how to make him uneasy, and even more clearly knew how to make him feel better. Whether it was grievance or anger, her true reaction was far less than what she showed.

“Were you really that angry just now?”

“Maybe?” She was a little strange. “Do you wish I was angrier?”

“Yes, I wish you were angrier, I wish that every time you make a close move, it’s not because of intentional or unintentional teasing, not because of a retaliatory act for my actions being different from your expectations.”

“And what if it was for that purpose?”

“If it was for that purpose,” he looked at her “You can’t do anything to me” expression, “what can I do? I have to find a way to tease you back.”

“Hmm?”

“Wisdom can be used to solve mysteries, and it can also be used for this. Student Rui Bu Si, I also have a vengeful heart, and I will retaliate.”

She couldn’t really imagine Mi Ya Xing retaliating.

“What if I did it unintentionally?”

“You will receive my ‘intentional’ retaliation.”

She looked at him, with that look of seeing something new and curious, Mi Ya Xing sighed and turned his head:

“I’ve answered everything you wanted to know. Can we go see what you’re going to show me now?”

He hadn’t expected that the mysterious thing Rui Bu Si was taking him to see would be this.

“Poison Ivy?”

At the bottom of the glass bottle was a small amount of an unknown liquid. The poison ivy was on top of the liquid, not touching it at all. It was wilted, without a single leaf. If it weren’t for the faint Dark Aura remaining, it would have looked more like a dead branch picked up from somewhere.

“Yeah,” she picked up the glass bottle from the stone table and shook it. The quiet poison ivy desperately moved upwards. “It doesn’t seem to like this magical potion.”

It’s more than just dislike.

“What are you raising this for?”

The poison ivy in Meng Academy only grew in the underground waterway, and no one had studied whether it could grow well outside the underground waterway.

“Jian Ni said it was a gift, but after getting some poison ivy, he found it difficult to raise it outside the underground waterway, so he asked me to find someone to take a look.”

Rui Bu Si recalled that Jian Ni had asked her a long time ago.

In her impression, the poison ivy had always been easy to grow. When Jian Ni said it was dying, she thought it was just acting.

If Mi Ya Xing hadn’t invited her to the small woods today, and hadn’t happened to see the cave in the distance, she might not have remembered.

But now it seems like it’s not acting, it’s really dying.

Didn’t Jian Ni say that what was poured in was a potion to promote plant growth?

She shook the bottle again, and the quiet poison ivy became a little more “spirited.”

Mi Ya Xing wasn’t very optimistic about Jian Ni giving a poison ivy as a gift.

“The person you found is me?”

He had never raised poison ivy before.