Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 170 - 169: The Wicked Sword Immortal Deliberately Torments the Little Wicked Girl

"Pei Sword Immortal, could you dress me?"

Ji Xichan leaned lazily against the headboard. She stuck out a cute little foot and poked Pei Yuhang in the back.

Pei Yuhang ignored her. He simply got up and walked to the shower.

Ji Xichan huffed under her breath, 'No fun at all.' Lying on the bed, she began to idly twirl a lock of her hair.

'I wonder if Pei Yuhang is doing this on purpose, to get back at me. A moment ago, that brute split my hair into two handfuls and pulled it tight, like he was holding the reins of a horse he was trying to break. It hurt like hell.'

'Damn him! Does he think I, Ji Xichan, am some kind of Rouge Horse to be broken?!'

Ji Xichan clenched her fists slightly, kicking her legs in the air out of frustration.

Ever since that day, Pei Yuhang no longer treated her with the same tenderness he'd shown in the Cold Spring.

He wore a cold expression the entire time, like a swordsman on the battlefield about to draw his blade against a Demon Fiend.

He was always so savage.

'He has no tenderness for me whatsoever!'

'What a detestable brute!'

'But then again,' Ji Xichan knew Pei Sword Immortal hated her to the core. 'I can just consider this a chance for him to vent... Besides, it's not like I completely hate this kind of treatment. It has its own... particular charm.'

WHOOSH—

The gurgling of water from the shower reached Ji Xichan's ears. Though it was an ordinary sound, it sent her imagination running wild. A cherry-pink blush spread across her snow-white, delicate skin once more.

She got up, walked to the shower, and knocked on the door.

"Pei Sword Immortal, I need to wash up too, so let's just do it together~ Oh... of course, I *only* want to wash up. If your mind wanders, well, that's your problem."

...

...

A woman's words are always full of lies.

And they're often too stubborn to admit what they've said.

"Pei Sword Immortal, I'm just helping you scrub your back. It's your problem if you get any funny ideas."

"Pei Sword Immortal, it's just a little hug. Nothing's going to happen."

"Just a little rubbing..."

"Whoops—it slipped in by accident..."

...

...

A long while later, the two finally emerged from the shower.

Perhaps dizzy from the hot water, Ji Xichan, her face flushed, was draped over Pei Yuhang, letting him carry her to the bed. True to her original request, she insisted he help her get dressed.

"It's not like you don't have hands and feet. The bed is just a few steps away. Why are you making me carry you?"

Pei Yuhang no longer spoke to Ji Xichan in the gentle, soft tones of the past. His voice was filled with impatience and contempt.

But Ji Xichan didn't care. She clung to Pei Yuhang, refusing to let go, making it clear that if he didn't do as she asked, she wouldn't let him leave the room even if it killed her.

"If you don't dress me, don't even think about going to see Fairy Ye!"

"..."

Too lazy to argue with the little demoness, he hoisted Ji Xichan onto his shoulder and roughly tossed her onto the bed.

"Ah! Pei Yuhang, you hurt me!"

Thrown roughly by Pei Yuhang, Ji Xichan hit the wall before falling limply onto the bed. Her voice was filled with fury.

Pei Yuhang strode over and said,

"You must have been in much more pain in the shower just now than you are from that little toss. Why didn't you cry out then?"

"Th-That's not the same as this."

Ji Xichan's face flushed, but before she could say another word, Pei Yuhang's large hand roughly seized her slender ankle and yanked her toward him.

'What do you think you're doing?!'

Ji Xichan instinctively thought Pei Yuhang was about to attack her. For days, she had been so afraid he might kill her in a fit of rage that she hadn't dared let the Pei Sword Immortal bring his sword to their trysts.

But after pulling her over, Pei Yuhang didn't draw a cold longsword. Instead, he picked up the black lace underwear she had tossed on the floor.

"Didn't you ask me to dress you? Well, I'm dressing you now."

"Wait! Those are dirty! I'll get a new pair from my Jiezhi Storage Ring."

"You don't need a new pair. The dirty ones will do just fine."

Ignoring the young woman's furious protests, Pei Yuhang forced the dirty underwear onto her.

"You bastard! You did that on purpose! You put them on backwards!"

Ji Xichan couldn't stand it. She had wanted Pei Sword Immortal to serve her gently, to dress her piece by piece while she took the opportunity to tease him.

Not this... being dressed so haphazardly by Pei Yuhang.

The young woman tried to get up and push Pei Yuhang away, but he shoved her back down.

"Next, I'll put on your stockings."

"Wait! Those stockings are ripped full of holes! They're unwearable!"

Of course, Pei Yuhang paid no mind to her words. He roughly grabbed her flailing little foot and started forcing the stocking on.

In the process, the poor stockings were torn even more. And, whether intentionally or not, Pei Yuhang put them on inside out.

"Fine, fine! So you're messing with me now, is that it, Pei Yuhang?!"

Ji Xichan was furious. The pleasant afterglow from moments before evaporated completely. She shoved Pei Yuhang away, telling him to leave so she could get dressed again by herself.

Watching the young woman change her underwear and stockings, Pei Yuhang felt a trance-like sense of familiarity.

It seemed this same scene had played out before, back in the Saintess Hall of the Yin Yang Sacred Land.

Pei Yuhang laughed self-deprecatingly. 'To think that not long after the great demoness was gone, I'd fall into the hands of a little one.'

He watched the heavy snow drifting outside the window and thought back to the day he brought his Dao Companion into his home. Tomorrow was their anniversary. In years past, he would have been preparing a surprise for her around this time...

He shook his head, then looked at Ji Xichan and said coldly, "Miss Ji, you've had your fun for today, haven't you? I won't be keeping you company for the next few days."

Ji Xichan took out a new pair of thin black stockings and slowly slid them over her perfectly shaped arches. She pulled them deftly up to her thighs, where several clear, red handprints were visible. The black fabric was perfect for covering the shameful marks.

"Hmph. If you don't want to see me, then don't."

'Besides, after the way you tormented me today, I'll need a couple of days to recover anyway...'

Ji Xichan wanted to add another stubborn remark, but she saw Pei Yuhang push the door open and leave without so much as a word of farewell.

"Tch. He leaves the second he's finished. He was like a ravenous wolf, yet he still has to put on that cold, aloof act, as if *he's* the one who was wronged. He's just begging to be put on a leash."

Ji Xichan kicked the pillow in frustration.

After kicking it for who knows how long, Ji Xichan, feeling utterly bored, lay back on the bed. A sudden wave of emptiness and loneliness washed over her.

Just then, the sound of the door pushing open was heard once more.

Ji Xichan thought it was Pei Yuhang returning. A smile touched her lips, and joy bloomed in her bored heart.

But before she could get up, she heard a woman's questioning voice.

"Ji Xichan, why are you in my master's bed?"