There’s Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

Chapter 217: Lu Xun, I'm So Lonely

In reality, there was no nickname "Shuang'er" at all. Even Mu Qingshuang's family and her closest friend, Su Jingyi, just call her Qingshuang. ‘Shuang'er' is a name she specifically thought of for Lu Xun, a special name reserved only for him, emphasizing his importance.

Lu Xun couldn't help but be taken aback, looking at the beautiful mature widow before him. He chuckled helplessly, "Isn't this a bit improper?"

"It's perfectly fine, really. What's wrong with it?" Mu Qingshuang turned her head, urgently saying, "My name doesn't matter. You can just remember me as Shuang'er, the ‘shuang' in ‘white dew turns into frost.'"

As these words left her lips, a deep sigh escaped Mu Qingshuang, her face revealing a trace of sadness and solitude. Absently gazing at the flowers and grass in the courtyard, she mumbled, "If you're unwilling, I won't force you. After all, I'm used to this now, so forget it."

Lu Xun smiled and said lightly, "Alright, Shuang'er."

In an instant, Mu Qingshuang was filled with a mix of surprise and excitement.

This could be promising! It seems like there's potential between us. Mu Qingshuang gently bit her lip, responded with a soft, somewhat sticky tone, and pretended to pour herself a cup of tea. She appeared somewhat composed on the surface, but frequent sips of the tea revealed her inner awkwardness.

At the same time, she sneakily cast a sidelong glance at him. Her eyes couldn't help but linger on his handsome and masculine face, slowly moving down his neck to his robust chest, a place she found incredibly comfortable.

"By the way, Shuang'er," Lu Xun casually inquired as he ate a pastry, "Do you know Zhao Yueyan?"

"Huh?" Mu Qingshuang snapped back to attention, looking at him with confusion. She asked curiously, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing," Lu Xun suddenly didn't want to ask anymore. He smiled and replied, "These pastries are quite delicious, it seems you can't find them outside. Are they tribute items from the imperial palace?"

Mu Qingshuang nodded thoughtfully and said, "Indeed, these are offerings from the royal nobility, but that's about it. If you like them, I can have some prepared for you. However, there isn't much left. How about this? Next time you come over, I'll prepare more for you, what do you think?"

The meaning was cryptic yet clear, which was to arrange for their next meeting. Lu Xun instantly understood the implied message and softly responded, "Alright, the next time I come over, make sure to have more prepared for me."

Hearing his words, Mu Qingshuang felt a rush of joy. In her heart, she secretly wished that he would come alone and not bring the little fox with him.

"What flavor do you like?" Mu Qingshuang asked.

"I'm not picky. I like all of them," Lu Xun replied with a smile.

Is that so? You're indeed not picky; even making the little fox fall for you, Mu Qingshuang thought to herself and murmured, "Then I'll pick according to my taste. Don't blame me if they're not delicious."

"Oh," Lu Xun picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and immediately put it in his mouth.

As time passed, the two of them engaged in small talk about various interesting stories. Unconsciously, Mu Qingshuang moved from sitting opposite him to beside him, listening to his many experiences while roaming the martial world.

In the vast garden, inside a pavilion, although they weren't sitting close to each other, they were still quite near. Mu Qingshuang watched the handsome young man beside her, listening to his tales of demon slaying and monster hunting. Her gaze, initially clear, gradually became a bit hazy.

"Speaking of demon slaying, how did you end up falling for the little fox?" Mu Qingshuang curiously asked.

Lu Xun shrugged and chuckled wryly, "The heart is always a spectator, but people are characters in the play. Some things are just so helpless. We often try to take an outsider's perspective on certain matters, but in reality, it's difficult. We are already part of the plot, unable to truly stand outside of it."

Mu Qingshuang pursed her lips and whispered, "That's true, just like me."

With that, the conversation came to a halt.

She lifted her head slightly, looking at the young man beside her, but didn't say much more.

Actually, Mu Qingshuang really wanted to ask when they would meet again. However, the words lingered on her lips for a long time, and she reluctantly swallowed them back.

Wait, wait, wait.

I remember that Jingyi once gave me a pair of mirrors. She said that with these handheld mirrors, no matter where we are in the world, we can communicate by writing on the mirror's surface. Whatever is written on one mirror will be displayed on the other.

Where did I put it?

Meanwhile, Lu Xun was sipping his tea when he suddenly saw the elegant widow get up hastily and leave. He was left with a face full of question marks. What's going on with her?

Mu Qingshuang returned to her room, rummaged through her things, and finally found the mirror given to her by Su Jingyi. She wiped off the dust, feeling delighted.

"I have this."

"I can stay in contact with him now." Mu Qingshuang held one of the spiritual communication mirrors with a smile on her face. She hastily left her bedroom and headed to the back garden to find Lu Xun.

Back at the pavilion in the back garden, Mu Qingshuang eagerly handed the spiritual mirror to him and explained, "This mirror is for you. Any words or sentences you write on the mirror's surface, I can see through another mirror, and vice versa. What I write, you can also see."

When Lu Xun saw this spiritual mirror, he almost went crazy. How did he become a collector of mirrors? This was already the third spiritual mirror. Having too many mirrors might lead to confusion. What if the love messages he wrote to Su Jingyi end up on the mirror Mu Qingshuang gave him? That would be ridiculous!

Although Lu Xun grumbled a bit internally, he eventually accepted the mirror. He couldn't resist her eager gaze.

Seeing him accept the mirror, Mu Qingshuang felt a hidden joy but suppressed it. She hastily picked up a teacup and, while sipping, suddenly heard his words.

"You're drinking from my cup," Lu Xun said.

"What?!" Mu Qingshuang nearly choked and hurriedly returned the teacup to him, blushing and muttering, "I'm sorry, I…"

"It's no big deal," Lu Xun said with a smile. He poured himself some tea from the teapot, then drank from the cup she had sipped.

Mu Qingshuang watched him in a daze, and her face reddened even further. Did this count as having an intimate moment with him? Probably, especially since her lip print remained.

In fact, he could taste her lips, and they would surely be sweeter and more delicious than his little fox's.

…

The night was deep, and Mu Qingshuang lay alone in bed, tossing and turning without the desire to sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, Lu Xun's figure would appear in her mind, especially the feeling of lying in his arms, which still tingled throughout her body. She felt a bit itchy and eager.

"Sigh," Mu Qingshuang sighed. She lifted the covers and, wearing a loose and plain nightgown, slowly got out of bed. She walked to the door, opened it, and then walked leisurely towards the back garden. Sitting in the pavilion, she gazed at the starry sky and the bright moon overhead. A gentle breeze blew, ruffling her hair and opening her nightgown slightly.

I didn't expect to meet a man I like, and I'm even following in Jingyi's footsteps. But she's probably much better off than me. At least Jingyi got her wish, and I haven't yet. Well, it's probably just temporarily. One day, I will get him.

"Can't sleep?" His voice suddenly came from behind, pulling Mu Qingshuang's thoughts back to reality.

She was pleasantly surprised when she turned to see the man she had been longing for standing not far behind her.

"Yeah," Mu Qingshuang nodded and asked playfully, "Isn't your little fox keeping you company?"

"She's asleep."

"But I can't sleep, so I came out for a walk." Lu Xun sat across from her, took out a small jar of wine, poured himself a glass, and softly asked, "Would you like some wine?"

"Sure, a little bit," Mu Qingshuang replied.

As two glasses of wine went down, Mu Qingshuang, who was not used to alcohol, felt a slight warmth spreading through her body. Her mature and charming visage had a rosy blush, especially captivating under the moonlight, and her gaze was somewhat clouded.

"Why didn't you pour another glass?" Mu Qingshuang pouted her lips, looking at him with a hint of dissatisfaction in her slightly intoxicated state.

"You're getting drunk quickly," Lu Xun said with a hint of helplessness while drinking. "Maybe you shouldn't drink anymore."

"No way!"

"I want to drink!"

Mu Qingshuang pouted and urged, "Hurry up and fill it for me."

Helpless, Lu Xun had to comply and filled another glass for the tipsy and charming widow.

"Glug, glug…"

After raising her glass, Mu Qingshuang downed it in one go. Due to drinking too quickly, a few drops of wine spilled from her mouth, trickling down her neck and disappearing between the open sides of her gown, eventually vanishing into her generous cleavage.

After three glasses, Mu Qingshuang was already quite buzzed. She gazed dizzily at Lu Xun, the man she admired, and let out a soft murmur, "Lu Xun… I want to tell you something, something buried in my heart."

"Stop, you're drunk," Lu Xun replied.

"I… I'm not drunk!"

Mu Qingshuang bit her lip and continued in a slightly hazy tone, "This thing… you… you must know."

"Lu Xun."

"I… I feel very lonely and empty."