Disciple, go down the mountain and wreak havoc on your martial sister
Chapter 19 - 19 18 I'm Not a Person Who Favors One Over Another

19: Chapter 18 I’m Not a Person Who Favors One Over Another 19: Chapter 18 I’m Not a Person Who Favors One Over Another Gu Xin’s face flushed red, and she immediately turned her head away.

“You heard wrong.”

“No way, you clearly said ‘who says I don’t want it anymore’.” Chu Yi teased her with a nudge, “Are you talking about me?”

Gu Xin’s heartbeat suddenly quickened, then, blushing, she glared at him, “Wishful thinking!

Lin Ying, let’s go.”

Saying this, she hooked Lin Ying’s arm and walked away, as if she was fleeing the scene.

Chu Yi touched his chin, feeling like he had made a crack in the ice mountain.

Thinking this, he followed them, determined to persevere, “Hey, don’t walk so fast.”

The shopping came to an end as they learned about Lin Ying’s situation, and Gu Xin and Chu Yi accompanied her to the hospital.

“Prepare for the surgery.”

After checking the X-rays, the doctor bluntly said, “If you delay any longer, I can’t guarantee your health anymore.”

Lin Ying immediately burst into tears.

Gu Xin comforted her for a while until she finally accepted the situation.

“I’ll take care of her, you can go back,” Gu Xin said indifferently as she escorted Chu Yi to the elevator.

If he were also to take care of Lin Ying, who knows what might happen…

“Then I’m really leaving now.”

“Mhm.”

“That’s it, just a ‘mhm’?

I’ve been helping you guys out from noon until evening, don’t I get anything for my troubles?”

A hint of redness appeared on Gu Xin’s fair face, “You’re overthinking it, there’s no benefit, now get going.”

“That won’t do!”

Chu Yi immediately refused, then looked around, and seeing no one, he suddenly made a move, pinched her, and darted into the elevator.

“That counts as my benefit.”

Gu Xin stood there, dumbfounded, and it took her a while to react, cursing under her breath, “This damn hooligan!”

But despite her cursing, there wasn’t a hint of real anger in her heart.

Could it be that she really…?

Gu Xin patted her face, telling herself it wasn’t possible, that she must be overthinking it.

Meanwhile, the moment Chu Yi stepped out of the elevator, he received a phone call.

Alas, being too charming is also a trouble.

Shaking his head, Chu Yi answered, “Hello, Senior Sister, it’s not very nice to leave without a word so early in the morning, is it?”

It was Wen Ya who had called.

Hearing Chu Yi’s grumbling, she hummed indifferently, “Cut the crap.

Remember the nightclub from yesterday?

Hurry over.”

“Huh?”

“What ‘huh’?

There was a hiccup yesterday, and we’re hitting it again today.

Are you coming or not?”

“Of course!

When Senior Sister commands, I must obey.”

Thinking of the beauties moving freely on the dance floor, Chu Yi felt his heart stir and immediately agreed.

After hanging up the phone, he headed straight to the nightclub, where he found Wen Ya waiting at the entrance.

Her outfit was as wild as ever, with a tube top, shawl, shorts, and stockings…

Wait a minute!

Chu Yi locked eyes on Wen Ya’s black silk-clad legs, “You’re actually wearing these?”

“None of your business what I wear, just get inside!”

With that, Wen Ya swayed her slim waist and led the way in front.

As expected of someone with Martial Training, her figure was simply amazing.

Once inside, Chu Yi couldn’t take his eyes off Wen Ya as she began to dance and drink by the bottle.

This girl practiced Martial Arts or dancing?

People around couldn’t help but turn their gaze toward her, and in an instant, Wen Ya became the center of attention.

However, just as everyone’s eyes were fixed on her, Wen Ya suddenly plopped down next to Chu Yi, casually resting her hand on his shoulder, not minding the proximity between them at all.

“Come on, drink!

Let’s see how your alcohol tolerance is,” she said.

Chu Yi instantly felt the surrounding gazes shift, sharp with envy and jealousy.

With a slight upturn of his lips, Chu Yi casually rested his hand on Wen Ya’s shoulder, “Then you’d better be careful.”

The looks around them seemed to blaze with fire, and Chu Yi reveled in it.

There they were, nestled together, clinking glasses, with red wine, champagne, cocktails, whiskey…

Wen Ya had a variety of alcoholic drinks, but in the end, she had too many.

“Burp!

Junior brother, let me tell you, your senior sister is a martial arts prodigy.

That Wen Family grappling technique, I mastered it in just half a year studying with master.

But those old fools were blind to talent, and they wouldn’t let me…”

“If I ever have a daughter, she can learn whatever she wants…

Forget about that Wen Family grappling technique.”

Wen Ya’s face was a deep shade of red as she leaned on Chu Yi’s shoulder, complaining nonstop with the help of her drunken state.

Chu Yi wasn’t much better off.

With all kinds of alcohol mixed together, he, a person who rarely drank, couldn’t handle it no matter how strong his body was.

“Senior sister, I understand.

On the mountain, master also wouldn’t let me draw bathing pictures of the senior sisters.

But what of it?

If you don’t believe me, just ask around, which senior sister don’t I have like ten or eight bathing pictures of?”

Wen Ya scoffed, “Nonsense, I’m also your senior sister.

Do you have bathing pictures of me?”

Chu Yi was stunned.

“Right, you’re also a senior sister.

I can’t be unfair.

Let’s go!”

He pulled Wen Ya up, and she asked, drowsily, “What for?”

“To make it up to you!

We’re all part of Qingcang Mountain, I can’t leave you out.”

“I like that.

We’re all master’s disciples.

Where am I lacking, huh?

Let’s go!”

The two of them left the bar arm in arm, walking unsteadily.

After hailing a cab home, as soon as they walked through the door, Wen Ya flung her high heels away.

“Junior brother, how do you draw those pictures?”

Chu Yi burped, “Bathing pictures.

You have to bath, to take a bath you have to…”

“Got it!”

Wen Ya flashed an OK sign and headed toward the bathroom.

With every few steps she took, another piece of clothing would land on the floor.

Then, the sound of water splashing started.

“Junior brother, where are you?”

“Coming.”

Chu Yi tore a piece of paper and grabbed a pen, then walked into the bathroom.

“Senior sister, what style do you want, the gentle or the wild one…”

“Do I seem like the gentle type?

I want it wild.”

“Then start by doing a split.”

…

The next day, Chu Yi was still dreaming.

He dreamt that Wen Ya asked him to draw a wilder bathing picture for her, and he took advantage of the situation to feast his eyes and hands.

Just as he was dreaming about taking things further, a sudden force struck him, and he felt himself lifted into the air.

Bang!

He crashed onto the floor and finally woke up, lifting his head in a daze.

Then he saw Wen Ya on the bed, clutching the blanket in furious embarrassment, holding a lifelike sketch, her face almost dripping blood.

“Chu Yi!

What did you do to me!”

Chu Yi blinked.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Then how come I…”

Wen Ya looked down, and in the end, she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

“How come you…?”

Chu Yi didn’t understand and asked back, “Right, how come you’re in my bed?”

“I’d like to ask you that!”

“Uh…”

Chu Yi sat up, the events of last night gradually coming back to him.

He suddenly slapped his hand: “Damn it!”

Wen Ya glared at him angrily.

“Remember something?”

Chu Yi nodded, looking annoyed, “Why did I have to drink so much!

Such a good opportunity.”

Wen Ya clenched the sketch in her hand, seething with rage.

“What did you just say?!”