Knee Pillow

Consciousness slowly surfaced from a warm darkness.

The first thing Mo Lin felt wasn't the cold, hard ground, but an indescribable softness and warmth.

The back of his head was resting on something elastic and soft. Through the thin fabric of his clothes, he could clearly feel the warmth of the skin beneath.

A faint, elegant fragrance, mixed with the scent of herbs, wafted to his nose, refreshing his mind.

He slightly fluttered his eyelids, not opening them immediately, but savoring this rare "perk."

This sensation... it was a human thigh. And, judging by its incredible elasticity and fullness, as well as the plump curve (a D-cup chest hanging above) so close he could feel the breath on it, Mo Lin instantly realized what kind of "royal" treatment he was enjoying—he was resting on Yun Yun's leg, and her upper body must be very close to him to maintain balance and facilitate care.

This is... quite an unexpected development. Mo Lin inwardly rejoiced, deciding to make the most of this opportunity.

He deliberately made his breathing more steady and prolonged, as if in a deep sleep, but occasionally, he would "unconsciously" shift his head slightly, letting his cheek or ear "accidentally" brush against the soft skin of her thigh.

With every slight friction, he could clearly feel the instant stiffness and tension in the leg he was resting on, and the breathing from above would pause slightly.

But Yun Yun seemed to be enduring it without moving, only her breathing gradually took on a subtle quickness.

This tacit indulgence and suppressed embarrassment filled Mo Lin with the pleasure of a successful prank.

After about half an hour (an hour), Mo Lin felt the "act" was about done and it was time to "wake up." He gathered his emotions, preparing for his performance.

Just then, he felt a cool, soft hand carefully lift the back of his neck, attempting to raise his head slightly.

Next, the rim of a bowl clumsily pressed against his lips, and large gulps of cold water were poured in.

Due to the operator's nervousness and lack of skill, a lot of the water went directly into his nostrils.

"Cough! Cough, cough...!" Mo Lin, at the perfect moment, suddenly opened his eyes, coughing violently as if choked awake. While coughing, he "blankly" turned his gaze.

The first thing that met his eyes were two towering, full peaks that almost touched his nose, stretching his plain dress into a breathtaking curve.

Looking up, he saw a beautifully shaped jawline, and further up, he met a pair of clear, autumn-water-like eyes, so close they were filled with panic and embarrassment.

Yun Yun was kneeling beside him, leaning slightly forward, one hand supporting the back of his neck, the other holding a bowl of water, and his head was resting steadily on her plump, long, jade-like legs!

This posture was intimately close, almost ambiguous.

"Yun... Miss Yun Zhi?" Mo Lin showed a "shocked" and "embarrassed" expression at the right time, his voice hoarse and with a well-measured weakness, "I... I... I'm so sorry! How rude of me!"

He made a move as if to struggle to get up, to break free from this overly intimate contact.

"Don't... don't move!" Seeing him wake up, the blush on Yun Yun's pretty face instantly spread to her earlobes. She hurriedly stopped him, her voice trembling slightly, "You... you're seriously injured. You've been unconscious for half an hour. You just woke up, you need... you need to lie still."

She forced herself to calm down, but her darting eyes and slightly trembling jade hands revealed her extreme inner turmoil.

Letting a strange young man rest his head on her legs for so long was an unprecedented experience for her. But thinking that he was seriously injured while saving her, that bit of shyness and discomfort was suppressed by worry and a strange sense of responsibility.

Hearing this, Mo Lin's face showed even more "guilt," but he "obediently" stopped his movement.

However, he slightly tilted his head, as if trying to avoid the "oppressive" view, but this tilt caused his cheek to "accidentally" brush against the skin of her leg again.

Yun Yun's delicate body trembled violently, as if electrocuted. The hand supporting his neck even shook, almost causing him to fall back.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and brought the water bowl closer, avoiding his gaze, and said in a low voice, "Here... drink some water first."

Mo Lin took a few small sips from her hand, moistening his throat. Then, he "with difficulty" propped himself up with his elbows, slowly moved his body, and sat leaning against the nearby stone wall, finally ending the heart-pounding "knee pillow" treatment.

Throughout the entire process, he appeared "weak" and "restrained," but his occasional "powerless" movements always caused his arm or shoulder to "accidentally" touch Yun Yun's arm or waist, making her tremble.

After sitting up steadily, Mo Lin rubbed his still "dizzy" forehead and said with a tone of lingering fear, "This was a close call... I didn't expect the one who tracked me down was a Third-tier 'Shadow Phantom Leopard,' incredibly fast and with extremely strong stealth. I almost fell into its hands."

"A Third-tier Shadow Phantom Leopard?" A trace of alarm flashed in Yun Yun's beautiful eyes. She knew how difficult these beasts, skilled in ambush and assassination, were. Her gaze towards Mo Lin was filled with even more gratitude and guilt, "I'm so sorry... It's all because I was too careless that I dragged you into such a dangerous situation..."

Her voice was low, filled with sincere apology.

"Miss Yun Zhi, you don't need to blame yourself. Accidents are inevitable when traveling in the mountains," Mo Lin "generously" waved his hand, a "tired" smile on his face.

Just then, his stomach let out a "grumbling" protest, very "cooperatively."

Hearing this sound, Yun Yun was slightly stunned. Then, the blush on her pretty face faded slightly, revealing a faint smile, like ice and snow melting, incredibly beautiful.

She said softly, "You've been unconscious for so long, you must be hungry. Your injuries haven't healed, so rest well today. As for food... let me prepare it."

"You?" Mo Lin showed a look of surprise at the right time, looking her up and down, this noble sect leader who seemed not to eat earthly food.

"I've watched you do it a few times. If I imitate it, I should have learned about seventy to eighty percent by now," Yun Yun smiled slightly, seemingly wanting to make amends with her actions. She turned and walked towards the stone platform, starting to build a fire to prepare for roasting fish.

Her crouching figure outlined a slender waist and rounded hips, exceptionally alluring in the firelight.