Fairy Mistress Pats His Head

Such an intimate gesture froze the Fairy Leng Ying as if she were under Body Immobilization Spell.

Seeing this, Wu Cheng quickly seized the opportunity to carry his master away, while the other disciples had already vanished without a trace.

Before parting, Wu Cheng turned back through the mist and gave You Su a deep look.

This was the first time he had seen You Su act so childishly, completely different from the You Su he remembered.

Could it be... that when he was momentarily stunned, he wasn't completely oblivious, but rather noticed me calling out to remind him? Is that why he used this method to delay his enigmatic master's Mistress, as a way of repaying my kindness?

Thinking of this, Wu Cheng whispered his thanks and quickly fled the seemingly dilapidated but actually surprisingly powerful Mandarin Sword Sect.

He Shutong was caught off guard when You Su suddenly threw her into his arms, and she had never felt this closeness before. Even when she was a child before she started practicing the Ice Heart Technique, her mother would only pat her head when she doted on her, never with the same enthusiasm that You Su was showing now.

She still felt an instinctive resistance to such intimacy, and subconsciously wanted to push the boy away, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

It was as if... the boy was anxiously waiting for her...

Isn't this feeling of being needed exactly what she's been searching for? How could she possibly push him away?

He had fought alone for so long, and even though he had a chance to escape, he stubbornly insisted on taking his cold-hearted master's Mistress with him.

Wasn't my purpose in coming here precisely to change my past self and let the boy know that his persistence hadn't been in vain?

Oh well... anyway, this is just a mental block...

"Mistress... I thought you really left me..."

You Su's voice was choked with emotion as she finally lifted her head from that gentle embrace, her hands still tightly gripping the Fairy's waist, as if afraid she would run away.

Looking at the boy's face so close to hers, his pitiful appearance filled He Shutong with unbearable guilt.

"Silly child... I've always been here."

He Shutong slowly raised her slender hand, but instead of pulling You Su Suhuan's hand from her waist, she awkwardly patted You Su's head, as if comforting the boy.

However, as soon as the words left her mouth, He Shutong regretted it. How could she have called You Su "silly child" back then? At that time, she was so emotionally closed off that she hadn't even called You Su's name more than a few times.

Just then, those strong arms suddenly released their grip. He Shutong looked at You Su, who had suddenly taken a step back, with surprise, feeling as if the kindness on that face had frozen.

"Are you... really my Mistress?" the boy asked hesitantly.

As soon as she finished speaking, He Shutong was also startled. She hadn't expected that You Su, who was trapped in his mental block, would be so perceptive. Just a simple address from him made him immediately question her.

Just He Shutong was frantically trying to figure out how to explain things to You Su, she saw You Su close her eyes and collapse to the ground.

He Shutong moved gracefully and immediately pulled You Su into her arms. She hurriedly probed his Mystic Qi to check on him and found that the young man was too weak and had fainted due to the disordered blood flow caused by the consecutive extremes of joy and sorrow.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief. Even though she knew this was You Su from her dream, she couldn't bear to see him suffer.

Looking at the weak boy in her arms, He Shutong felt a mix of emotions. She wondered if she could hide anything from such a perceptive boy.

If someone trapped in a mental block were to perceive the disorder, this memory would likely be forgotten...

The reason she entered this mental barrier was because her Destiny Item had reached the final crucial step in its refinement—merging her divine soul with the Lotus Root Heart. Once successful, she would once again transform into the Lotus Sword Venerable could cleave mountains and rivers with her sword.

The Lotus Root Heart can heal all things, not only the physical body but also the soul. The Lotus Root Heart discovered this memory hidden deep in her mind, and it wanted to dispel the mental barrier left by the Evil Demon in her body, so that she could return to the Void Glimpse Realm and be pure again.

But... how could she possibly bear to let this memory disappear?

Therefore, in order to preserve this memory without being seen as "heretic" by the Lotus Root Heart, she chose to enter the mental barrier by using the Lotus Root Heart's restorative power.

As long as this memory becomes her own, rather than remaining within her Evil Demon, it can be preserved.

Therefore, she wants to change this memory, extend this memory, personally experience this memory, and make it her own true memory.

She gently You Su Suping on her bed, a hint of heartache and helplessness flashing in her gentle, watery eyes.

"Forgive me, Mistress... Although you are only Su'er in my dreams, I didn't mean to deceive you. At that time, I was trapped in the Black Sea Moon's womb and couldn't respond to you in time. This guilt has become a mental block. I originally wanted to live with this guilt for the rest of my life, but now your life outside is uncertain, and I must recover my strength as soon as possible to have a chance to find you. Therefore, this mental block must be removed, so I resorted to this desperate measure, choosing to make up for my past shortcomings in my dreams..."

He Shutong spoke softly, pouring out her heart to the unconscious You Su. Even though she was deceiving You Su in her dream, she still felt a little guilty.

"Although doing this can only be described as locking the barn door after the horse has bolted... it's just my own memory after all, a small consolation for me... but now my heart has melted because of you, how can I still look at you coldly as before..."

She sighed softly, reached out her slender hand, and gently stroked You Su's cheek. The warmth from her fingertips seemed to dispel all weariness and pain.

You Su kept his eyes tightly closed, but suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he grabbed He Shutong's delicate white hand.

"Mistress..."

He Shutong recalled that the first thing You Su did after waking up from beheading the City Lord Liu was to grab her hand in the same way.

It was the first time in two hundred years that she had been directly touched by a man. She felt strange, but she still let You Su her along.

Looking back now, she had already done those things for You Su under duress, so what did holding hands matter?

She lowered her long, cloud-like eyelashes, marveling at her importance in the young man's heart, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow.

"Mistress... Mistress!"

You Su's cries suddenly became urgent and frightened, as if he had a nightmare called "not being able to find his Mistress".

Suddenly You Su sat up, looked around in confusion, his face filled with terror, and gasped for breath.

He Shutong felt a pang of pain in her heart. She squeezed the boy's hand that was holding hers and said softly:

"I am here."

You Su immediately clenched her fists even tighter, as if she wanted to squeeze those jade-like bamboo shoots into her flesh.

"Mistress... are you really here...?"

You Su's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was about to burst into tears of joy at having survived such a close call, as if he still couldn't believe that his Mistress was really by his side.

He Shutong couldn't bear it and wanted to pull the boy into her arms to comfort him. But she still had her senses and knew that if she took the initiative to hug him, it would only make the boy suspicious again.

But to her surprise, just as she was struggling with her inner turmoil, You Su suddenly rushed over like a swallow returning to its nest and took the initiative to hug her.

You Su hugged her very heavily, pressing down with his entire weight. This certainly wouldn't bend He Shutong's back, but it made the soft-hearted Fairy feel You Su's presence very clearly, and the two clumps of snow were also deformed by the pressure.

He Shutong bit her lower lip, thinking to herself: I only knew that Su'er valued me highly and liked to be filial to me, but he was also reserved and polite in his actions. I didn't know that he had such a warm and eager side...

It seems that the emotions accumulated after escaping death were too heavy, and this rebound caused them all to be released...

Unlike his usual mature-beyond-his-years demeanor, he was actually more childish than children his age.

You see, her only complaint about You Su was that she felt the child was too independent, never relying on her for anything, never wanting to trouble her, yet always doing everything for her. This made her feel guilty and unable to vent her feelings, and she could only doubt her own usefulness.

But the contrast between You Su in her dream and reality made He Shutong feel quite gratified, as if she had come to understand the boy more realistically. Therefore, she wanted to cherish You Su's innocent and affectionate nature even more.

She and You Su are essentially the same kind of person, wanting to protect those they cherish behind them. In reality, she repeatedly misses opportunities, but with her inner turmoil, she becomes the boy's only support. So He Shutong secretly decides that in this memory that belongs only to her, she must protect this soft side of You Su.

You Su's initiative also eliminated any concerns that might arise from her taking the initiative.

He Shutong didn't push the boy away; instead, she reached out and gently patted You Su's back.

"Don't be afraid, your Mistress is here, everything is alright now."

"Um..."

You Su rested his chin on the Fairy's fragrant shoulder and gently tapped it.

He took a deep breath, greedily inhaling the captivating fragrance.

From the moment he first smelled the delicate fragrance emanating from his Mistress when he was eight years old, he wondered what kind of woman could possess such a unique scent. He had expected to smell this fragrance often, but the opportunities were few and far between; the woman was not a Mistress in the conventional sense. Figuring out what kind of person this mysterious woman was seemed to have become one of his obsessions since childhood.

At this moment, relying on his status as the master of the Sea of Consciousness, even though his pupils were as clear as when he was blind, he could still see and appreciate the fragrance up close. For a moment, he felt wonderfully surprised and as if he were in a dream.

But then I thought, wasn't I just dreaming? It was just my Mistress's dream...

You Su knew from the moment she entered the light screen and possessed his body that this memory was as fragile as paper, and could collapse at any moment if there was any deviation.

You Su originally wanted to reunite with his Mistress, but due to this reason, he could only go along with the performance. He wanted to both fulfill his wish to get closer to his Mistress and find out why Mistress wanted to change this memory.

Although he cherished this tenderness, he dared not hold onto his Mistress forever.

Suddenly, You Su fell backward again, quickly escaping from the warm, fragrant jade, as if avoiding a deity.

The sudden movement caused him to cough uncontrollably, You Su still kept his head down, apologizing like a child who had done something wrong.

"Please forgive me, Mistress! I lost my You Su in a moment of excitement and offended Mistress greatly! Please punish Mistress!"

Looking at You Su's appearance, He Shutong felt both bitterness and pity.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, feigning composure, her voice gentle and full of love:

"It's alright. You're only eighteen, still quite immature, and you've escaped death, so it's understandable that you'd act this way. I won't offend you."

"Thank you, Mistress!"

You Su hurriedly bowed and thanked him, but still kept a distance, as if he dared not get any closer.

He Shutong's heart tightened, and for some reason, she felt extremely guilty looking at the boy's cautious actions.

You Su first met her as a child, he affectionately called her "Mistress," but she ignored him. Later, the blind boy tried to build a good relationship with her, but she remained unmoved. As the blind boy grew up, he stopped sharing his daily life with her in an attempt to get her attention.

He was clearly a lively and cheerful child... It was my repeated rejections that made him cold, rational, and cautious, locking away that gentle, innocent, and protective self within him...

After taking You Su up the sacred mountain, he always taught him not to tread on thin ice, because he was no less capable than anyone else and should be as spirited as those arrogant and proud young talents...

He Shutong realize that it was she herself who had shaped You Su into her current personality.

Unable to suppress her guilt any longer, she reached out and touched You Su's head, her palm trembling slightly, wanting to touch him but not daring to make a firm contact.

"No need to thank me, you did a great job, you deserve it."

You Su, beneath the palm, trembled slightly, as if surprised by He Shutong's initiative.

After a long silence, You Su finally asked, her voice trembling:

"Was it right for my Mistress to pat my head...?"

He Shutong was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, and withdrew her jade hand from You Su's head as if she had been electrocuted. She sat up a little more upright and resumed some of the demeanor of her cold-faced Mistress's wife.

"I mean... you deserve my reward."

"Is the reward a pat on the head?"

You Su lowered her head, not daring to look at her, but still persistently asked.

He Shutong felt a lump in her throat and didn't know how to answer for a moment. She had inexplicably repeated the words she had said several times in reality to You Su to be more open and honest, hoping that the young You Su in her dream could change sooner, but she never expected that the boy would misinterpret her meaning.

She wanted to explain the reason, but seeing the respectful manner of the young man bowing his head, she knew that if she denied it here, the young man would probably keep his distance from her again and hide his true self, who longed for protection, even deeper.

"Do you want me to pat your head?"

You Su nodded.

He Shutong pursed her thin lips, curving them into an almost imperceptible smile that was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Fine, I was too demanding of you before. But from today onwards, you won't have to work so hard anymore."

"Why?" You Su asked eagerly.

He Shutong knew that the boy had misunderstood her meaning. Concern made her confused, and the boy probably thought that his words were too offensive and that she was planning to give up on him.

"Before, my cultivation hadn't fully recovered, and you had to rely on yourself for everything. That's why I was cold to you, to urge you to focus on your cultivation. But today, I've fully recovered from my great injuries and my power is back to normal. From now on—"

"I'll take care of everything."

When he reached the last four words, He Shutong was extremely certain.

Seeing the admiration and affection in the boy's eyes, a sweet feeling welled up in her heart.