My Beautiful Master is Delicate and Charming (16)

Little Wei felt there was no way to communicate with this perverted system anymore. The two of them simply weren’t from the same world.

Si closed her eyes and meditated for a while before finally figuring out what was going on. Huh? How did this soul fragment turn so mischievous? This definitely wasn’t her fault—it was all Ning Moqing’s doing.

"What do you want to do?" Si hadn’t expected this matter to affect Little Wei so deeply. If she had known, she would’ve restrained this soul fragment and kept it from acting so shamelessly.

Now look at the mess—she’d gone and made Little Wei angry.

"She has to kiss me a hundred times." Little Wei was already being unreasonable.

Si: "…Is that even logical?"

"As long as your mouth doesn’t hurt." Si was truly at a loss for words.

So, just because this version of her in this world wasn’t as fond of teasing Little Wei, she got upset?

What absolute nonsense.

"Then at least one kiss. She definitely likes me—I can feel it." Little Wei was sharp.

Of course she could.

Love me, love my dog—no matter which soul fragment it was, they’d all adore Little Wei, the reincarnation of Gu Wei.

Even if it was a girl, it might just be because they enjoyed excitement.

Unlike her, who could only bury herself in work like a wage slave. What was the point of Little Wei? Just being a host was enough.

"Maybe she’s just reserved. After all, this is ancient times—people back then were restrained. They buried their feelings deep; who’d say them out loud?" Si patiently explained.

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she’d one day indulge Gu Wei like this.

Little Wei pondered for a moment and decided Si made sense. She reluctantly forgave her master for not kissing her.

"But there’s still something off. How do you explain Su Qingyun and Mo Yujun?"

Si: "…"

"Maybe they’re just avant-garde trendsetters in the world of fiction."

Si had no idea what nonsense she was spouting anymore.

Little Wei took a sip of tea and yawned. "By the way, what are they doing now?"

"Burning with passion."

Those four words shut Little Wei up completely.

As a simple village girl, how could she possibly understand the romantic complexities of city-dwelling novel characters?

Su Zhe soon had the palace maids deliver the meal to the western hall.

"We have homely dishes as well as rare palace delicacies. His Majesty worried the two young misses might not be accustomed, so he prepared a bit of everything."

"Thank you, sisters. You may leave now. I’ll call my master to eat, and we’ll let you know when we’re done."

"Understood." The maids promptly withdrew, closing the door behind them.

Little Wei shook her head at the lavish spread before her. Palace folk were truly extravagant. She walked over and saw Mu Miao still seemingly asleep, so she called out,

"Master, there’s a fire."

Mu Miao jolted awake in a daze, sniffing the air.

"A fire? I don’t smell anything."

But the moment she sat up, Little Wei grabbed her hand and kissed her. The fruity scent clinging to the girl left Mu Miao momentarily dazed, her lips meeting something soft and sweet—with a faint hint of tea’s bitterness and fragrance.

Had she just been forcefully kissed by her own disciple upon waking up?

Before Mu Miao could recover, Little Wei pulled away.

Her face burned crimson, unsure what was going through Little Wei’s mind.

"You… shouldn’t do such things to your master." Mu Miao wiped her lips lightly, flustered and annoyed.

This little disciple truly had no sense of propriety.

If she dared do something like this now, who knew what audacious acts she’d commit in the future?

Little Wei stared at her without moving. In the dim light, Mu Miao felt as if a radiant beam were fixed on her, making her skin prickle with discomfort.

"Let’s eat, let’s eat." She hurriedly changed the subject.

The aroma of the food was unmistakable, but that fruity sweetness lingered stubbornly—even rubbing her sleeves against her lips couldn’t erase it.

"Master is very sweet." Little Wei boldly declared.

Mu Miao’s hand trembled, nearly dropping her jade chopsticks.

"Don’t spout nonsense." She scolded softly, her face burning.

Her toes curled inside her embroidered slippers, her entire body stiffening. This rebellious disciple’s audacity knew no bounds.

But Little Wei paid no heed.

"Master, if you got your eyes back, you’d be even more beautiful." Little Wei still remembered those mesmerizing, misty eyes.

What a waste that they’d been given to Su Qingyun.

"Why dwell on that? Things are as they are—it’s better to live lightly. Obsessing over those eyes will only exhaust you."

Mu Miao was pragmatic. Even without her heavenly eyes, she could live like any ordinary person.

"But it’s not fair! Master, you can’t even see me. Don’t you want to?" Little Wei seized Mu Miao’s hand, and Mu Miao sensed her leaning in again.

Was it too much to ask for a peaceful meal? Since when was her disciple so unruly?

Just as Mu Miao was about to reprimand her, Little Wei spoke.

"You… like me, don’t you?"

But the moment the words left her mouth, Little Wei realized something.

Ugh… wasn’t this just pathetic?

So she was nothing but a pitiful simp—obsessed with her master, crazy for her master, willing to crash headfirst into walls for her master.

How tragic.

Mu Miao’s heart skipped a beat, ripples disturbing the calm surface of her emotions. Without her sight, her other senses were heightened—the small, delicate hand in hers felt unbearably warm.

She couldn’t bring herself to let go.

The curve of her lips faltered. In the next instant, before Little Wei could react, she found herself seated on Mu Miao’s lap.

Little Wei: ???

This wasn’t how the script went! This… this was too embarrassing!

No way!

Mu Miao’s fingertips brushed against Little Wei’s lips, tracing them lightly as she tilted her chin down, as if studying her.

Her arms tightened around Little Wei’s slender waist—so fragile it seemed it might snap with the slightest pressure.

"Disciple, are you trying to make your master abandon virtue and embrace vice?"

Her words, slow and deliberate, burned like embers, setting both their cheeks aflame.

Little Wei’s heartbeat raced uncontrollably, but she couldn’t hold back.

Honestly, she just couldn’t help herself.

"Master, you’re kind of… cringey."

Mu Miao’s hand froze mid-air, confusion flickering across her face. Little Wei knew Mu Miao wouldn’t understand, but seeing her bewildered expression was inexplicably hilarious.

Meanwhile, back in the void, Si slammed her keyboard for the first time ever.

(Not that it could break.)

In all her years, no one had ever called her cringey. Furious, Si considered possessing the soul fragment just to teach this disrespectful disciple a lesson.

And Little Wei did laugh.

But her laughter was cut short when Mu Miao’s fingers tangled in her hair, pressing against the back of her head and forcing her closer. Little Wei’s lashes fluttered nervously—

And then their lips met again.

Oh no. Master… seemed really mad.

And since when was she this strong?!