Master, Spare My Life: A Disciple's Sweet Rebellion | Chapter 133 | Promises in the Snow | Novela.app

Quiet Lake. The lakeside snowscape under the night sky was breathtaking. Nan Muxue reached out, her hand gently brushing against the person beside her. "Do you smell that?" "Smell what?" "The things you’re roasting..." Only then did Chu Ruo cry out in alarm. "Oh no, oh no! They’re burnt!" She scrambled to pull the food from the fire, yelping as the heat stung her fingers. In an instant, her beloved caught her hand, holding it tenderly and blowing softly on the burn. "When will you ever fix this impulsive nature of yours?" Chu Ruo grinned. "It’s all your fault." The other woman arched an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Oh? You’ve certainly learned how to blame everything on your Master." Chu Ruo nodded emphatically. "Exactly. It’s because you’re too good to me, spoiling me so much that I’ve remained utterly useless. Aside from sticking to you like a shadow, I really am good for nothing." Nan Muxue broke into a genuine laugh. She raised both hands to cup the head that was currently bobbing back and forth in front of her. "Hah, truly shameless." "I’ll admit to that." Chu Ruo leaned in, tilting her head slightly. Just before their lips met, she whispered suggestively, "And in a moment, I’m going to do something even more shameless..." Nan Muxue, as always, met her with gentle compliance, allowing Chu Ruo’s lips and tongue to roam within her mouth. "Xue'er," Chu Ruo murmured after the heated kiss, squeezing into the other’s embrace. She called out her lover’s name over and over, "Xue'er..." Nan Muxue held her tight. "You have something on your mind." "I don't. How could I, while I'm in your arms..." Nan Muxue pressed a finger to Chu Ruo’s lips and shook her head. "You can never hide anything from me." "Who says? Last time in the Miaojiang borders..." "Ruo'er, sometimes you really are itching for a lesson." "Ahem..." "Speak. You’ve been restless all day. What are you agonizing over?" Chu Ruo took a bite of a roasted skewer, only to spit it out with a pained expression. "Ugh, it’s way too burnt." Nan Muxue took hold of her head, forcing Chu Ruo to look her in the eye. "Do you think I wouldn't know if you didn't tell me? You silly girl." "What could possibly be wrong? We’re getting married tomorrow. I’m so happy I can barely contain myself..." "Is that so? You aren't afraid that Tu Ao'zhi will kidnap you to force a wedding with his goddaughter?" "You—" Nan Muxue let out a soft laugh. "I told you already. To me, you have no secrets." "He put out the word," Chu Ruo sighed. "He said if I don't marry Zhi'er alongside you tomorrow, he’ll turn everyone in the Hundred Flowers Palace into medicinal thralls. Even Zhi'er hasn't been able to find him these past few days. I suspect he’s off gathering the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Palace." "I am here." Nan Muxue smoothed the furrow in Chu Ruo’s brow. "With such a long face, one would think you were afraid of marrying your Master." Chu Ruo felt helpless. "You..." "Are you thinking of backing out at the last minute?" "As if..." Nan Muxue leaned down to kiss her. "Don't be afraid. Even if the heavens fall, your Shifu is here." Chu Ruo couldn't help but chuckle. "Anyone listening would think you were decades older than me, talking in such a solemn, old-fashioned way." Nan Muxue didn't reply, merely staring at her with such tenderness that Chu Ruo’s face flushed. "Xue'er, looking back at the journey we’ve taken... it feels like a dream." "Does it?" "Of course. Think about it—someone as cold and aloof as you actually ended up falling for me. Heh, if the people outside knew, they’d be dying of envy." "And is it not the same for you, choosing me over everyone else?" "How can you even compare the two? You’re so wonderful, so talented... aside from having a bit of a temper, always keeping a straight face, and occasionally 'bullying' me..." Nan Muxue closed her eyes, her face radiating happiness, but she cut Chu Ruo off. "Take back those last words if you don't want to be thrown into the lake in this freezing weather." "...You’re wicked. It’s snowing, and you want to throw me in the water?" Chu Ruo stammered. "What I meant was... someone as amazing as you seeing something in me is something I never even dared to dream of. I wake up laughing every day because of it." "Is that so? But in my eyes," Nan Muxue opened her eyes, gazing only at her beloved, "my Ruo'er is the best in the whole world." "They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but in your case, it’s more like 'love is blind to a useless glutton.'" "Nonsense." Nan Muxue stroked her face, a gesture she felt she could never tire of. "But you truly didn't choose anyone else." Chu Ruo grinned playfully. "I didn't have—" The other woman became very serious. "You promised me you wouldn't leave me. And so, you came back to my side. You didn't choose Bai Zhi'er. Do you realize you could have stayed with her in the Demon Realm forever? You could have lived a carefree life instead of being constantly on edge like you are now." "What point is there to a paradise if you aren't there?" Chu Ruo kissed Nan Muxue’s hand. "Zhi'er is a very, very, very good girl. Truly. She has a great temper, a kind heart, and she’s so gentle. But there’s one thing: she isn't you. I told you, you are my only tether to this world. I came here only to meet you and spend the rest of my life with you. If something happened to you, I wouldn't stay. I think my coming here was perhaps a dream—a beautiful dream." "Ruo'er..." Nan Muxue called out, her voice thick with emotion. "If it is a dream, then I hope you never wake up." "Xue'er," Chu Ruo smiled, propping herself up and giving a gentle command. "Kiss me." Her beloved woman naturally obliged. They drifted together between heaven and earth, tumbling amidst the heavy snow. Chu Ruo brushed against her lips. "This must be a dream, because I always get what I wish for." "Ruo'er, after tomorrow, you will belong to me." "I always have. We belong to each other." Chu Ruo’s smile turned mischievous. "If you want this dream to never end, then kiss—mmph!" Chu Ruo collapsed onto the snow, breathless. "I only wish to live and die intoxicated here. My beloved girl is here. Nan Muxue, tomorrow you will be my wife. I will never call you 'Master' again." Nan Muxue lay against her chest and said, "After tomorrow, I will take you away. We will go anywhere you want to go. We will live in seclusion. I will give it all up—everything except you." "I love you." "I love you."