The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 169 Lin Yu’s Troubles

Lin Yu’s breathing was somewhat rapid, after all, she was just a mortal, and dueling with a cultivator for so long had left her physically drained.

Her face was slightly flushed, also because of the exertion.

It was the first time Lin Yun had gotten so close to her, and he thought she looked good everywhere, her large eyes, her petite nose, and the white teeth that showed when her lips parted slightly.

And Lin Yun’s hands, wrapping around Lin Yu’s waist, this soft sensation made him somewhat reluctant to let go.

His nose twitched, catching the fragrance of Lin Yu.

"You you you you..."

Lin Yu was already incredibly embarrassed from being held in Lin Yun’s arms, but some accidental physical contact during a duel could be understood.

But how could he...

Lin Yu’s face turned bright red, her hand pressed against Lin Yun’s chest, and she pushed him away, then stepped back several times, as if avoiding a flood or a wild beast, dodging Lin Yun.

Indeed, she had known that Lin Yun had a bit of a crush on her.

She didn’t blame Lin Yun, who could help it when she was born pretty, but after all, the nature of their relationship was such that she couldn’t accept any change in Lin Yun’s feelings toward her.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to."

Though Lin Yun was thick-skinned, even he felt somewhat embarrassed.

Wrapping is wrapping, embracing is embracing, but you shouldn’t smell the scent of a girl. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

That indeed was a bit like the behavior of a pervert.

But at that moment, he couldn’t help it, Lin Yu emitted a special fragrance, like orchids and muskdeer, and Lin Yun subconsciously took a deeper breath.

"Let it go."

Lin Yu didn’t have the heart to scold Lin Yun, just saying, "Don’t be so reckless next time."

"Mm."

Lin Yun obediently agreed, with a look of compliance on his face.

Both fell silent for a while, but the atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous.

Feeling uncomfortable, Lin Yu deliberately looked for a topic, saying, "The bout just now, it should count as my win, right? If I hadn’t pulled back, you would have been pierced through."

"How can that be? If you could have stabbed me, I would have dodged for sure. Besides, we have different physiques. If you poke me, at most I get injured, but my move could have killed you, so, it should be me who won."

Sometimes one can give in, but not in the bout just now; conceding would be too weak!

Of course, Lin Yu also knew that when it came to combat strength, she was indeed no match for Lin Yun now, but this was also Lin Yun playing dirty, and her sword intent hadn’t been able to fully express itself either.

After all, facing Lin Yun, Lin Yu always held back some of her strength, which contradicted the relentless nature of sword intent.

However, since sparring among experts stops at the touch, according to the order of moves, it was she who stabbed Lin Yun first, and Lin Yun who injured her after, so it should have been Lin Yun who lost.

But this guy didn’t acknowledge it and even felt he won, which made Lin Yu even less able to accept it.

If she were to be Lin Yun’s sister, it wouldn’t be long before he probably wouldn’t hide his affection anymore.

Already somewhat brazen, what about later?

That was absolutely not acceptable.

"Clearly, it was you who lost. I, a mortal, have fought with you for so long and even taught you, aren’t you ashamed?"

"Why should I be ashamed? I learned your techniques in the fight; don’t you think I’m very talented?"

Lin Yu: "..."

Although that sounded reasonable, why did it still feel so irritating?

"You just don’t want to admit it?"

"If you’re not convinced, let’s fight again!"

Lin Yun went to retrieve the bamboo stick he had thrown aside, indicating he was still good for another three hundred rounds.

Lin Yu helplessly rolled her eyes at Lin Yun; she hardly had any energy left for fighting.

"Forget it, I..."

Suddenly, Lin Yu’s body swayed, and Lin Yun, who was still smilingly prepared to argue with her, was also caught off guard and panicked.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Lin Yu swayed for a moment and, upon seeing Lin Yun’s anxious expression, then waved her hand and said, "It’s nothing, I’m just not used to being so active after a long time, I’m a bit tired."

"I’ll help you back to rest."

Lin Yun said, supporting her shoulder, his tone also carried a hint of guilt.

If it hadn’t been for his insistence on fighting with Lin Yu, and Lin Yu deliberately fighting for so long to feed him moves, she wouldn’t be this tired now.

She was a mortal with a frail body and he had failed to consider that.

"We haven’t decided the winner yet!"

Lin Yu put up a stance as if she refused to rest, leaving Lin Yun speechless.

Just a moment ago, she certainly seemed willing to call it quits, so now was she using his concern for her health to force his hand into admitting defeat?

Lin Yun had thought that as a sword cultivator like Lin Yu would be straightforward and honest, not resorting to such tricks, but unexpectedly, she had this move up her sleeve.

Did she care so much about winning and losing?

However, if she thought he would admit defeat, then she was sadly mistaken.

Lin Yun bent down and picked up Lin Yu in his arms.

"You’ve been subdued by me, so, you lose, go back and rest!"

"You, you, you, you..."

Lin Yu began to stutter again—she hadn’t expected to be swept off her feet by Lin Yun. She struggled forcefully, but her strength was nearly spent, so her flailing resembled more of a tantrum.

Still, she did cause Lin Yun some trouble, so Lin Yun’s left hand tightened around her knees, while his right hand passed under her armpit, locking her upper body in place. Now, no matter how much she squirmed, it was futile.

When Lin Yun held her tight, Lin Yu dared not move anymore.

She feared that if she continued to twist and turn, Lin Yun’s hands might touch even more parts of her body.

She had no choice but to close her eyes, and on the way back to her room, when they occasionally encountered some disciples of the Shenxiao Sect, she dared not meet anyone’s gaze.

Lin Yun couldn’t help but find her pretend-dead demeanor rather adorable.

What Lin Yun didn’t know was that nearby, Fang Yu had seen him carrying Lin Yu, her eyebrows knitting slightly before she drifted away.

Back in the guest room, Lin Yun placed Lin Yu on the bed, and Lin Yu was still intently playing dead.

Lin Yun moved to take off her shoes, and Lin Yu suddenly came back to life.

"Don’t move..."

If Lin Yun took off her shoes, she would truly be too embarrassed to face him.

"Alright, I won’t move."

Lin Yun stood aside, while Lin Yu, fidgeting with the corner of her clothes, felt her face burning up as if she was about to develop a fever, a bit dizzy.

"You’re not allowed to lay a finger on me from now on, and I’ll get angry."

Lin Yun: "..."

You saying such delicate words in that tone could corrupt my filial piety.

"Don’t worry, I won’t," he reassured her.

Lin Yu raised her head to see Lin Yun’s concerned eyes mixed with a trace of bewilderment by beauty, and she felt a flurry of panic within her.

Her child had grown into a man, what was she to do about it?

Lin Yu felt proud, yet troubled at the same time.

Right, Lin Yun was just a young man at the age where feelings begin to sprout, and it was normal for him to like beautiful girls.

So, wouldn’t it solve the problem if she found him another beautiful girl?

Lin Yu thought her idea was truly brilliant.

However, to find a girl as beautiful as herself...

She decided, it shall be you, Sister Hua!