Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 282 Leng Yaozhu came to the door and just happened to run into
Leng Yulai was taken aback at first, then laughed so hard her shoulders trembled as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

She then deliberately ran her fingers lightly across the back of Lu Jun's neck, causing the boy to fidget again.

But the next second, Leng Yulai's smile suddenly froze.

A faint yet intensely chilling cold was seeping from Lu Jun's body, like ice crystals hidden under clothing in the dead of winter, silently seeping into the very bones.

“You…” Leng Yulai’s hand paused subconsciously.

"Since it's come to this, then I'll grant your wish."

Lu Jun lay completely flat and closed his eyes.

……

The sky outside the window was already soaked in thick ink.

The only light in the ward was the soft, yet slightly dim, glow from the soul-guided wall lamp.

The air still smelled of disinfectant, creating a strange atmosphere.

In the bathroom, the faucet was turned on full blast, the constant gurgling of water almost drowning out my heartbeat.

Leng Yulai was facing the mirror, scrubbing her hands almost frantically. Her fair hands were scrubbing until they were red and almost raw.

She even picked up a toothbrush, squeezed out a large amount of toothpaste, and brushed her teeth vigorously and repeatedly.

I'm going crazy... I must be going crazy.

Leng Yulai's mind was buzzing and in complete chaos.

Her stunningly beautiful face was reflected in the mirror, but now it was as red as a ripe cherry, from her cheeks all the way to her ears and neck, and even her collarbone was tinged with an alluring pink.

Those usually captivating purple eyes were now shimmering with tears, filled with shame, panic, and an unbelievable self-doubt.

It won't get clean... no matter how I wash it, it just won't get clean; it's really covered in dirt.

Looking at her blood-red face and lips that still felt strangely sensitive in the mirror, she cried out in despair.

Having lived for so many years, I pride myself on being calm and composed, even somewhat cold-hearted and indifferent. I have never experienced anything so... so absurd.

On the hospital bed, Lu Jun lay on his back, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

He felt as if he had entered some kind of mysterious sage time, his thoughts drifting far, far away, from Leng Yulai's blushing face to how to replenish the energy of the Ice Abyss Sword, and then to the birth and death of stars in the universe... He tried to use a grand cosmic view to wash away the memories from just now.

at this time--

"Click."

The sound of the doorknob being turned gently in the ward was like a thunderclap in the silence.

Lu Jun's pupils contracted sharply. Almost reflexively, he instantly exerted force in his waist and with an extremely nimble movement, pulled the thin blanket over himself up tightly, covering his chest and even his chin, leaving only a pair of eyes that were wary and showed a trace of lingering panic.

At the same time, his gaze shot towards the doorway like lightning.

The door was pushed open.

A tall and graceful figure appeared at the doorway, her fiery red hair cascading down to her waist, resembling flowing lava in the dim light.

A well-tailored, high-slit cheongsam accentuated her stunning figure, highlighting her full breasts, slender waist, rounded and pert hips, and long, jade-like legs that were faintly visible through the slit.

Every curve of her body exudes the fatal allure of a mature woman.

Leng Yaozhu!
Having just gone through a brainstorming session, Lu Jun, upon seeing this image—more mature and alluring than Leng Yulai's, and even more impactful—made him close his eyes in agony. His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, and he felt his body, hidden under the covers, instantly stiffen and tense.

He needs the divine power of the Ice Abyss Sword to calm down.

immediately!
After being frozen for a moment, rationality returned to his eyes, and the previous anxiety disappeared.

"Huh? Where's Yu Lai?" Leng Yaozhu walked gracefully into the ward, looked around, and her gaze naturally fell on Lu Jun, who was wrapped up like a dumpling on the hospital bed with only his eyes showing, with a hint of concern and inquiry.

The sound of running water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the bathroom door was suddenly pulled open.

Leng Yulai rushed out like a startled rabbit, her face still wet with water droplets, and a few strands of damp silver hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, making her look even more disheveled and embarrassed.

When she saw Leng Yaozhu at the door, her eyes widened instantly, and her mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg:
"Sister...Sister?! You...how did you get here?!"

Her voice even trembled slightly from nervousness.

Leng Yaozhu frowned slightly, giving her younger sister a reproachful look:
"What are you saying? Why can't I come? Lu Jun is my disciple. He's injured, so it's only natural for me to come and see him after I've finished my business."

As she spoke, she walked naturally inside, her nostrils twitching slightly as if trying to detect the scents in the air.

"Huh?" Leng Yaozhu stopped in her tracks, a hint of doubt on her face, her sharp gaze sweeping across the entire ward. "How strange, why does this ward have a weird smell?"

She sniffed carefully, her brows furrowing even more.

"It seems quite unique. I've never smelled this before. Is it some new disinfectant?"

"Speaking of which, this doesn't smell like medical disinfectant, does it? Yu Lai, what disinfectant did you spray here?"

Leng Yulai felt a surge of heat rush to the top of her head, and her entire face, along with her ears and neck, instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, my sister is going to find out! How embarrassing!
Leng Yulai screamed inwardly, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"No, no, absolutely no strange smell." Leng Yulai's voice suddenly rose, carrying a sharp edge that seemed to say, "I'm trying to cover something up."

She rushed to her sister's side in a flurry, waving her hands unconsciously as if trying to dispel something invisible.

In her desperation, she disregarded everything else, and a dark, deep purple flame, seemingly capable of devouring light, instantly rose from her palm.

"Shh!"

The flames weren't scorching; instead, they possessed a chilling, suction-like quality.

Leng Yulai manipulated the flames, which quickly burned a circle in the air of the ward.

Amazingly, wherever the flames passed, the indescribable smell of disinfectant in the air seemed to be truly swallowed up and purified, quickly dissipating without a trace.

After doing all this, Leng Yulai abruptly withdrew the flames, clapped her hands vigorously as if brushing off something dirty, and tried to remain calm, but her eyes darted around, not daring to look Leng Yaozhu in the eye. She repeated in a dry voice:

"Sister, you must be mistaken. Look, there's no smell at all! Right? Lu Jun, don't you think so?"

She tried to get Lu Jun to testify, but her voice was dry and lifeless.

Leng Yaozhu's gaze fell on her younger sister, and her brows furrowed even more.

She noticed that Leng Yulai's face was unusually red, and her casual clothes were somewhat disheveled, with one collar even slipping down to reveal her round, fair shoulder.

(End of this chapter)