Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

Chapter 39 A Full Moon Over the River at Huangpu, Clutching Her Clothes, a Secret Vow in Her Heart

Mu Nujiao's body tensed slightly, and she involuntarily leaned back.

The river surface soon appeared ahead.

The moon is very round tonight, hanging high in the sky. Its silvery light falls on the river, and when the wind blows, it breaks into layers of fine, shimmering light. The Huangpu River flows through the city at night, the lights on both banks are far apart, and when you get close to the water, all you can hear is the sound of the wind and the water.

The old wolf flapped its wings and swept across the river.

The crimson-gold wings cast a warm glow on the surrounding patch of night, and the shadow cast by the wolf's body swept across the water like fireflies that only appear in summer—stunning yet serene.

Mu Nujiao sat in front, her originally straight back still a little weak from the electric shock, and a gust of wind made her involuntarily lean back a little. Mo Fan noticed this and tightened his arm slightly beside her to protect her and keep her balance, but he didn't actually touch her too much.

The two were separated by only a very short distance.

They were so close they could hear each other breathing.

A breeze swept past my face, carrying the coolness of moisture, but the warmth behind me made it feel less cold.

Mu Nujiao lowered her eyes, looking at the river surface under the moonlight below, and remained silent for a moment.

Mo Fan also became unusually quiet.

Looking at the moonlight on the river, he suddenly felt that this scene was slowly overlapping with many fragmented images from his memory. The difference was that in those years, they were always on the move, fighting, and fleeing for their lives, and rarely had such a truly peaceful time.

The wind ruffled a stray lock of hair near Mu Nujiao's ear.

Mo Fan gently pushed the object away for her.

Mu Nujiao's shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly, but she didn't flinch. She simply whispered, "You wolf, what's wrong with you?"

"I want to know too," Mo Fan said honestly.

He paused, then coughed lightly: "That wasn't intentional."

"I can tell," Mu Nujiao hummed softly.

She wasn't someone who couldn't distinguish between good and bad. The moment the arc of electricity shot out, Mo Fan rushed over even faster than her, and the reaction in his eyes couldn't be faked.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, "It's very strong."

"Should I praise it or myself?"

"I'm praising your thick skin."

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Mo Fan smiled.

The wind on the river scattered the smile into the night, making it seem less cheeky than usual.

Mu Nujiao turned her head slightly and caught a glimpse of the faint gentleness in his eyes out of the corner of her eye. Her heart skipped a beat.

She couldn't quite describe the feeling, only that the night breeze seemed warmer than usual and had an indescribable scent.

The old wolf flew very steadily.

With each flap of its fiery wings, a surge of heat rose, slightly warding off the night's chill. The two crossed the river, the city's outline gradually coming into view, the lights of the buildings spreading out in their field of vision like another patch of quiet starlight.

It was very late when we got back to our lodgings.

The old wolf landed very gently, its fiery wings gradually retracting in the night wind, until only a trace of lingering heat remained deep in its back.

Mo Fan jumped down first, then reached out to catch Mu Nujiao.

Although the numbness in Mu Nujiao's legs had subsided considerably, she still felt a little weak when she stepped on the ground.

She tried to walk a few steps on her own, but as soon as she took a step, her knees buckled.

Mo Fan reacted quickly and caught the person again.

"Still trying to be tough?"

Mu Nujiao pursed her lips and remained silent.

She's already embarrassed herself enough today; if she keeps being stubborn, this guy will laugh at her for the rest of her life.

Seeing her like this, Mo Fan stopped teasing her and helped her into the house.

Only one lamp was on in the room, its dim light casting a warm, yellow glow on the corners of the table and bed. The curtains blocked half of the night view outside the window, and the remaining moonlight seeped in through the gaps, casting a faint silver line on the floor.

Mo Fan settled her down on the edge of the bed, then turned around and poured her a glass of water.

"Have some drinks first."

Mu Nujiao took it, and only when her fingertips touched the cup did she realize that her hand was still a little numb.

She took two sips, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

Mo Fan stood by her side for a while, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was indeed alright. He raised his hand and pulled the curtains shut, immediately blocking out the night wind, and the room became quiet, with only the light and the two of them breathing softly.

Mu Nujiao leaned against the headboard, her hair a little disheveled. Her usual proud and warlike spirit had been worn away by the late night and exhaustion, making her look gentle and touching.

Mo Fan looked away and softened his tone.

"Don't go back tonight."

Mu Nujiao looked up at him.

There was hesitation and a hint of wariness in that look, but that wariness seemed more like an instinct.

Mo Fan stood leaning against the table, his expression quite calm.

"If you fall again on the way back in this state, I'll have to go and get you," he said. "Don't worry, I'm not that desperate to take advantage of patients."

Mu Nujiao remained silent for a few seconds before finally responding softly.

"Um... thank you for your help."

Mo Fan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"No trouble at all. Even though you're a patient, what can I do when you're so good-looking?"

Mu Nujiao rolled her eyes at him, and in an instant, a heat spread to her cheeks, and her ears suddenly turned red.

Mo Fan took the thin blanket from the side and placed it next to her legs.

"Go to sleep. Call me if you need anything."

As he finished speaking, he turned to turn around, but his clothes were suddenly tugged gently.

The movement was very light, as if she herself hadn't even had time to think it through.

Mo Fan stopped and looked down.

Mu Nujiao's hand was still clutching the corner of his clothes, and when she looked up, her eyes appeared calmer than usual under the lamplight.

She seemed to realize that the action was inappropriate, and loosened her fingers, but did not immediately pull them back.

"Mo Fan."

"Um?"

"Today—" she paused, her voice very soft, "thank you."

As Mo Fan looked at her, a part of his heart slowly softened.

The room was quiet, the night outside was still, and only faint breathing could be heard in the air.

Two seconds later, he raised his hand and gently tucked a strand of hair that had fallen to the side of her face behind her ear.

"Alright," he said, his voice lower. "If you really want to thank me, then get a good night's sleep."

Mu Nujiao looked at him but didn't say anything more.

Mo Fan didn't linger any longer, turning around with very light steps.

The door wasn't completely closed, leaving only a narrow crack. A sliver of warm yellow light shone from inside, only to be slowly swallowed up by the darkness of the corridor.

Mu Nujiao lay down on the bed, her fingers unconsciously touching the side of her ear where he had just brushed her hair aside; a faint warmth still lingered there.

Mo Fan stood outside the door for a moment before raising his hand to press his temples and jokingly scolding.

"This is really bad."

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