The Mischievous Witch No. 19

When Little Cloud saw that Snow White was quietly meditating to heal her wounds, he began searching the cave for dry provisions to cook a meal. After such a long journey today, he was already famished. With Spirit Sister absent, Little Cloud felt justified in playing host.

Snow White meditated for a while, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that Little Cloud had already finished cooking. There were no vegetables, so he found some cured meat in the cave, added a bit of salt, and boiled it to serve as a dish.

After taking the medicine, Snow White understood that the woman must be a master of medicine. Her internal injuries were severe, yet after taking the medicine, she clearly felt a significant improvement. This brought her much comfort. Snow White had never cared much about life and death, but that did not mean she did not cherish life. She had killed many, but spared even more—even someone like Xiao Tianfeng had been let go by her. Now that she saw hope for survival, of course her heart felt light and joyful. She thought to herself that this truly was a perfect place to recover from her wounds; her enemies would not find her here any time soon.

When Little Cloud saw her open her eyes, he grinned and said, "Sister Snow, we've gone half a day without food. My stomach is already growling. Let's eat!"

Her spirits lifted now that her injuries had improved, and besides, she was famished. So the two of them ate heartily.

Little Cloud couldn’t help but ask proudly, "Sister Snow, how do you like my cooking?" Snow White praised him, "Little Cloud, your cooking is really good. I’ve never eaten such delicious food."

Seeing her in such a good mood, Little Cloud couldn’t resist teasing, "Dear Sister, what will you give me as thanks?" He looked at her with a sly, half-smiling expression.

Snow White blushed faintly. "Little Cloud, if you’d like, one day when I get the chance, I’ll cook for you. How about that?"

Little Cloud was overjoyed. "That’s wonderful! You must keep your word! If a fairy-like sister cooks for me, I’ll be in heaven!"

Snow White laughed. "Don’t get too happy just yet. You gave me your Spirit Sister’s medicine, and you’ve eaten her food as well. How will you explain yourself when she returns? She might just give you a good beating."

Little Cloud laughed. "That’s fine by me. I've never seen Spirit Sister angry. In fact, I’d like to see it. But I think getting her angry is harder than climbing to the heavens. She’s like a serene old monk—nothing can disturb her inner peace."

From the way things were arranged here, Snow White could tell that such a person would not anger easily, nor would she fall in love lightly. She simply couldn’t understand why such a young and beautiful woman would choose to live alone in the deep mountains. There must be some secret in her heart.

After the meal, seeing that Snow White’s spirits had improved greatly, Little Cloud cheerfully said, "Sister Snow, see? I wasn’t bragging—the medicine from my Spirit Sister works wonders!"

Snow White nodded, smiling. "It certainly does. I feel much better now. It seems your Spirit Sister is not only a master of martial arts, but also a genius physician. With such extraordinary skills and her gentle beauty, it’s no wonder you’re so smitten with her, calling out ‘Spirit Sister’ even in your dreams."

Remembering that night, when Little Cloud had called out for Spirit Sister while tightly clutching the front of her own robe, Snow White’s face flushed red.

Little Cloud, seeing her teasing, replied with a laugh, "Who says I’m only smitten with her? Now I’m even more enchanted by your beauty, Sister Snow. For a heavenly fairy like you, I fear neither hardship nor death. You don’t believe me? We can put it to the test."

His gaze slithered over her like a snake, and he reached out to touch Snow White’s cheek, displaying a hint of his wild nature.

Snow White, seeing his hand reach out, flushed even redder and scolded, "Get away, you little rascal! Don’t mess around."

She tried to bat his hand away, but the effort pulled at her wounded arm, causing her to sigh softly and lower her hand. Little Cloud noticed that her once pale face now had a rosy flush, and her slight annoyance made her even more enchanting. He stared, momentarily dazed, his hand suspended in midair.

Snow White, embarrassed under his gaze, lowered her head shyly. In that moment, she was no longer the formidable enchantress of the martial world, but a bashful young woman.

Little Cloud wondered if, once she recovered, he might nestle in her embrace and gently stroke her lovely face.

His hand fell, and Snow White closed her eyes. If he truly wanted to touch her cheek, she would not avoid him. Since childhood, no boy had ever touched her face, but she was ready to give everything to this young man.

Little Cloud noticed her long lashes droop, hiding the former cold gleam in her eyes; now her flushed face made her look delicate and pitiful. He could not bear to tease her further, so he gently tidied her disheveled hair.

Snow White’s mind drifted to dreams from her youth: beneath a blue sky with drifting white clouds, a quiet maiden sat on the grasslands, leaning gently into her white knight’s arms while he caressed her hair… Years of bloody struggles had almost made her forget she was a woman—she had not remembered this dream in many years.

"Sister Snow, I’m going to cook now!" Little Cloud’s words startled her from her reverie.

Time passed swiftly, and soon night had fallen. Spirit Sister had not yet returned, so the two of them ate a simple meal and rested. Though energetic, Little Cloud saw Snow White meditating and did not wish to disturb her, so he quietly went to bed himself.

Several days passed like this, and Snow White’s injuries improved greatly. Moving no longer caused her pain, and the color had returned to her cheeks. To Little Cloud, she looked even more beautiful than before.

At this point, Little Cloud suddenly noticed that her clothes were stained with blood, which did not match her lovely features. "Sister Snow, your clothes are bloodstained. Spirit Sister has some clean clothes here. Since she’s not around, you should change into them!"

Snow White, by nature, liked cleanliness. But as someone who lived in the martial world, she was not as particular as the sheltered daughters of noble families. Of course, with clean clothes available, she was happy to change. Still, as a grown woman, she felt a touch embarrassed to do so in front of Little Cloud.