The Life of a Necromancer as a Swashbuckler

Chapter 50: A Visitor in the Middle of the Night

After returning to her room, the first thing Nameless did was take a shower, hoping to wash away all the events of the day. After his shower, Nameless let out a long sigh. Without bothering to get fully dressed, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep. He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep when he suddenly felt a dampness on his face—as if someone were breathing right in front of him. Could it be that Xiao Jiaojiao had come back? The moment that thought crossed Nameless's mind, Nameless jolted awake in fright. He hurriedly opened his eyes to look, only to see a beautiful woman with a high nose and large eyes sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him. Her gaze seemed to radiate a dreamy and sorrowful expression. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Yan Miaomiao. Seeing that Nameless had woken up, Yan Miaomiao didn’t seem nervous at all. She suddenly closed her eyes and lunged toward him, planting a kiss right on his lips. Nameless didn’t have time to dodge and kissed her back. It felt so soft, so sweet—but also so terrifying. Ever since being frightened by Xiao Jiaojiao, Nameless had developed a guarded attitude toward any woman who took the initiative. After the brief kiss, he hurriedly used the Nine Heavens Mystic Separation Technique to escape from the bed, leaving Yan Miaomiao alone on the bed. He frantically straightened his clothes and stared at her in astonishment. “Miss Miaomiao, what are you doing?” The psychological trauma Xiao Jiaojiao had left on Nameless ran too deep; now, even when a beautiful woman initiated a kiss, it made Nameless tremble with fear. Yan Miaomiao, having kissed Nameless, expected him to make a move, but was both embarrassed and angry when he actually ran away. Hearing Nameless actually ask that question made her even angrier. Pouting, she snapped, “Why did you run away? Do you think I’m not as pretty as your little senior sister?” Nameless was taken aback by the question—what did this have to do with his junior sister? Flustered, he replied, “You’re naturally beautiful—a rare beauty indeed. But it’s late at night and all is quiet. Miss Miaomiao, what brings you here to see me?” Nameless really wasn’t in the mood at all; the events of the past two days had shaken him too deeply. “Hmph, are you too scared now?” Yan Miaomiao stared straight at Nameless with a defiant gaze. Provoked by Yan Miaomiao’s gaze, Nameless actually shrank back even more. If he hadn’t been provoked by Xiao Jiaojiao that afternoon, he might have been unable to resist doing something, but now he simply wasn’t in the mood. “What happened last night was an accident; Nameless didn’t mean to do it. Miss Miaomiao, you’re naturally beautiful—I couldn’t just look the other way. It’s just that I’ve been so exhausted lately; I really don’t have the energy.” Nameless didn’t even know what nonsense he was spouting, but the gist was: You’re beautiful, but I’m not up for it tonight. “Hmph!” Seeing Nameless’s timid retreat, Yan Miaomiao felt a pang of disgust. Was this cowardly man before her really the legendary Xiaoyao hero who had single-handedly fought the Four Evils of the Jianghu and outwitted the Tianmo Sect? Why did he look like such a flash in the pan right now, completely lacking the majesty he’d displayed yesterday? Whether something had happened today or this was simply his true nature, her disappointment was plain for all to see. If Nameless really was such a sleazy man, wasting any more time on him would be pointless. Feeling a wave of disappointment and realizing she’d perhaps been too quick to judge, Yan Miaomiao awkwardly smoothed out her clothes, got out of bed, and walked toward the door, unable to hide her disappointment and sadness. The moment Nameless passed in front of Wuming, he seemed to see deep sorrow and a helpless cry in her eyes. He felt as though he’d seen that look somewhere before—that look of someone seeking help yet powerless to change the situation. Annie! That scene suddenly flashed through his mind—that look he’d seen twice in his dreams but would never forget. It was a cry of despair in the face of a hopeless situation. In his dreams, he couldn’t help Annie because it was a dream he couldn’t change. But what about Yan Miaomiao right in front of him? “Wait a minute!” Nameless suddenly called out to Yan Miaomiao. “What is it?” Upon hearing Nameless call her name, Yan Miaomiao’s eyes seemed to light up instantly, as if she’d found a glimmer of hope, and she turned to look at him. “Miss Yan, is there something you’d like to say? Is there anything I can do to help?” Nameless didn’t know what else to say, so he asked with concern. “It’s nothing!” Upon hearing Nameless’s question, Yan Miaomiao’s eyes dimmed once more. She lowered her head and continued walking out; that once-stately and proud figure now appeared lonely and desolate. “Why is it ‘nothing’ again?” Nameless was utterly baffled. If nothing was wrong, why had she come running over in the middle of the night to kiss him? Was he just going to let Yan Miaomiao walk away like this? For some reason, Nameless was reminded of that night by the lake, when Yechacha cupped his face and asked, “Will you join the Tianlong Sect?” It was as if everything suddenly clicked for Nameless. He lunged at Yan Miaomiao, startling her so much she shuddered. Before she could even react, Nameless pressed his lips fiercely against hers—they felt cold yet soft. This was perhaps the most passionate kiss Nameless had ever shared. As the kiss deepened, Nameless carried Yan Miaomiao back to the bed and began to move with intense passion. Yan Miaomiao seemed to have given up resisting—or perhaps she hadn’t resisted from the start. Just as they were about to take the next step, Nameless suddenly stopped, his face breaking into a mischievous grin. Leaning over her, he said leisurely, “Now you can tell me—what did you want from me?” Hearing Nameless’s question, Yan Miaomiao was inexplicably startled. She looked up at him in surprise, and only then did she notice that in the moonlight, his skin appeared even more delicate and toned,and his fair complexion looked both endearing and powerful. What a handsome man he was! He was so perfect—exactly the kind of person she had dreamed of since childhood. This was the man Yan Miaomiao truly wanted: the Xiaoyao Hero, a hero—a handsome and endearing hero. Hearing Nameless’s question, Yan Miaomiao could no longer hold back. She covered her face with both hands and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, “Xiaoyao hero, save me!”