The Beggar Young Mas Chapter 131 : The Beggar Young Master Wants to Sleep (2)

Namgung Yeon was staring at Tang Wol-yeong with an expressionless face.

Although she usually walked around with a similar expression, anyone who knew Namgung Yeon even a little would know how displeased she was right now.

Swoosh—.

Namgung Yeon's gaze moved slightly downwards.

Namgung Il, who was still sleeping peacefully on Tang Wol-yeong's lap.

That sight was further grating on Namgung Yeon's nerves.

'Il-i... is lying on a strange woman's lap?'

Namgung Yeon was so shocked by that fact right now.

To think that her one and only younger brother was using a woman's lap other than her own as a pillow.

That was sothing even she hadn't done since Namgung Il turned ten... Namgung Yeon was even feeling a strange sense of jealousy towards Tang Wol-yeong right now.

'No, Il-i is a grown man now. So I thought sothing like this would happen.'

Namgung Il was no longer a child who was only in her arms.

Hadn't she confird that with her own two eyes last ti?

When Namgung Il had confidently defeated Namgung Hae in a duel in front of a large crowd, Namgung Yeon knew that it was ti for Namgung Il to leave her arms.

'Still...'

Namgung Il might be ready to leave, but Namgung Yeon had not yet completely finished preparing to let him go.

The scene of Namgung Il's secret eting, discovered in such a situation.

The sight of a man sleeping on a woman's lap looked like nothing but an act of affection to anyone.

Tremble— Tremble—.

Could her innocent younger brother have t a foxy woman and been deceived?

As that thought ca to mind, Namgung Yeon's hands trembled slightly without her realizing it.

"..."

Namgung Yeon barely maintained her composure.

Although Namgung Yeon usually exploded with emotions in a way that was completely opposite to her usual self when it ca to matters related to Namgung Il, she was forcibly suppressing it until she found out more about the situation.

"...Who are you?"

"...!"

"Who are you to be doing that with my younger brother right now?"

Namgung Yeon asked again with a cold voice.

At that mont, a low exclamation escaped her mouth as if she had co to her senses.

Although she had been at a loss for words, captivated by Namgung Yeon's beauty for a mont, Tang Wol-yeong could tell that Namgung Yeon was in a very bad mood right now.

'Younger brother?'

She had clearly heard Namgung Yeon say that.

At that mont, her eyes widened as if she had realized sothing.

Tang Wol-yeong realized that the beautiful woman in front of her was Namgung Il's older sister.

'Is that person Young Master Namgung Il's older sister?'

Although she knew that Namgung Il had an older sister, this was the first ti she had seen her face in person.

At that mont, a look of bewildernt appeared on Tang Wol-yeong's face as she fidgeted.

Even if they had just run into each other, it would have been very uncomfortable, but to suddenly run into Namgung Yeon in a situation like this, it couldn't help but be doubled.

"Ah, hello! My na is Tang Wol-yeong."

"..."

"I'm a classmate of Young Master Namgung Il in the sa class."

Even after she had introduced herself, the coldness flowing from Namgung Yeon showed no signs of subsiding.

Did she perhaps make a slip of the tongue just now?

While Tang Wol-yeong was worrying inwardly, Namgung Yeon, who had been keeping her mouth shut, opened it.

"Why is a re classmate engaging in such an act?"

"Th-this... is a misunderstanding!"

"A misunderstanding?"

Explain what on earth is a misunderstanding.

Such a silent pressure was being conveyed from Namgung Yeon's gaze.

"I was just worried that Young Master Namgung Il was sleeping on the road..."

"..."

"...I absolutely had no other intentions!"

"Really? For that, it seed like you were about to touch Il-i's cheek with your hand earlier."

Did she see that?

As Namgung Yeon interrogated her like that, Tang Wol-yeong was montarily at a loss for words.

"Why were you trying to touch Il-i's cheek?"

"That's..."

"Il-i's cheeks are soft, so it feels really good to touch them. They're not too soft and have a moderately firm part, so if you rub them back and forth, you'll keep touching them without realizing how much ti has passed."

...I really want to touch that once.

Hearing Namgung Yeon's detailed explanation, Tang Wol-yeong almost moved her hand without realizing it.

"That precious thing... not just anyone can touch it."

"...!"

"Only my deceased mother and I, his older sister, monopolized it. Of course, a re classmate can absolutely not touch it."

Why were such strict conditions necessary for just touching a cheek?

A normal person hearing this would naturally have that thought, but Tang Wol-yeong was nodding her head inwardly at those words.

"Yes... a re classmate can't touch it."

"..."

"Are you perhaps Il-i's... lover?"

Namgung Yeon stuttered at the word 'lover' without realizing it.

As if she instinctively had a sense of rejection towards that word.

No, she didn't have a particular rejection of the word itself, but a rejection arose when Namgung Il's na was put in front of it.

"L-lover?"

As Namgung Yeon suddenly asked, Tang Wol-yeong's face instantly turned red.

To think that she was Namgung Il's lover... she didn't dislike it, but she couldn't help but be flustered.

'Why am I being mistaken for his lover?'

At that mont, Tang Wol-yeong could understand the reason.

A man lying on the floor and a woman offering her lap to him.

Although she might have really acted out of concern for Namgung Il, from the outside, it would inevitably look like a relationship beyond that of a re classmate.

Flush—.

As she realized the reason, Tang Wol-yeong's face turned even redder than before.

"I-I think you're misunderstanding sothing!"

"A misunderstanding? Then you're not Il-i's lover?"

"O-of course, Young Master Namgung Il is a very good person, but... as I said before, I'm just a classmate."

Hearing the answer, Namgung Yeon let out a sigh of relief inwardly.

What would have happened to her if those words had co out of that mouth?

She might have just put her hand on her forehead and collapsed.

Glare—.

Just then, Namgung Yeon glared at Tang Wol-yeong again with sharp eyes.

"Then you're not his lover, but you're doing that to Il-i?"

"...Pardon?"

"And while Il-i is sleeping..."

Tang Wol-yeong realized that sothing was going wrong.

Although she had succeeded in making the coldness flowing from Namgung Yeon's eyes disappear, instead, a heat greater than that was now being transmitted to her skin.

"You sly thing..."

"...!"

"How dare you flirt with our innocent Il-i. Did you think that would be possible while I'm watching with my eyes wide open?"

Namgung Yeon said and gradually approached this way.

"U-unni! Just a mont!"

"Who's your unni? I have no intention of having you as a sister-in-law."

"...!"

The situation was not good.

Since it seed she couldn't calm Namgung Yeon down no matter what she said now, Tang Wol-yeong thought it was best to leave this place.

"...!"

But Tang Wol-yeong could no longer move her body.

Because Namgung Il was still sleeping soundly on her lap.

If she were to get up in a hurry and run away, Namgung Il's head would surely fall to the ground.

'Wh-what should I do?'

In the anti, Namgung Yeon's figure, which was getting closer and closer.

Until then, Tang Wol-yeong was still flustered, as if she didn't know what to do.

"Umm..."

Just then, Namgung Il mumbled and frowned.

What's been so noisy since a while ago?

On top of that, it had felt strangely cold just a mont ago, and now it suddenly felt hot.

'What on earth.'

In the end, Namgung Il had no choice but to wake up from his sleep and open his eyes.

'Huh?'

At that mont, Namgung Il felt a strange sensation on the back of his head.

He was sure he had been sleeping lying on the ground, but this was not the hard sensation he knew.

It was much softer than the pillow in his room, and there was even a pleasant scent.

Namgung Il also realized that sothing was covering his body like a blanket.

'Tang Wol-yeong?'

Just then, when he looked up, he saw Tang Wol-yeong's face.

Why was Tang Wol-yeong in a place like that?

On top of that, this angle... it was an angle that Namgung Il had never experienced before.

"Tang Wol-yeong."

"...!"

"What are you doing there?"

"Y-Young Master Namgung Il! You're awake?"

Tang Wol-yeong asked with a surprised voice.

At that mont, her footsteps stopped.

As she realized that Namgung Il had woken up, Namgung Yeon imdiately stopped in her tracks.

"What... did you perhaps give

your lap as a pillow until now?"

"Ah... yes. I thought your body would be tired later if you slept on the road without a pillow."

"This clothing? Is it yours?"

"Yes, although it's spring, the weather is still cold..."

It seed he had unintentionally been indebted to Tang Wol-yeong again.

By the way, to think that he had been sleeping continuously without realizing until his condition beca like this.

It seed he had fallen into a really deep sleep due to the accumulated fatigue of several days.

"Thank you. I was able to sleep comfortably thanks to you."

"...Not at all."

Tang Wol-yeong answered shyly.

In the anti, Namgung Il, who got up from his seat and yawned with a stretch.

Just then, Namgung Il belatedly realized that there was another person besides Tang Wol-yeong around.

"Hmm?"

When he turned his head, Namgung Yeon was standing there.

Why was his older sister in a place like this?

Just then, Namgung Yeon said to Namgung Il with a sharp voice.

"Il-ah, it's dangerous, so step aside."

"...Pardon?"

As Namgung Yeon suddenly said that, Namgung Il couldn't help but be puzzled.

"Because I have to teach that sly fox a lesson."

"...?"

"Don't worry. I'll make sure she never clings to you again."

The more he heard, the more it felt like he was falling into a labyrinth.

But there was no one here except for Tang Wol-yeong, besides Namgung Yeon.

From the circumstances, Namgung Il could tell that the fox Namgung Yeon was referring to was Tang Wol-yeong.

'A sly fox? Why did Tang Wol-yeong beco a sly fox?'

What on earth had happened while he was sleeping?

As Namgung Il looked with a clueless expression, Tang Wol-yeong was just shaking her head from side to side.

'I don't know what it is... but it's clear that my sister is angry.'

At tis like this, no one could stop Namgung Yeon.

Although he didn't know the exact reason, it was clear that the cause was Tang Wol-yeong.

Namgung Il thought it was a priority to get Tang Wol-yeong to escape from this place first.

"Take this and run away."

"Pardon? But..."

"It's okay. I'll block her here sohow."

"..."

"Hurry!"

In the end, Tang Wol-yeong took the clothes Namgung Il was holding out and quickly left the spot.

Accordingly, Namgung Yeon's gaze, which was directed at Tang Wol-yeong.

Since she had no intention of letting her go obediently just because she had run away like that, Namgung Yeon quickly tried to chase after her.

"You cunning thing... do you think I'll let you go?"

Muttering so, Namgung Yeon kicked off the ground and ran.

But because of Namgung Il, who was blocking her way at so point, Namgung Yeon had no choice but to stop in her tracks.

"...Il-ah, what are you doing?"

"Sister, I think you're misunderstanding sothing. Tang Wol-yeong is not a sly fox."

"..."

"She has helped

a lot in the past. So this ti too, just..."

"That sly bitch, she's been flirting like that in the past too?"

The title for Tang Wol-yeong had been upgraded by one level.

Sohow, he had tried to clear up the misunderstanding, but it felt like it had gotten even more twisted.

In the anti, Namgung Yeon tried to go around and chase Tang Wol-yeong, but Namgung Il blocked her way again.

"S-sister! Calm down!"

"...Il-ah, why are you taking that sly bitch's side over mine?"

"Pardon?"

"Have you already been bewitched? If not, our Il-i wouldn't be like this..."

The expression of Namgung Yeon, who was muttering so, beca even colder.

This seed much more serious than when she had attacked Susung-hwa last ti... If this continued, sothing really bad might happen to Tang Wol-yeong.

Whoosh—.

In the end, Namgung Il spread his arms and rushed at Namgung Yeon.

If he held on like this, no matter how much of a Namgung Yeon she was, she wouldn't be able to move anymore.

He didn't want to use force on Namgung Yeon, but now he had no choice but to do this.

"No matter what you say, I will never let go!"

"..."

"If you still want to go, then step on

and go!"

He couldn't attack his older sister, Namgung Yeon.

Wouldn't it be the sa for Namgung Yeon?

Using that point, Namgung Il had chosen this thod as a last resort.

"..."

But sohow, the situation was strange.

'Why is it so quiet?'

Namgung Yeon, whom he was hugging, was not saying anything.

He had thought that even if he held on forcibly like this, Namgung Yeon wouldn't give up given her personality...

Namgung Il tried to loosen his grip and move away a little to check Namgung Yeon's face.

Hug—.

Just then, Namgung Il's upper body, which was returning to its original position.

He had moved regardless of his own will due to the pulling force from behind.

"S-sister?"

"I can't help it."

"...?"

"You don't want to be separated from . I thought you were all grown up, but you're still a child."

What's with that happy voice?

Although he couldn't see her face, Namgung Il felt like he could guess Namgung Yeon's expression.

"Yes. Let's stay like this for a while."

"Th-that's not it..."

"As expected, no one can co between us siblings. Because we are this close."

"...!"

Saying so, Namgung Yeon tightened her arms.

As the situation beca like that, Namgung Il now tried to escape from Namgung Yeon's arms, but the more he did, the more strongly Namgung Yeon hugged Namgung Il.

"I love you, Il-ah."

"...!"

Namgung Yeon's anger, which had seed like it wouldn't cool down easily just a mont ago.

With just Namgung Il's hug, Namgung Yeon was happily whispering so, as if nothing had happened.

(End of Chapter)