Chapter 731 Xie is in a hurry!

Although Song Chunxue was quite willing to let him dry her hair.

But after a moment's thought, she wondered if that would be too ambiguous.

If they get too close later, Xie Zheng will be the one who suffers.

"I'll do it myself, you might not be able to." Her hair was much darker than before and was not easy to dry.

She used to be a haggard old woman, pale and thin, with dry and tangled hair that was sparse and yellow, and would dry out in the wind.

“I can, let me try.” Xie Zheng got up and walked over to her.

"No need, you can just sit there."

"Sister Song, please let me try," he pleaded.

Fine, let him try if he wants.

Surprisingly, his movements were very gentle; he gently stroked the hair downwards, appearing quite skilled.

"You used to dry Yun'er's mother's hair?"

"No, I wiped it myself. My hair is longer than yours."

"..." Hey, you're even competing now, huh?

However, upon closer inspection, his hair was indeed quite good—long, black, and neat, unlike hers, which was soft and thin.

Song Chunxue closed her eyes; it felt quite comfortable having someone help her dry her hair.

She yawned, feeling sleepy and not wanting to meditate.

Indeed, comfort makes people lazy.

She should visit Xie Zheng less often in the future and stay in her own courtyard instead, otherwise she might become lax in her cultivation.

"By the way, I'm going out with my senior brothers the day after tomorrow. Recently, a group of evil cultivators have been stirring up trouble everywhere. My eldest senior brother wants to eliminate the evil and protect the righteous path. I want to go with them. We'll probably be back in five or six days."

Xie Zheng paused for a moment, then continued to dry her hair.

Is it absolutely necessary to go?

Judging from his voice, he didn't seem too keen for her to go.

Song Chunxue smiled, "It's not that I absolutely have to go, but I want to go."

"Okay, then be careful. Have Wuyou follow you." Xie Zheng didn't stop him. "Don't be reckless. Lord Zhao and the others will definitely protect you."

“We split into two groups, and I will go with Master Han.”

He stopped what he was doing, picked up a strand of hair with his fingers, and seemed to be thinking about something.

A moment later, he picked up his hair and carefully wiped it.

"You still need to be careful and not act impulsively. Evil cultivators and demonic cultivators are all wicked and full of tricks. You need to be cautious."

"Yes, I will." Song Chunxue yawned again. "Almost dry. I almost forgot that I also learned some drying techniques."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes and tried it. Her head was steaming hot, and when she touched it, it was only slightly damp.

"Go to bed early, I'm so sleepy."

I've been walking all day, going back and forth on the streets non-stop, and now I'm getting increasingly sleepy.

"Um."

As soon as I entered the bedroom, two hands wrapped around my waist.

Song Chunxue turned around and stood facing him.

They seem to be quite affectionate these past few days. Does he need to be hugged before he can fall asleep?

She wrapped her arms around his waist and patted him on the back. "Okay, get some rest."

After a few pats, she tried to back up to go to bed, but couldn't break free.

Looking up at Xie Zheng, she met his unfathomable gaze, and her sleepiness vanished instantly.

"Sister Song, I've been waiting for you to come back."

The implication is that it's a bit unfair to just leave him to sleep like that.

After waiting for so long, a hug isn't enough to satisfy me.

Song Chunxue smelled the soapy scent of cypress and tea on him and thought it smelled wonderful.

She gently wrapped her arms around his waist and stood on tiptoe.

Before she even touched his lips, he leaned down and covered them with his.

The passionate, scalding kiss made my heart race.

His arms were strong; he crossed his arms behind her back, holding her tightly and locking her in his embrace.

Only then did she realize that she was quite thin and looked rather petite in his presence, completely enveloped in his arms.

"Hmm..."

I've never had such a long and intense kiss before; I almost lost my breath.

But the more she tried to break free, the tighter his arms gripped her.

Gradually, she stopped struggling and let him steal her breath.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but her neck started to ache terribly.

The next moment, she felt the back of her head being supported and her whole body being lifted up.

She stared wide-eyed. Wasn't he injured? Wouldn't he break apart from such a movement?

The next moment, he walked steadily to the bedside, and Song Chunxue's heart was pounding like a pea in a hot pan.

Reaching the bedside, he bent down slightly and placed her on the bed. Song Chunxue looked at him blankly.

His knees knelt down one after the other, forcing her to lean back, and then her entire back fell onto the bed.

"You... um..."

The rest was pressed against her lips, and she stared at him with wide eyes.

He raised his hand to cover her eyes, and his kisses grew increasingly urgent.

My mind suddenly exploded, a series of rapid, crackling sounds.

No way, Xie Zheng wouldn't be so impatient, he might want to... tonight?

Are you going to ignore his wound?

Or did he get angry when he heard she was going out, so he wanted to kiss her as much as he wanted?

This scene was so unfamiliar to her that her whole body, from head to toe, even the strands of her hair, felt numb, as if she had been rubbed with peppercorns, and she felt as if she had lost all her strength.

If this was a honey trap, she would have already been completely defeated.

After some time, she felt a burning pain in her lips, which must have been broken.

"Ugh..." She raised her hand to push him away, supporting herself with both hands. "My mouth hurts..."

She was startled by her own voice.

Damn it, what's that noise? How did she just speak? Why does her voice sound like that?

"Um, you..."

She clearly saw his bewildered eyes instantly flush crimson because of her words.

Xie Zheng placed his hand on the back of her head and forcefully moved her further in.

All she could hear was the erratic breathing of two people, which made her feel hot all over.

Then, a weight fell on her body...

...

Whew~

Whew~

After a long while, the two of them huddled in bed, like two quails dying of thirst, motionless as they adjusted their breathing.

Song Chunxue had her back to his chest, her ears so hot they could fry an egg on them.

The collar was loose, and one shoulder was faintly visible.

She closed her eyes, feeling a mixture of fear, shock, and joy that she had never experienced before.

She never expected Xie Zheng to be so crazy tonight; she felt like she almost died here.

Her chest heaved violently as she closed her eyes again, recalling what had just happened.

Good heavens, where did he learn that? He actually used his teeth to pry open the straps on the little pocket.

She couldn't think about it anymore. She covered her face with her hands and said in a very soft voice, "I...I'll go to the next room."

Xie Zheng clenched his arms, his voice dry and hoarse, "No."

"Don't torture yourself like this, you're...you're making things difficult for yourself. I'll come back when you're healed."

Xie Zheng buried his head in the back of her neck, took a deep breath, and hugged her even tighter.

“You’re leaving the day after tomorrow, and I won’t be back. I’ll just give you a hug.” He accused in a hoarse, muffled voice. “Who told you to say yesterday that you would sleep in my bed with me? Once people have expectations, they’ll take advantage of you.”

"It was my fault," she said weakly.

The next moment, he pulled the blanket over her and said, "Go to sleep. Wait a few more days until I'm healed."

"..." Her face turned bright red. "I'm not in a hurry."

"Xie was in a hurry."

P.S.: Thank you all for your concern. I'm much better now. Western medicine is indeed strong, but it can also cause significant harm. Acetaminophen made my lips black for five or six years, which damaged my heart, so please drink less of it.

I think this chapter might get stuck in the censorship process, but I've tried my best.

Aaaaaah! I'm not good at writing romance, which is why I write about older women, but I really enjoy adding some romantic elements!

It feels sweeter than any of the domineering CEO stories I've ever written.