Chapter 72: Jealousy "When kissing, be focused." ...

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, soft light quietly penetrated into the bedroom through the cracks in the window.

Xie Yunqing was awakened by a nightmare. His pupils were slightly dilated and he was breathing heavily. His mind was filled with scenes of bloody killings in the past.

Shen Wenji was still asleep and vaguely noticed something was wrong with him. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and mumbled, "What's wrong? Don't be afraid, I'm here."

She buried her furry head in his arms and patted his arm soothingly.

Xie Yunqing felt warm in his heart, touched her head, and said softly: "I'm fine, did I disturb you? Go to sleep for a while."

Shen Wenji responded unconsciously, resting his head on his arm, and fell into a deep sleep again. The hand that had just comforted him slowly dropped and rested on his waist and abdomen.

Xie Yunqing smiled helplessly, carefully straightened her hanging arms, stuffed them into the quilt, wrapped her in the quilt and held her in his arms.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Shen Wenji who was still sleeping in his arms.

She had a peaceful sleeping face, her long eyelashes drooping like butterfly wings, casting a light shadow, and her lips were slightly swollen with an alluring sheen.

It feels really good to have the one you love by your side every morning.

With tenderness in his eyes, he lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her smooth forehead. He gently pulled out his arm and tucked the quilt in for her.

Xie Yunqing stood up and glanced at the mess scattered on the ground. The beauty of last night flooded into his mind and he couldn't suppress a smile. While recalling last night, he picked up those blushing gauze clothes and heart clothes one by one.

Fold the clothes carefully and put them back into the big wooden box.

He was afraid that Shen Wenji would wake up and get angry, and would throw the box out directly. So he deliberately placed several seals on the top layer to ensure that it could not be opened or moved easily, and then pushed the box to an inconspicuous corner of the room.

Afterwards, Xie Yunqing changed into a neat moon-white uniform and went to the small kitchen.

This time, he didn't dare to neglect the slightest bit, and stayed by the stove without moving an inch. Following the recipe given by Elder Zhang, he controlled the heat precisely, adding wood, turning up the heat, and adding ingredients, taking every step with extreme caution.

When the lid of the pot was opened, the glutinous fragrance of lotus seeds mixed with the sweetness of lilies hit me in the face. The soup was clear, the ingredients were in good shape, and it finally looked much better.

He filled a white jade bowl with the medicinal food and carried it carefully towards the bedroom.

Pushing open the door, he saw Shen Wenji still sleeping soundly in a brocade quilt. He walked lightly, placed the white jade cup on the table beside him, turned around, and walked back to the couch lightly.

He sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his eyes to gaze at her sleeping face, restrainedly tidied up her hair hanging on the pillow, his eyes full of tenderness.

Seeing that Shen Wenji didn't react, he traced the contours of her soft face with his fingertips and called softly, "Susu, it's time to get up."

Shen Wenji frowned in his sleep, unconsciously shrank into the quilt, and muttered vaguely: "Well...don't make noise."

Xie Yunqing chuckled, leaned down, and kissed her one after another.

From her eyebrows to the tip of her nose, then holding those tempting lips, their breaths intertwined.

Shen Wenji was finally awakened, opened his eyes hazily, and met his smiling eyes.

Noticing that his kiss was gradually deepening and even tending to move all the way down, she instantly woke up completely and hurriedly pressed her hands against his chest.

Her voice was still hoarse from just waking up, and she pleaded for mercy: "Don't... wake up, I'm awake."

Xie Yunqing then slightly stepped back with satisfaction, his fingertips lingering on her red ears, pinching them twice, and said in a low voice with a smile: "Since you are awake, how about I help you get dressed?"

Shen Wenji looked at the familiar darkness in his eyes, and thinking of the absurdity of last night, he was so scared that he immediately wrapped himself in the quilt and shrank back, shaking his head repeatedly: "No, I can do it myself."

Xie Yunqing was amused by her thief-guarding look and stopped moving forward. He just looked at her leisurely and pointed at his lips.

He arched his brows and mischievously made a simple request: "Madam, if you can kiss me first, I'll stop bothering you. How about that?"

Shen Wenji's cheeks flushed and he glared at him angrily.

But she hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved forward.

Although they have kissed many times, I am still a little shy when she takes the initiative.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she tilted her neck back, her red lips about to touch the corner of his mouth.

"Hey! Who's that? What are you doing sneaking around?" Suddenly, a loud and alert shout from the disciple on duty outside the hall door came.

Shen Wenji, who was in the bedroom, was stunned when she heard the sound, and her movements stopped in mid-air. She looked outside and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Xie Yunqing's dark eyes darkened a little more. He pinched her jaw in dissatisfaction, and his rough fingertips rubbed the soft flesh of her cheek, forcing Shen Wenji's gaze to fall on him again.

Shen Wenji blinked and asked vaguely, "What are you doing?"

His eyes were glued to her slightly parted lips. He slowly lowered his head and said slowly, "When kissing, be focused."

Before I could kiss her, I heard a "squeak".

The window was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a green figure flipped in nimbly like a civet cat, landed steadily, and patted the hem of his clothes in a very familiar manner.

Shen Wenji retreated violently and pushed Xie Yunqing away, "Someone is coming."

Xie Yunqing: "..."

He turned around to see who was so blind.

In front of me was a handsome young man with a smiling face. He looked dusty, but his unrestrained temperament could not be concealed.

He glanced at the steaming medicinal meal on the table outside, and his eyes lit up.

"Oh, I'm just hungry." He seemed not to notice the two people beside the couch in the inner room. He walked straight to the table and reached out to lift the lid of the cup.

Xie Yunqing: “?”

Just as the man's fingertips were about to touch the medicinal food, an extremely sharp sword energy carrying a cold murderous intent shot out and went straight for his wrist.

"Ouch!" The man in green let out a strange cry and twisted his body suddenly at an extremely strange angle, narrowly avoiding the sword energy.

The sword energy brushed past his sleeve and cut off a corner of the table beside him.

The force was so great and merciless that if it hit him, his entire hand would be chopped off.

"Hiss." He gasped, leaped back a few steps, and pointed toward the inner room, complaining loudly, "What kind of hospitality is this?"

He raised his hand to fan his eyes, forcing out a few tears, and cried to Shen Wenji: "Aji, does the Hehuan Sect kill people as soon as they enter the door now?"

Hearing him call "Aji", Xie Yunqing dodged and stood in front of Shen Wenji, his face as gloomy as water, his eyes as cold as frost, and a terrifying low pressure emanating from his body.

As soon as the man in green stood up, he recognized him. It was Yan Xu, the man who had known Shen Wenji for many years and had a very close relationship with him.

He never thought that Yan Xu could break through the outer restrictions of the Hehuan Sect so easily and even swagger into the sect master's bedroom.

Besides, he looked very familiar with the place, so he must have been here more than once.

Xie Yunqing's heart sank suddenly, and an uncontrollable jealousy instantly surged in his heart.

"Yan, Xu." He spoke each word slowly, squeezing it out from between his teeth. His tone was cold. "Why are you here? Who allowed you to trespass into the Sect Master's bedroom?"

Yan Xu shivered at Xie Yunqing's icy tone, but the cynical smile on his face did not diminish at all.

He casually spread his hands, his eyes darting back and forth between Xie Yunqing and Shen Wenji, whose hair was slightly disheveled, lying on the bed. His tone was innocent, even provocative: "Me? Why am I here?"

It was as if I had heard some huge joke.

"Xie Daoyou, shouldn't I be the one asking you this? I've always done this when looking for Ah Ji. Climbing through the window is the quickest and easiest way, and we all know that. But you..."

Yan Xu drew out his words, looking Xie Yunqing up and down, focusing on the fact that he had clearly just gotten up from the bed. He raised an eyebrow and said, "You look like this, appearing in front of our Ah Ji's bed so early in the morning. Isn't that even more suspicious?"

He pronounced the four words "our Aji" very clearly, and they pierced Xie Yunqing's ears like a needle.

Shen Wenji interrupted their argument: "Stop arguing, Yan Xu, talk less."

Both of them looked at Shen Wenji, who was standing at the door of the inner room, holding his forehead with a headache on his face.

I'm so tired, I just want to disappear right here.

While holding Xie Yunqing's arm and pulling him back, she glared at Yan Xu and signaled him to shut up.

Xie Yunqing's body was stiff and the corners of his lips were tense.

Shen Wenji poked him.

Although he was a little jealous, he still looked back at her obediently.

Shen Wenji casually pulled a loose outer robe and tied it on. Although it covered her tightly, her slender collarbone and bare feet without shoes or socks were still vaguely exposed.

She was about to explain to Xie Yunqing, but she found that his face became even gloomier.

Shen Wenji: “?”

What's wrong with him? What's this temper tantrum?

Xie Yunqing frowned and looked at her. When he thought about the kid Yan Xu outside who might have seen everything just now, jealousy and anger overwhelmed his rationality.

"Get out." He growled, saying no more. His body moved like lightning, and his palm wind, carrying a biting spiritual power, attacked Yan Xu mercilessly.

His attack was even more swift and fierce than the sword energy just now, and every move went straight to the vital points. It was obvious that he was really angry.

"Hey! Are you serious? Ah Ji, Ah Ji, take care of him, someone's going to die."

Yan Xu screamed and tried to block and dodge in a panic. He was agile and although he narrowly avoided the attack, he was clearly at a disadvantage and was forced to flee in the hall.

But the tables, chairs and benches suffered the consequences and fell down with a loud bang.

"Xie Yunqing! Listen to me..." Shen Wenji hurried forward to stop him.

Xie Yunqing gently pushed her to a safe corner behind him, his tone possessive: "If you have anything to say, wait until you are dressed. Now, I will ask this uninvited guest to leave."

He deliberately emphasized the words "uninvited guest", and his attack was targeted, almost pressing Yan Xu and driving him towards the palace gate.

Yan Xu was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back, but he still kept shouting, "Oh my, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. Thank you, fellow Daoist, for showing mercy."

"Chen Wenji, please save me! Look at him, he's really jealous!"

The huge commotion in the hall had already attracted more disciples to gather outside the door.

They didn't dare to rush in, so they could only squeeze by the window and peek. They saw that the previously gentle and polite Senior Xie was chasing and beating Young Master Yan so ferociously, while their own sect leader stood aside and watched the fun.

Suddenly everyone started talking, their eyes getting wider than ever.

"Oh my god, that's such a fierce fight. Is Senior Xie jealous and crazy?"

"Mr. Yan, why did you barge in at this time..."

"Why else? He must be here to see the Sect Master. He always does this."

"Tsk tsk, this is really a Shura field."

"The Sect Leader is so charming that two such outstanding men are vying for her."

"The storybook has come true. Look, Master Yan is about to be kicked out."

Sure enough, there was a loud bang, accompanied by Yan Xu's miserable howl, and the palace door was suddenly blown open by a strong wind.

Yan Xu was "invited" out in a somewhat embarrassed manner, and staggered for several steps before he could barely stand firm.

Xie Yunqing followed closely behind, standing at the door of the palace, looking at Yan Xu who was rubbing his shoulders and grinning.

His face was frosty, his clothes fluttered, and his eyes were so cold that they could freeze people to death. He was like a demon.

"Master Yan, if you have anything to say, please move to the meeting hall and wait. The Sect Master is not dressed properly yet, so it is inconvenient for him to see guests."

After saying this, without giving Yan Xu any chance to refute, he slammed the door of the palace shut, even putting up a soundproofing ban.

Yan Xu was left standing alone in the courtyard, jumping up and down at the closed palace door, surrounded by a circle of Hehuan Sect disciples who were staring in amazement and whispering to each other.

Yan Xu shook his arm which was numb from the shock and looked at the tightly closed palace door. Far from being angry, he touched his chin and gave a meaningful smile.

He muttered in a low voice: "Tsk, she's so angry and possessive. It seems like they're really together."

Inside the hall.

Xie Yunqing turned around, and the cold murderous aura on his body instantly dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of grievance mixed with a little dissatisfaction.

He strode back to Shen Wenji, pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and asked sullenly, "Did he often come to you like this before?"

Every word seemed to be taken out of a vinegar jar, sour and sour.

Shen Wenji was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe. He felt both angry and amused. He raised his hand and punched his back: "Loosen up a bit, it hurts me."

Hearing this, Xie Yunqing relaxed his arms slightly, but still held her in his arms, refusing to let go. He looked down at her stubbornly, insisting on getting an answer.

Shen Wenji sighed, knowing that the jealous jar had been completely overturned, and could only explain: "Yan Xu is just like that. He never pays attention to these empty formalities. He thinks climbing through the window is faster than going through the main door, so I'm... used to it."

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, as she could clearly feel the arms around her tightening again.

Xie Yunqing's eyes darkened a little: "So he can come and go freely in your bedroom? Maybe he even saw you when you just woke up?"

"What are you thinking?" Shen Wenji's cheeks flushed, and he glared at him angrily, "He rarely comes in the morning unless it's something important. Besides, I always wash and dress well. If you hadn't been so unruly last night, would I have been unable to get out of bed today?"

Seeing her anxious, Xie Yunqing's nameless anger subsided a little, but he still stiffened his neck and said in a hard tone: "I don't like you meeting him."

Shen Wenji raised his finger and poked his tense jawline: "Xie Yunqing, can you please be reasonable? He is my friend."

"From now on, he is not allowed to climb through the window or break into your bedroom. If there is anything, he must go to the meeting hall to report it first." Xie Yunqing grabbed her rebellious fingers, held them tightly in his palm, and looked at her deeply.

"Susu, do you think I'm too possessive? I just can't help but dislike those who might covet you or get too close to you."

His straightforwardness made Shen Wenji feel distressed.

She relaxed and leaned into his arms, her voice softening. "Silly boy, there's no such thing as coveting. Yan Xu is like a brother to me. He already has someone in his heart, but that person... well, it's not what you think."

Xie Yunqing's expression softened slightly, but he still snorted coldly: "Brother, you should be more careful."

Shen Wenji laughed, raised his head and kissed him on the chin, as if to appease him: "Okay, I'll do as you say. From now on, let him go through the main gate and go to the meeting hall first. Is that okay?"

The soft touch is instantly recognizable.

But it made Xie Yunqing's expression turn from gloomy to bright. A smile appeared in his eyes again, and he pointed at his lips and said, "I want you here too. I didn't kiss you just now."

Shen Wenji rolled his eyes at him unhappily, but still blushed and pecked him quickly on the lips.

"That's good enough." Xie Yunqing was finally satisfied.

"Next time, tell me before you use force." Shen Wenji had a headache. "You suddenly kicked Yan Xu out just now, and he seemed to say something important?"

Xie Yunqing frowned again, obviously feeling resentful towards the guy who disturbed him without permission.

"Let him wait. No matter how big the matter is, we have to wait until you are dressed and fresh." As he said this, he carefully picked up the clothes he had prepared for her in advance and handed them to Shen Wenji.

"Go get dressed and wash up first. I'll get you a bowl of medicinal food. It tastes much better today than yesterday."

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The author has something to say: Xiao Xie is jealous again, maybe he is really the reincarnation of a jealous person [狗头]

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