Chapter 13 Even if someone has strange thoughts, the gods and Buddhas will not blame them.

That startling statement addresses a very real issue.

Lin Shutang's tone, however, was extremely calm.

Song Ying was stunned for a long time.

It was already difficult enough for them to take Lin Shutang away right under Shen Jun's nose, let alone a child.

But that's my junior sister's child. Can she just leave the child behind?

In an instant, Song Ying felt she had countless reasons to persuade Lin Shutang to wake her up.

But it's also clear that probably no one in the world can persuade a mother to leave her child.

"Senior brother, I'm so glad to see you're still alive. What happened back then was my fault, I dragged you into it." Lin Shutang's tears flowed again as she spoke. "So, please don't worry about me anymore, okay? Please don't make me carry this burden of guilt anymore, okay?"

She really couldn't let Song Ying get involved anymore.

He had already ruined his voice because of her, and she couldn't let him get involved in her ill-fated relationship with Shen Jun.

No matter where things go in their future, Lin Shutang is confident that she has the courage to bear all the consequences.

She doesn't want anyone to sacrifice for her.

"Shutang, you're not letting your senior brother discipline you. Are you still afraid that what happened back then will repeat itself? Are you afraid he'll harm your senior brother, and that your senior brother won't be able to defend himself? Is that it?"

Song Ying understood.

Lin Shutang knew that even if she denied it, he wouldn't believe her, but she firmly stated her words, "Senior brother, you have your life, and I have mine. You should go."

“That female benefactor is in this meditation room.”

Song Ying wanted to say something more, but suddenly the voice of a young novice monk came from outside the door, along with footsteps, as if he was leading someone to the door.

"Thank you." A clear, gentle voice rang out.

Lin Shutang saw the tall figure reflected in the oiled paper window and reacted almost instantly.

It's Shen Yun!

Lin Shutang was so terrified that his soul almost left his body.

Song Ying quickly stuffed the antidote into Lin Shutang's hand, indicating that Qingdai should take it.

Turning around and using the screen for cover, he slipped behind the tall Buddha statue placed in the main hall.

Lin Shutang squatted down, put the antidote into Qingdai's mouth, made sure she swallowed it, and pinched her philtrum.

The effect was swift; as expected, Qingdai opened her eyes, still dazed, and asked, somewhat confused, "Madam?"

Lin Shutang pretended to have a stern face, "Why did you come with me if you're not feeling well? Do you expect me to take care of you on the way back?"

At the same time, the door to the meditation room was pushed open from the outside.

...I made it.

Lin Shutang's erratic heartbeat calmed down a bit.

Looking towards the sound, the sunlight outside shot in like beams of light, refracting the fine dust particles swirling in the air into a kaleidoscope of colors.

Lin Shutang looked up and saw Shen Yun's face, which was turned away from the sunlight and had a faint smile on it, in the colorful light and shadow.

His eyes, however, were dark and devoid of warmth, staring intently at her.

...like how he looked every time she was caught trying to escape in the past.

Lin Shutang swallowed hard.

My body started trembling uncontrollably again.

The memories are clearly blurred, but the physical reactions feel like they are trying to imprint them forever.

The young man was tall and slender with bright eyes and sparse eyebrows. With every step he took towards her, Lin Shutang felt as if he were stepping on her chest, like a vengeful ghost from the underworld.

The iron chains binding her body tightened inch by inch, slowly eroding the cracks in her life.

Why are you here?

Lin Shutang mustered all her strength to stand up, forced a smile, and tried to keep her voice steady.

Shen Yun tilted his head to look at her, gently stroking her pale face with the back of his fingers. Her lowered eyelids made it difficult to discern her emotions.

“Misty Hidden Mountain and West Duck Mountain are close by, so I’ve come to take a look,” Shen Yun said casually.

They didn't come to arrest her because they received a tip.

Lin Shutang breathed a sigh of relief.

But suddenly, Shen Yun's face appeared before him, magnified several times!

He bent down, almost face to face with her, his dark eyes staring straight at her like some inanimate object.

Lin Shutang was so frightened that she almost screamed, but Shen Yun moved quickly, grabbing the back of her head and pressing closer, so Lin Shutang couldn't back down even a little.

She heard Shen Yun say in an unusually distorted yet strangely calm voice, "I heard that Song Ying is repairing Buddha statues at Fahua Temple."

Lin Shutang was so shocked that the top of his head almost flew off.

Shen Yun looked at her, a joyful and excited smile gradually curving his lips. His slow, leisurely tone seemed to stretch out for countless centuries, "A-Tang, have you seen him?"

The room was unusually quiet. Lin Shutang could hear her own heartbeat, as if it was about to burst out of her chest.

Qingdai had already wisely left when Shen Jun came in, leaving only the two of them in the room.

...No, there's one more person.

Right behind the Buddha statue!

Lin Shutang restrained herself from glancing in that direction, and looked up at Shen Yun again, "Really? I didn't know."

"Of all the temples in Wuyin Mountain, he chose to repair the Buddha statues at Fahua Temple. Huguo Temple is the most prestigious in Yujing City, so A-Tang also chose Fahua Temple."

Shen Yun's tone was soft and gentle, and he chuckled again, "Is it a meeting of minds? Or..."

"Shen Yun! The Nafu quilt should have been blessed, let's go take a look." Lin Shutang immediately interrupted him.

This place is too dangerous.

She had to leave quickly.

Shen Yun grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards the wooden stake on the partition.

"No rush." ​​He looked down at Lin Shutang's face, which flushed and paled in turns, and gently lifted her chin. "We still have time to do other things."

He lowered his head to kiss her.

"Shen Yun, this is a Buddhist temple!" Lin Shutang turned her head and pushed him away, utterly incredulous that Shen Yun would do such a thing to her in such a sacred Buddhist place.

This guy is absolutely insane!

Shen Yun turned her chin and stared at her red lips, which were panting heavily with fear.

The inside of her pink tongue was soft and sweet; he could easily hook it and a gush of moisture would come out, making a pleasant whimpering sound from her throat.

But this mouth of his always says things he doesn't want to hear.

It's best to keep it blocked.

With the tongue, or with something else...

"Don't worry, we are husband and wife. The gods and Buddhas won't blame us."

Shen Yun lowered his head, tenderly tracing the shape of her lips, and used the tip of his tongue to pry open her pearly teeth, kissing her gently and meticulously.

She was very uncooperative and kept dodging, but under Shen Yun's offensive, her legs easily went weak, and Lin Shutang uncontrollably let out broken moans.

She knew her senior brother was behind the Buddha statue, so he must have seen it.

Lin Shutang's tears flowed uncontrollably.

Her senior brother witnessed this embarrassing scene.

As her cheeks touched the wetness, Shen Yun lowered her eyes and stared at Lin Shutang's flushed cheeks, which were red from her unsteady breathing.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, his heart burning with rage.

Is it that uncomfortable?

...They all endured it.

Shen Yun raised her eyes, her gaze seemingly able to penetrate to the Buddha statue not far away.

Just like that afternoon not long ago, when he stared intently at the second floor of that cabinet.

Shen Yun raised her chin and kissed Lin Shutang's palate even more deeply, determined to make the sound of water even louder.

Lin Shutang is his.

It can only be his!

...

Lin Shutang thought that being kissed like that by Shen Yun in the meditation room was already too much.

Shen Yun was acting crazy for some reason; he should be satisfied now.

But unexpectedly, once they left Fahua Temple and got into the carriage, it was time to truly punish Lin Shutang.

Inside the carriage, the sobbing sounds were crushed by the rumble of the wheels as the train sped through the forest. Occasionally, a few thick branches would break, a moment when Lin Shutang no longer had to force herself to swallow her sobs.

At this moment, Shen Yun tightly gripped the back of her head, pressing her forward with tremendous force without warning.

Each strike felt like it had reached the very end.

The smell brought tears to her eyes.

Shen Yun sat with his legs wide open, his cold eyes dark and deep, revealing a huge, turbulent undercurrent within, yet strangely, he didn't show it on his face at all.

Looking down at Lin Shutang, he seemed to be admiring a work of art.

However, the roughness in his movements clearly revealed the unease in his heart.

At first, Lin Shutang could still glare at him angrily, but later her whole mouth felt numb and her lips felt like they were chafed.

She couldn't see anything clearly through the foggy vision, and could only follow the rhythm of Shen Yun's palm.

"Stick your tongue out."

Unlike Shen Yun's noticeably uneven chest, his voice was calm, and his commanding tone carried the composure and charisma of a superior.

He was impeccably dressed, as noble as fresh snow on a mountaintop, yet the words that came out of his mouth were vulgar and crude.

Lin Shutang had no idea what Shen Yun was suddenly going crazy about.

Perhaps he realized that he had met with Senior Brother Song Ying.

But why didn't he just point it out directly?

Is there really solid evidence, or is it just paranoia?

Lin Shutang was unwilling to be the first to admit his mistake.

Since Shen Yun doesn't expose this secret, Lin Shutang has no chance of revealing his dishonesty first.

This is not good for her.

And even if she met Senior Brother Song Ying, so what? She didn't leave with him.

Why should Shen Yun be angry?

Thinking of this, Lin Shutang's tears flowed even more freely, filled with grievance, resentment, and humiliation.

A sob escaped from his throat, and before he could swallow, something else spilled from the corner of his lips—it was hard to tell if it was tears or something else.

Seeing her tearful appearance, Shen Yun felt annoyed by her crying.

He reached out and scooped her up from the blanket, then gently pulled her onto his lap.

"You still can't get it after I've taught you so many times? Do you want me to lick you?"

Shen Yun reached out to wipe away her tears, cleaning all the water stains from her face.

Lin Shutang cried and hiccuped, "Can you please stop?"

"What about me?" Shen Yun asked, amused.

"Is it that I can't lick you, or that I can't let you suck me?"

Shen Yun always spouts crude jokes without hesitation, and Lin Shutang has experienced many of them over the years.

It is likely that Shen Yun, who appears to outsiders as upright and virtuous with the integrity of a scholar, only reveals his rebellious and wild nature, which he has cultivated since childhood on the battlefield, when it comes to such matters.

However, since Lin Shutang was the only one who was addicted to Shen Yun in bed, only Lin Shutang could glimpse this side of Shen Yun.

So much so that in the days that followed, no one could understand why Lin Shutang would give up being the wife of the heir apparent and leave Shen Yun.

Because Lin Shutang witnessed all the wickedness that Shen Yun had always shown only to her.

A note from the author:

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[Eating melon seeds]