Chapter 102 So that you won't say anything I don't like to hear again.

Shen Yuepo raised her hand and pressed the light switch with a "snap".

The soft, bright overhead light instantly dispelled the darkness of the room.

Feng Jin paused for a moment, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, as if displeased by the sudden light.

He slowly raised his head, his dark golden eyes filled with displeasure and accusation at being disturbed, as he looked at Shen Yuepo standing at the door.

That look seemed to say: Why turn on the light?

Shen Yuepo completely ignored the accusation in his eyes.

She didn't tell him to leave.

After all, if this old man really wanted to stay, she couldn't get rid of him.

Moreover, this wasn't the first or second time the two had shared a bed.

Shen Yuepo was already used to this physical cohabitation.

She walked straight to the wardrobe against the wall, opened the door, and took out a clean set of pajamas.

Throughout the entire process, he kept his eyes straight ahead and his movements were swift and decisive, as if the figure on the bed, radiating a low-pressure aura, was merely a large piece of furniture.

Clutching her pajamas, Shen Yuepo turned and walked into the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

Soon, the sound of rushing water came from inside.

About half an hour later, the sound of water stopped.

A few moments later, the hairdryer started humming, which lasted for more than ten minutes.

The bathroom door opened again, bringing with it warm steam and the faint, cool scent of shower gel.

Shen Yuepo came out wearing that nightgown, her long hair already dried and loosely draped over her shoulders.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the steam, and she looked less cold and more gentle and domestic than usual.

Feng Jin raised his eyelids slightly when she came out, his dark golden eyes lingering briefly on her misty face.

Then, as if nothing had happened, the finger returned to the phone screen and continued to swipe.

Shen Yuepo walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt, and naturally lay down.

The blankets, warmed by the sun and smelling clean, were so comfortable that she couldn't help but let out a barely audible sigh.

She sank into the soft mattress, turned to her side with her back to Feng Jin, and habitually curled up into a relaxed position.

Just then, a chill emanating naturally from Feng Jin began to waft over.

It silently neutralized the overly warm temperature in the bed, bringing a comfortable coolness.

Shen Yuepo closed her eyes, feeling the unadjustable cold air, and the corners of her lips curved slightly upward.

very nice.

With this walking, human-shaped cooling machine by my side, I don't even need to turn on the air conditioner, saving on electricity bills.

The room fell silent.

Only the occasional soft tapping of a phone could be heard from Feng Jin's side.

Just as Shen Yuepo's consciousness began to become hazy and she drifted off to sleep.

Feng Jin, who had been focused on his phone, suddenly paused his fingertips on the screen.

His dark golden eyes had somehow left the screen and landed on Shen Yuepo's unsuspecting figure.

Her breathing was even; she seemed to have fallen asleep.

Her long, black hair was scattered on the white pillow, and the exposed part of her neck looked exceptionally white under the light.

Feng Jin's gaze lingered on the delicate skin on the back of her neck for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly.

Her sleeping face lost its usual aloofness and appeared exceptionally serene, even carrying a rare hint of vulnerability.

Thinking of Mingye, that insidious scoundrel, and the hidden mastermind behind him who had not yet been identified, Feng Jin's eyes darkened.

He raised his hand and silently swept it across the air.

Golden light flowed from his fingertips, and following the trajectory of his fingertips, a miniature talisman was quickly drawn an inch above Shen Yuepo's body.

A trace of his own divine consciousness was incorporated into the talisman.

The moment the talisman was formed, it silently disappeared into Chen Yuepo's body.

After doing all this, Feng Jin took one last look at Shen Yuepo's sleeping profile before putting down his phone.

With a wave of his hand, the entire room was plunged into darkness.

He lay down beside Shen Yuepo and slowly closed his eyes.

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, gently falling on Shen Yuepo's eyelids.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing you see is a magnified handsome face.

Feng Jin had turned to face her without her noticing.

In the morning light, that face resembled the most perfect sculpture of a deity, every line revealing the Creator's favor, flawless.

Shen Yuepo's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

She lay there quietly, motionless, gazing at the sleeping face so close to hers, a rare and absurd feeling flickering through her mind:

Of all evils, lust is the worst... The ancients were right.

Waking up in the morning to such a striking face, she was able to resist doing nothing.

This composure, this unwavering resolve...

Well, she felt that her repairs were quite solid.

Just as Shen Yuepo was silently giving herself a thumbs up, her tightly closed eyelids suddenly opened without warning.

Their eyes met.

The air seemed to freeze.

Feng Jin parted his thin lips slightly, his voice hoarse from just waking up, deep and magnetic, falling directly into Chen Yuepo's ears: "Have you seen enough?"

Shen Yuepo's eyes flashed, but there was no trace of embarrassment at being caught.

Instead, she met his gaze with unusual composure, even a hint of self-righteousness, and uttered two words: "No."

Feng Jin: "..."

His expression froze for a moment, which was unusual for him.

A hint of surprise flashed across those dark golden eyes.

It was probably the first time anyone had dared to flirt with him so openly.

He sat up abruptly, his back to Shen Yuepo, his broad shoulders and back taut.

Just when Shen Yuepo thought the old man was going to get out of bed with a cold face, he seemed to remember something and grabbed at the air with his right hand.

An ancient book appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The book cover has no text, only dark gold patterns flowing slowly.

Without turning his head, Feng Jin tossed the ancient book onto the pillow beside Shen Yuepo.

Shen Yuepo's gaze was instantly drawn to the ancient book.

She sat up, picked up the not-so-thick ancient book, and ran her fingertips over it, feeling a strange sensation.

She looked up at Feng Jin's back, which was still turned away from her, and her voice carried a rare hint of emotion: "What is this?"

Feng Jin's voice came through, tinged with a hint of nonchalance:

"A fragment of the 'True Explanation of the Netherworld Prison.' It contains a few gadgets that can probably counter Mingye's low-class tricks."

Shen Yuepo's pupils suddenly contracted.

The True Explanation of the Netherworld Prison!

Legend has it that the Great Emperor of Fengdu used this supreme secret manual to suppress all the ghosts of the underworld.

Even if it's just a fragment, it's an absolutely priceless treasure that would drive the entire Xuanmen (Taoist sect) mad. And he just casually tossed it to her like that?!

She looked up abruptly, instinctively about to ask the fundamental question of the transaction: "What do you want..."

She had barely begun to speak when Feng Jin seemed to have anticipated her reaction.

He turned around abruptly, and before Shen Yuepo could finish speaking, he gently touched her lips from a distance.

"ban!"

Shen Yuepo felt a powerful force instantly seal her lips.

She opened her mouth, but could no longer make a sound.

Shen Yuepo: "?!!"

For the first time in my life.

She was actually silenced!

Her usually cool and indifferent eyes were wide open in shock and absurdity, unlike anything she had ever seen before.

For the first time, disbelief was clearly written all over his face, which was usually expressionless.

Without thinking, she almost instinctively slapped Feng Jin's chest.

The meaning behind the actions couldn't be clearer: Untie me.

Feng Jin seemed to have anticipated her attack, neither dodging nor avoiding it, and even a smug smile appeared on his lips.

His deep, pleasant voice rang out clearly, answering Shen Yuepo's silent question:

"Let's seal your mouth shut first."

He leaned forward slightly, locking his gaze into Shen Yuepo's fiery eyes at close range, "so that you won't say anything I don't want to hear."