Chapter 163 Things Allowed to Be Seen Based on Socialist Core Values

It took quite a while for the biting cold to subside.

The bathroom door was opened, and Feng Jin came out.

He changed into a dark-colored set of loungewear, his hair still a little damp, but his face had regained its usual coldness.

Upon closer inspection, a faint trace of red seemed to remain at the base of the ear.

As soon as he came out, he saw the marks on Shen Yuepo's chest where the water vapor had dampened his chest; these were the result of water droplets rolling off his body earlier.

“I’m sorry,” he said calmly, his gaze sweeping over her wet front, “I got your clothes wet.”

Shen Yuepo stared at him, her clear, cold eyes now seeming to be filled with ice, yet also burning with fire.

She didn't say a word, but glared at him fiercely before turning around and grabbing a clean change of clothes from the dressing room.

Then, bypassing him, she walked straight back into the bathroom, which was still slightly chilly, and slammed the door shut.

The force was so great that it fully expressed her dissatisfaction.

Feng Jin stood still and raised his hand to touch the high bridge of his nose.

He didn't know if Shen Yuepo had lost control in the bathroom just now, but he knew very well that he had.

The delusions that surged up in that instant were so intense that even he was alarmed, to the point that he had to forcefully suppress them with the chilling energy of the underworld.

He walked to the sofa by the window and sat down, his gaze falling on the ancient book that Chen Yuepo had just been looking at on the small table.

The cover features several powerful ancient seal characters: "The True Explanation of the Netherworld Prison".

This was something he had given to Shen Yuepo before.

Feng Jin picked it up casually and flipped through a few pages.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Shen Yuepo changed into a dry, light-colored loungewear set and came out, still carrying a refreshing scent of moisture.

The blush on her face had faded, replaced by a cold demeanor, but her gaze towards Feng Jin still held an icy edge.

Feng Jin raised his head when he heard the noise, his gaze falling on her exceptionally fair and clear face after her bath.

He waved the ancient book in his hand and asked in a natural tone:

"Finished learning?"

Shen Yuepo was taken aback by his nonchalant attitude and subconsciously responded with a "Mm".

But then she realized that she was actually planning to confront him.

Shen Yuepo stepped forward and snatched the book from his hand. "Feng Jin, you..."

However, she had only just begun to speak—

As soon as she took the book from the sofa, Feng Jin closed his eyes.

He leaned back into the sofa, his head tilted slightly back, revealing his perfectly sculpted jawline and Adam's apple.

He deliberately lowered his voice, interrupting her:

"Sinking Moon Soul, I have expended a great deal of my divine power..."

He paused, his eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath his eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly as he added, his tone matter-of-fact:

"I'm so tired."

The meaning couldn't be clearer: I'm very weak right now, so don't even think about settling scores with me later.

Shen Yuepo: "..."

She stood there, holding the book, and opened her mouth, but found that facing this "weak" yet self-righteous face, her questions were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

In the end, without saying a word, she turned around and walked to the other side of the bed, which was furthest from the sofa, and sat down heavily.

With his back to Feng Jin, he turned the pages of the book and stared intently at them, as if trying to pierce through them.

Feng Jin leaned back on the sofa, opened his eyes and looked at Shen Yuepo, who was sitting on the bed with his back to him.

That taut back, that forceful turning of the pages as if trying to pierce the paper—all of it felt...exceptionally vivid to him.

He curled the corners of his lips into a smile, stood up, and walked over to sit down beside her.

The soft mattress sank slightly.

Shen Yuepo paused in her flipping through the book, but did not look up.

"Are you really angry?" Feng Jin's voice was softer than usual, with a hint of probing and a hint of knowing the answer already.

Shen Yuepo slammed the book shut, turned to the side, and stared straight at him with her cold eyes.

She didn't say anything, but simply stretched out her hand to him, palm up, the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Feng Jin raised an eyebrow, looked at her fair palm, and without asking her what she wanted, very consciously took out his phone from the pocket of his pajamas and obediently placed it in her palm.

Shen Yuepo took the phone, the screen lit up, and a password was required.

She looked up at him again, her meaning clear.

Feng Jin remained expressionless and recited a string of numbers: "444444".

Shen Yuepo: "..."

This password really does suit his identity.

To see it is to die.

She typed without any expression.

Unlocked successfully.

With a clear goal in mind, Shen Yuepo directly clicked on the icon of a certain app and opened the search history.

Then, her expression froze.

On the screen, the search records were crystal clear:

How to make your lover infatuated?

[The Complete Guide to Kissing in the Bathroom (Latest Version)]

How to appease a girlfriend who is angry?

Top 10 Romantic Expressions That Women Enjoy

How can you make the person you like like you even more?

Shen Yuepo: "..."

She took a deep breath, then another.

I felt a surge of heat rising uncontrollably to the top of my head, and my cheeks started to burn again.

She practically gritted her teeth, forcefully tapping her finger on the phone screen to clear the entire search history with a single click.

Then, she quickly typed into the search box: things that the core socialist values ​​allow you to see.

The search results page redirects to a screen filled with pro-government propaganda articles and official interpretations.

Only then, with a stern face, did she shove the phone back into Feng Jin's hand and say, word by word:

"From now on, don't watch this nonsense! If you want to watch something, watch this!"

Feng Jin took the phone, glanced down at the words in the search box, then looked up at Shen Yuepo's pretty face, which was trying to appear serious, and the smile in his eyes was almost overflowing.

But he held firm, nodding very solemnly, as if he had received some important imperial decree: "Yes, sir. Look at this only."

Just when Shen Yuepo thought the matter was temporarily over, Feng Jin suddenly made a move that she had not expected.

He raised one hand and covered his eyes with his palm.

Then she fell backward, sinking into the soft bedding.

Shen Yuepo looked at him blankly, "What are you doing?"

Feng Jin chuckled lightly, "You said I can't look at random things, so I can't look at you either..."

Shen Yuepo: "???"

She was taken aback at first, then realized that this bastard was being shameless again.

"Fengjin!"

She called his name through gritted teeth and reached out to pry his hands off his eyes.

However, the moment her hand touched his wrist, he grabbed it with his own.

Feng Jin chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest, pleasant and magnetic.

With a sudden pull of his wrist, Shen Yuepo was caught off guard and lost her balance. She cried out in surprise and fell down, landing directly in his arms.

Feng Jin caught her and wrapped his other arm around her waist, holding her tightly.

He lowered his hand from his eyes, his dark golden eyes now only showing a triumphant smile.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, the warm touch lasting only briefly.

His voice also lowered, becoming serious: "Alright, I'll stop teasing you. Let's get down to business."

He paused, looking at the slightly widened eyes of the person in his arms, "Yun Jingyan has reconstructed his physical body. I need to sleep in the white jade bracelet for a period of time to restore my divine power."

The embarrassment and annoyance on Shen Yuepo's face vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of nervousness.

She ignored the previous sentence and suddenly looked up at Feng Jin: "Sleeping? Were you injured and didn't tell me?"

She recalled his earlier words about his paleness and depleted divine power, and her heart clenched.

Feng Jin looked at the undisguised worry in her eyes, and felt as if something had gently bumped into his heart.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips, his smile deepening, tinged with starlight: "Shen Yuepo."

He called her softly, his voice carrying an alluring tenderness, "You seem... to care about me more and more."

This time, Shen Yuepo was not distracted by him.

She pulled Feng Jin's hand away. "I'm talking to you about something important!"

Feng Jin chuckled softly, tightening his grip on her arms. "But what I'm saying now is the most important thing imaginable."