But I want to do spiritual practice with you.

At this time, Leng Can, whom they were talking about, was gnawing on a pig's trotter and facing the forced marriage from his Leng father and mother.

"I don't want to go. I'm not interested in getting married right now."

"Then it's okay to go out for a walk, just to make some friends." Leng's father said anxiously.

Ever since Leng Can came back, he has been staying at home almost all the time. Except for the first day when he was willing to talk to them, he stayed in his yard on the second day, fighting crickets and reading storybooks. He did nothing and never went out. He just ate, slept and played. His two younger brothers went to school during the day. Seeing him so idle, they showed envy. When they wanted to go play with him after school, they would be driven away for various reasons.

Leng's father and mother were both worried when they saw him. How come the boy who used to love running outside and having fun became so dull and untalkative after a few years after going to the fairy mountain? He didn't look like their child anymore.

"It's not good to be so bored all the time." Leng's father asked him, "Wait until tomorrow, you can choose not to meet him, just think of it as going out for a walk. Many of your childhood playmates now have dolls, so it would be nice to go and play with them..."

"I didn't have any playmates when I was little..." Leng Can stared at the storybook and answered perfunctorily, "I only played with Xiaomo when I was little. I thought other kids were ugly."

"Zi...you kid, that girl Cong doesn't like you, so what are you still holding back for?"

Leng Can got anxious and started to retort him, "What do you mean by liking or not liking? Xiao Mo and I are good friends, and we're not in the relationship you're talking about. What do you know? Dad, if you have nothing to do, don't disturb me while I'm reading. I have to read."

"You're still reading books, but what you read is useless!"

"It's useless, it's better than you being illiterate!"

Father Leng was so angry that his heart was beating fast. He didn't want to pay any attention to him, slammed the door and left.

Leng Can pulled the quilt over himself, tilted his head, and continued reading his storybook.

It was only when Leng's mother dragged Leng's father over and brought a plate of freshly stewed pork ribs and a plate of fruit that Leng Can's stomach growled with the delicious smell that he was willing to talk to them again.

"Mom, these ribs are so delicious. I really like to eat them." Leng Can chewed the meat in big mouthfuls with a smile on his face.

"If you like it, I'll make more for you." Leng's mother was much calmer than his father. "Don't take your father's harsh words to heart. He's just worried. You've been staying indoors all day since you came back. We're worried you'll get sick from being bored. If you don't tell us about any grievances you've suffered, we, as your parents, will be heartbroken."

"What I said just now was not nice." Leng Can wiped his mouth, "Dad, don't be angry, I didn't mean anything else."

How could Leng's father really be angry with him? "I see, we are reconciled now."

Seeing the two of them talking and laughing, Leng's mother also began to persuade them, "Can'er, you said you are already 23 this year, and it's time to get married. How old are you? Niu Er, the boy next door, is even younger than you and already has two children. It's enough for you to go to the fairy mountain with Cong girl."

Leng Can now disliked this topic very much. "I don't like the girl, but marrying her would be a waste of her, wouldn't it?"

"How do you know you don't like her when you haven't even met her?" The cold father took a grape and put it in his mouth. "Can'er! Dad knows you have feelings for Miss Cong, but you haven't been able to catch up with her after all this pursuit. If you can't catch up with her, you have to accept your fate and learn to let go. What's the point of her trying to cultivate... Ruthless Dao, just hearing this name means you can't get married and have children."

"I, I don't have that kind of intention towards Xiaomo." Leng's father was right, but it was precisely because he was right that he felt so uncomfortable. He knew there would be no result, but he still insisted on doing it until now. What was the point? He was confused for a moment. "If you keep talking nonsense like this, I will ignore you."

Father Leng and Mother Leng looked at each other, both trying hard not to laugh out loud.

"Haha... Come on, Can'er, we are telling the truth." Leng's father was watching the fun and continued to add fuel to the fire. "After all, everyone in the village knows that the boy from the Leng family follows Miss Cong around every day. Even if she ignores him, he still rushes to her. When she doesn't go to school, he doesn't go either. Every day he keeps nagging about Miss Cong. He even brought Miss Cong to our house in the middle of the night, saying that if we can't let her in, you have to break off relations with us too. We haven't even proposed marriage yet, but once we go out, the whole village will be teasing you and me, asking when we will marry Miss Cong. After all, your boy keeps a close eye on her, and she can't get through at all. Hahaha..."

"Stop talking now." Mother Leng rolled her eyes at Father Leng and patted Leng Can's arm to comfort him. "Don't listen to your father's nonsense. You weren't that exaggerated when you were a kid."

"Me?" Father Leng was still unconvinced, "I'm being understated."

"Stop talking." Mother Leng pretended to be angry and yelled, "Can'er, that was when you were little. Now you've grown up, and many things are different. You need to consider more and worry more. As the saying goes, people with different ideals cannot work together."

"You've inherited your father's infatuation. That's how he won over your mother when he was young." Father Leng flirted with Mother Leng. "But everyone has their own destiny. Your mother is right. We can't mess with other people's fates. Miss Cong has her own ambitions, and you have your own life, Can'er. You have to learn to let go."

The two of them were talking back and forth, making Leng Can feel overwhelmed. He hung his head dejectedly like an abandoned puppy, "See you, isn't it okay for me to see you?"

"But let me make it clear, if I don't like it, don't force me."

Only then did Leng's father and mother prepare to leave with satisfaction. "You don't need to wash it after eating. Leave it for the servants to pick up tomorrow."

He was the only one left in the room. Leng Can felt a heavy heart and looked out the window at the full moon. Tears welled up in his eyes instantly.

Xiaomo, do I really have to forget you and learn to let go?

But I don't want to.

He didn't know how long he had been leaning his head to look before he calmed down a little. He washed the oil stains on his hands and stuffed two grapes into his mouth. Leng Can changed his posture, but was still worried. The wind outside brought a hint of coolness, which rolled onto his face and made him shiver. Just as he was about to get up and close the window, he saw a figure in the middle of the moon, stepping on a sword. Looking closely, he saw that the figure was running towards him at a very fast speed.

"Oh my god..." He didn't have time to close the window, so he stepped back and fell to the ground.

It's the middle of the night, and he came down the mountain. Let's chase him and kill him!

A man rushed in headfirst, his sword scraping against the table, making a harsh sound. However, the man was small and thin, so he didn't break the window. The wind he brought with him blew out the candlelight in the room, and it was pitch black for a moment. Leng Can was so scared that he jumped up, his throat itching with nervousness. He groped in the dark and grabbed a stool, and was about to smash it at the figure who was about to stand up, "You broke into someone's window in the middle of the night, I've already come down the mountain, and you still want to attack me again? I'll beat you to death..."

"Xiaocan."

With a soft sigh, the stool in her hand was grabbed and put on the ground. Then, a warm body pressed against her, wrapped in fragrance, and slipped into her arms.

"Xiao, Xiaomo?" Leng Can had never thought that he would see Cong Mo again so soon. He held the body in his arms, not daring to use any strength for a moment, and his mind was still, "Are you okay?"

"Nothing." Cong Mo stood up with the help of his arms, then quickly fell down again and collapsed on him.

"You, you've been drinking?" Leng Can smelled the alcohol on her, mixed with a light fragrance. His throat tightened, and he didn't dare to let go. He helped her sit steadily on the stool, bent down to smell her neck, and was a little annoyed for a moment, even forgetting to ask why she came to see him. "There's a fruity and spicy aroma. Why did you drink? What's the point of drinking? Did your master allow you to drink? You dared to come down the mountain alone after drinking to find me? It's so far, what if something happens? It's very dangerous, do you know?"

"Yeah." Cong Mo nodded vigorously and burped. She didn't know if she understood what he said, nor did she know which question this "yes" was answering. She grabbed Leng Can's wrist and twisted her body, unwilling to sit on the stool. She leaned forward, most of her weight pressed on him. Leng Can sighed helplessly, hugged her waist with one hand, lifted her legs with the other, and carried her up. "You are so strong, but you are so light. Are you made of feathers?"

He put her on the couch, took off her shoes, brushed her hair away, and touched her slightly hot cheek. "Huh? You didn't answer me, so you drank it secretly."

"Master told me to drink it." Cong Mo seemed to be more awake. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her big eyes were very beautiful in the darkness. She raised her arms towards Leng Can and said, "Give me a hug."

"Is this... acting like a spoiled child?" Leng Can raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised to hear such words from Cong Mo. All the sadness from before seemed to disappear. He supported himself on the couch with one hand, held Cong Mo's hand with the other and placed it on his shoulder, slowly pressing his body down, "I want to hug you."

Cong Mo didn't think as much as he did. He exerted force with his hands, hooked his neck, and while he couldn't resist, kissed him on the lips.

At night, all senses become blurred, and the heat and wetness on the lips become even more tempting.

For a moment, the air was sticky and even breathing became ambiguous.

Leng Can was stunned for a moment, then pulled her arm away and stepped back, speaking nervously and incoherently, "Well, you're drunk, you can sleep here, I'll go out to sleep."

"I came to you for spiritual practice." Cong Mo half sat up and stared at him without blinking.

Leng Can swallowed his saliva and hit his lower back against the table. He had no way to retreat. Cong Mo's sticky voice was so cute that it seemed to want to kill him. "You remember everything. You don't need spiritual practice anymore."

"Really?" Cong Mo tilted his head, as if considering the truth of his words, "I do remember it."

"Yeah." Leng Can thought she had regained her sanity, so he took a few steps forward and pretended to be very kind. "You sleep here, I'll go out and sleep, or sleep on the floor."

Cong Mo, however, did not do as he expected. He kicked his legs and flew up, grabbed his wrist, pulled him onto the couch, turned over and pressed him under him, "But I want to practice spiritual cultivation with you."