Chapter 168 Kiss "Silly little bird... I know, you are the most..."
Emerging from the water mirror felt like stepping into another world.
The ancient world gave them a grand dream. Many students emerged still seemingly in a dreamlike state, walking lightly and swiftly, not unlike those who were drunk. I overheard several students, perhaps quite fond of books, whispering that they would write down everything they had seen…
The group went to town for dinner together. After discussing it, they learned that when Lu Changqing and Wu Zhuyue were finishing up, Yun Zhixiao's zither music disrupted the connection of the communication talismans, making it impossible for them to hear the commands from their side.
Shen Lixia's eyebrows twitched as she listened, thinking: What's the difference between this and the signal jammers they used during their middle school exams?
It turns out that Senior Sister Yun is the Dean of Students, and she's in charge of students using their phones.
"I was so panicked at the time, I almost got ambushed. It was Xiao Wu who kept telling me to trust Senior Sister Shen and the others..."
Lu Changqing picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and placed it naturally into Wu Zhuyue's bowl, who was engrossed in eating rice. The latter didn't seem to have much of an appetite, but seeing Lu Changqing bring over the food, she ate it quietly, like a hamster.
The others' gazes flickered for a moment, then returned to normal.
The boy spoke with great enthusiasm: "Back then, the sword energy of that senior sister from the Wuji Sword Sect actually reached this far! I wonder who her opponent was, to be able to force out such a powerful sword move—"
Qiao Yanshen paused, his hand holding the pastries twitching slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. Lu Changqing, like any young man from a prestigious family, was exceptionally skilled in literary expression. He embellished phrases like "a fleeting white shadow" and "a sword severing a rainbow" to praise the person in question, before finally letting out a long sigh and placing his hand on Wu Zhuyue's shoulder beside him.
"We were quite nervous at the time... those two apprentices, whoever won, could have ended the battle in no time if they came at us. But, the senior sisters were indeed very reliable."
Shen Lixia smiled and nodded, then repeated Lu Changqing's words with great seriousness: "A fleeting white shadow, graceful as a swimming dragon, its sword intent awe-inspiring, its power like a surging wave..."
Her words suddenly stopped.
Someone gently nudged her ankle. It was like a warning, but in a group setting, it felt extremely subtle, almost like an ambiguous gesture barely concealed under the table. Fortunately, everyone's eyes were on the table, and no one bothered to crawl under it.
Shen Lixia wisely shut her mouth, wanting to retaliate, but felt Qiao Yanshen's knee turn slightly, his leg veering to the other side. She pursed her lips, her ears unconsciously turning red, feeling as if her heart had been lightly pinched, a tingling, warm sensation spreading through her.
Actually, I want to tell everyone.
A bird with an owner will chirp and flutter around the other person, as if it wants to announce to the world that it belongs to that person with its loud voice. She wanted that too. It seemed that once she could contact her senior sister, and let everyone know that she liked Qiao Yanshen, liked him so much that she would be moved to tears of happiness whenever she thought of it.
More importantly, my senior sister responded to me.
However, everything is too uncertain right now, and they have no intention of forming a contract for the time being. They will probably wait a while longer before considering how to make it public.
Before the pink bubbles of romance began to bloom around her, Shen Lixia snapped back to reality, afraid that she would appear clumsy again.
"Unfortunately, I was too busy dealing with that person from Taiyin Temple to pay attention."
Fortunately, Tang Huairou chimed in, "Speaking of which, this illusion was truly beneficial. I seem to have actually learned the medical skills of the divine beast Bai Ze clan... that's something from the Heavenly Spirit Realm."
Lin Yuxian had been silent since she came out, but she finally spoke when she heard her mention the battle in the water mirror: "Actually, I also learned a lot. I just heard someone say that they wanted to record all of this, and I want to try it too... The records about the ancient times have always been incomplete, and what I saw and heard this time is really valuable."
"Hmm, speaking of which, has Kunpeng gone to the Heavenly Spirit Realm now?" Lu Changqing pressed the tip of his chopsticks to his lips, pondering seriously. "Then I need to work harder! We promised to meet again..."
Wu Zhuyue didn't say what she had encountered. She just listened silently, but couldn't help but wonder: Did the Bi Yue birds finally get liberated? Are they still waiting for forgiveness on that desolate mountain?
For some reason, she always felt a very subtle connection between herself and the Moonbird. They had never met before, and she certainly hadn't received any inheritance from this ancient demon; it was merely a subtle resonance...
It was as if I had witnessed a similar fate.
So Wu Zhuyue couldn't speak. She had many things she couldn't bring herself to say, and even after deciding to move on from that night, she could no longer be completely honest. But none of that mattered; what mattered was the present... She had made amends, could hold her head high, and truly integrate herself into Emperor Taihui's life.
She can also properly accept Lu Changqing's feelings.
Wu Zhuyue patted her chest, wondering why she was so uneasy. But Lu Changqing's smile, flowing like water from his brows, carried the warmth of the sun and settled her turbulent emotions.
No need to think about it anymore.
She is not the same as Bi Yue Niao...
That night, the lights were soft, like misty water, casting long, elongated shadows.
The forest was silent, save for the occasional soft rustling of a startled bird leaving the treetops. The boys returned to their houses, smiles still on their faces as they left, their smiles reflecting the tranquil night.
On the way back, Shen Lixia took Qiao Yanshen's hand and chatted with her casually. Her mind was quick, and remembering that Qiao Yanshen hadn't come along, she slowly recounted the whole story of the great battle.
“There are some words on their clothes that I can’t understand, but I’ve noted the shapes. I’ll write them down for you when I get back.” Shen Lixia’s eyes darted around as she thought for a moment. “There are still many parts that the documents haven’t recorded. By the way, Ba has a very good personality, and she and Senior Sister will definitely get along well. Oh dear! If you two meet someday in the future, I’m sure I won’t be able to get a word in edgewise.”
As she spoke, she suddenly pursed her lips, her raised eyebrows drooped, and she looked unhappy.
Qiao Yanshen couldn't tell if she was just being coy or deliberately trying to amuse him, so he raised an eyebrow slightly, smiling but remaining silent. Seeing that she had finally relaxed, Shen Lixia felt a little relieved and exaggeratedly said:
"While you're discussing the documents, I'll be right there, busy embedding seeds in strawberries and punching holes in cookies..."
That's really busy.
An image comes to mind of a round little bird standing on the table, pecking at the cookies one bite at a time.
When she talks to herself now, she always seems to soften up a lot, and if she drags out the last syllable, it becomes overly sweet.
Shen Lixia didn't mind Qiao Yanshen's silence and continued speaking slowly to herself. Although she was the only one speaking, her words seemed tailored to Qiao Yanshen, allowing him to easily follow along if he wanted to. Her words were measured yet intriguing, making them pleasant to listen to.
She remembered that Qiao Yanshen loved books, ancient characters, and was quite interested in history; she knew that her senior also cared about the friends she had met along the way, and missed many, many other things...
Therefore, she will tell her everything in detail.
They gradually ran out of things to say and fell silent. The boy walked lightly, drawn by his cheerful mood. When he reached the steps, he hopped down, skipping down two or three steps at a time, or halfway down, he would leap like a rabbit, landing steadily. He would then turn around, smiling and looking at Qiao Yanshen with his hands behind his back, waiting for her to slowly walk down step by step.
The noise never stopped; there were only two people, yet it wasn't lonely at all. Fireflies danced by, like reflections of stars in the sky, drifting aimlessly. One of them happened to flit past Shen Lixia's eyes, brightening her already soft gaze.
My junior sister's heart and eyes are filled with her.
Suddenly, an impulse arose, flickering in my heart like a firefly.
Qiao Yanshen subtly dismissed the thought, sighing inwardly, feeling it was rather inappropriate. She stepped down the stairs, and Shen Lixia immediately took her hand—it seemed Shen Lixia always did this, no matter the time. If her emotions were like water, rising and falling unpredictably, the boy's joy was like a small boat, steadily supporting her at all times.
This sense of security came through their intertwined palms, making Qiao Yanshen clench his fists and hold Shen Lixia's hand tightly.
Perhaps it was because Luochuan was too cold, or perhaps the pain during her enlightenment was too intense, but although she hadn't experienced the great battle, her return felt like a lifetime had passed. But the moment she saw Shen Lixia, those previous pains no longer felt intense or overwhelming; they found an anchor and became insignificant.
Or rather, as long as she was by her side at that moment, it seemed that any problem would eventually be solved... Her junior sister always had a kind of calm and serene aura. She felt at ease because of this.
They walked back. By the time they reached the door, the night was deep, a pool of inky black water, the moonlight dazzling.
Qiao Yanshen had seen such a bright moon countless times before, but he felt that the one falling tonight was particularly beautiful.
The sound of the door opening lingered in her ears. The thought she had just suppressed resurfaced, and this time, even though she felt it was inappropriate, she couldn't suppress it; even her fingertips felt burning hot.
Shen Lixia pushed open the door, but after a long silence, she turned around quickly, not even having time to hide the worry on her face.
She could guess that Qiao Yanshen might have experienced something unpleasant in the illusion, so she always kept a watchful eye, afraid that when her senior sister shed tears, she wouldn't have time to hug her at her most vulnerable moment.
Unexpectedly, a slightly cold hand landed on her shoulder. Her back pressed against the wall, a cool breath brushing against her face. A beautiful face was suddenly very close, so close that if she could concentrate, she could count the fine eyelashes.
But she was destined to lose her composure. As her lips gently caressed hers, her wrist was gripped tightly and pressed against the wall. Qiao Yanshen didn't use force, but Shen Lixia had already received a commanding meaning through her fingertips—
Do not move.
She lowered her eyes, murmured softly, and turned her cheek slightly to let their lips press closer together. Their teeth parted, their tongues touched, and the soft, watery sound was subtle yet clear and continuous in their ears.
A warm breath fell, like holding a snowflake. A moment later, tears welled in Shen Lixia's eyes, mingling with the thin blush that quickly spread beneath, creating an exceptionally shimmering color. As their bodies intertwined, the other's movements, rising and falling from their pressed chests, were transmitted through their rapid heartbeats.
At this moment, the boy let out a whimpering sound, as if he couldn't breathe. Qiao Yanshen heard it and seemed somewhat reluctant, slowly separating himself from her a little. As their eyes met, Shen Lixia saw the pale moonlight reflected in her eyes, shimmering with tenderness under the moonlight.
At that moment, she felt intensely loved, her heart clenched, and before she could catch her breath, she couldn't help but move closer and kiss him.
The brief separation only led to a longer and deeper intimacy next time. Her tongue was gently sucked, as if teasing her, guided and provoked by Qiao Yanshen. Her breathing gradually became rapid again, and the familiar fragrance became a kind of anesthetic, slowly causing Shen Lixia's consciousness to dissipate.
It was as if an ocean current was surging in, pulling her up and down. The person in front of her was the only piece of driftwood, and she had to cling to him as she trembled.
Qiao Yanshen's voice was naturally gentle, and when he spoke too softly or too quickly, there would be a slight trailing tone, which sounded very pleasant. The kiss at this moment was so passionate that it made her breathe softly, gently stirring the most delicate strings of her heart.
The sensation emanating from the soft touch of the tongue was tingling and slightly itchy, not just lingering on the lips but flowing into the heart, quietly stirring a moist heat in deeper places.
He released her hand, and then his belt suddenly loosened.
The moment the slightly cold palm slipped inside the boy's clothes and touched him, he almost immediately felt the boy tremble slightly, and his burning waist and abdomen tighten.
As their lips parted, Qiao Yanshen chuckled softly, noticing that Shen Lixia seemed to be struggling even to stand up straight, and asked gently, "Are you alright?"
The perfectly timed flirtation in that sentence sent a blush creeping down Shen Lixia's neck. She nodded and whispered, "Mmm..."
But the next moment she reached out and wrapped her arms around Qiao Yanshen's neck, and said with a deliberately coquettish smile, "Senior sister, carry me inside." Although her legs had only been slightly weak from suffocation, they were now completely healed, and she wanted to feel more—more of—love from Qiao Yanshen.
"Okay." Qiao Yanshen's hand went through Shen Lixia's legs, and he hugged her in his arms, slowly walking into the house.
The boy's whole body was warm, and at this moment, because of his burning affection, he became as warm as a small ball of melting fire, pulsating with vigorous vitality.
After such a tender kiss, Shen Lixia seemed a little tired and leaned on Qiao Yanshen's shoulder, her soft hair brushing against her neck.
Her voice was slightly muffled; you had to listen carefully to catch a few words.
But after hearing it clearly, Qiao Yanshen smiled slightly.
She is saying...
"Why is it always my senior sister who initiates the kisses... I also want to kiss my senior sister many, many times."
Perhaps because they viewed kissing as a more direct expression of love, a strange competitive spirit arose within them. Shen Lixia pressed her ear against her neck and whispered earnestly, word by word, "Because I also like Senior Sister so much, definitely no less than Senior Sister likes me..."
"So, I also want you to know and feel it."
Shen Lixia had never really grasped the concept of intimacy between lovers. It seemed that simply gazing at Qiao Yanshen was enough to bring her happiness.
But at this moment, she clearly heard the voice in her heart.
—I want to touch it more.
It went beyond a kiss; it went a step further. As if love had overflowed, it uncontrollably turned into a torrential downpour, forming a tidal wave, wanting to completely submerge Qiao Yanshen.
There is no one I could like more than my senior sister.
He was gently kissed on the cheek again, and heard her smiling voice in his ear:
"Silly little bird... I know you like me the most."
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Author's Note: Silly Little Bird and Her Owner (Wait, isn't this going a bit too far?)
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