Chapter 117 (Chapter 117) - Seduction Fails, So She Switches to the Househusband Route...
The atmosphere isn't good!
The air grew thick, causing even the most slender, turtle-like emotions to take effect. Through Nezha's raised gaze, he could glimpse the shimmering light in the girl's eyes.
There was shock, fear, and shame...
Yes, there was no resistance or annoyance.
He relaxed, and vaguely realized something.
From the moment Nezha held her fingertip in his mouth, Pingyu felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, as if she had been electrocuted. The human mouth was warm and moist, with soft flesh even curling around her fingertip. Pingyu would bite her fingers when anxious, so she was very clear-headed...
It's against all reason and morality for a person not to be lustful...
Holy crap, this won't do.
She quickly closed her eyes and frantically recited the Pure Land Sutra in her mind:
They were so easily seduced by beauty... Where is their moral compass?! And where is the rating system for this content?!
Lin Pingyu, what are you thinking about?!
Pingyu's face flushed even redder, wisps of smoke rising from his hair. A dreadful accusation roared from the depths of his heart:
You big yellow girl, shut up!
After mentally cursing herself several times, she barely managed to calm herself down and asked, "What...what do you want!"
"Property."
As he spoke, Nezha loosened his mouth slightly, pulling out a few strands of lotus root.
Pingyu stammered, "If you want a title, then why did you bite me...!"
The way he bit was so suggestive, so alluring. Golden Light Cave isn't the Joyous Union Sect, so where did this person learn all this?
Nezha sneered: "You're allowed to bite me, but I'm not allowed to bite you?"
Ping Yu hesitated, his voice growing softer and softer: "Then...then you're prepared to keep biting..."
"Hmm?" The boy asked, puzzled, cupping her cheeks in his hands. "What else? What do you want?"
oh……
Nezha is described as simple-minded, and he certainly seems to have no ulterior motives. Thinking about it, from the Li residence to the Golden Light Cave and now to the Xiqi camp, his contact with women has been extremely limited. Besides, cultivators emphasize purity of mind and desire; who would talk to him about such messy, lewd matters?
This isn't some modern, smelly gathering place for teenage boys!
The pink peach blossoms that had drifted around were all petrified and crashed to the ground.
Pingyu fell silent.
So she was the only one who thought of the color.
So annoying!
She glared at Nezha: It's all your fault!
Nezha received a sharp glare, but a smile played on his lips. The young man, his feigned ignorance masterful, pressed Pingyu, "Will you give it to me or not?"
"...I've already said it, this isn't good."
Pingyu looked him in the eye and said, "No matter how much you scold me or yell at me, I will still leave..."
“I have never done that, and I will never do that,” Nezha suddenly became agitated, and his gesture of cupping his face turned into pinching: “You said you don’t like to argue, and I will listen to you in everything.”
Ping Yu said earnestly, "But I want to go home."
"Isn't this your home?" Nezha retorted. "You've lived here for fifteen years. Don't you have anything to miss?"
Pingyu was speechless.
Just then, shouts came from outside the tent.
The soldiers were laughing, and occasionally the voices of a few junior officers could be heard. Nezha's tent was set up in the officers' quarters, and several vanguard officers were approaching. Both men paused, and Pingyu remembered that Lu Ya's battle against Zhao Gongming today hadn't been a case of fleeing before the fight. He had first tested Zhao Gongming's strength before presenting Jiang Ziya with the poisonous curse, the "Seven Arrows of Nailhead." Zhao Gongming's spirit was nailed to a straw effigy by Lu Ya; if he were to die every three days for twenty-one weeks, Zhao Gongming would die. With Zhao Gongming's death imminent, Jiang Ziya was naturally overjoyed.
Pingyu pricked up his ears to listen, as if there was a banquet to be held today.
The girl covered his mouth and said urgently, "Quick, hide me!"
Nezha: ?
He looked out of the camp and understood Pingyu's meaning.
Huang Tianhua and the others came into the tent. Ping Yu didn't want to be discovered to be with him.
The Hun Tian Ling suddenly loosened its grip, and Nezha pried her hand off, laughing angrily: "Am I really that unpresentable?"
"You don't understand!" Pingyu pushed his shoulder: "Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Unlike the opulent splendor of the Li residence, Nezha's tent was simply furnished. Aside from a few essential household items, there was almost nothing else. Hearing the approaching footsteps, Pingyu suddenly felt himself lifted into the air in his haste.
Nezha tossed her up, and Pingyu landed lightly on the bed. He rolled up the bedding and rushed at her, saying, "Don't make a sound."
Nezha propped one leg up on the couch, with the neatly rolled-up mattress and Pingyu hidden behind him.
The movements were fluid and perfectly timed.
Just as Nezha cupped his face in his hands, Huang Tianhua burst into the tent: "Nezha!"
Nezha chuckled: "You can drink alcohol?"
Huang Tianhua paid homage at the foot of Ziyang Cave on Qingfeng Mountain. The Pure Void Moral True Lord warned him not to forget his roots and break the precepts after descending to the mortal realm. Huang Tianhua, with the heart of a child, ate meat on his very first day down the mountain, resulting in a tragic death at the hands of others. Now he had a second life. Hearing Nezha say this, Huang Tianhua also put on a bitter face: "No, but I still want to join in the fun! Lei Zhenzi and the others are waiting for you outside; everyone says they want you to come along."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The boy sniffed like a dog, sensing the scent of another person in the air. The immortal, with keen senses, instantly focused his gaze on what was behind Nezha.
There, a person is hiding.
Nezha scoffed inwardly. How could ordinary bedding possibly fool an immortal's discerning eyes? The two were merely standing inside the tent, and could still claim to be aboveboard. He thought Ping Yu was just burying his head in the sand, only making things worse.
Nezha looked around and left an opening in the blanket for air, but the oxygen became increasingly scarce. This blanket was one that Nezha usually slept under, its boyish scent permeating everything around him, almost completely soaking him in. Pingyu, her head spinning, listened to their conversation and a ridiculous thought occurred to her:
This looks like they're having an affair.
It's like the feeling of frantically hiding in a closet when your secret relationship is about to be discovered.
Huang Tianhua realized he had discovered a shocking secret and immediately looked at Nezha in a panic.
His friend gave him a half-smile and gestured for him to leave: "I'll be there in a bit."
"good...!"
Huang Tianhua didn't dare linger for even a second, fearing he would be silenced.
After the person left, Nezha lifted a corner of the blanket. He chuckled and said, "They're gone, come out now."
Pingyu's face turned bright red, and his hair became disheveled.
She asked, "Have I been discovered?"
Nezha lied to her: "No."
Pingyu felt relieved and slipped out. Huang Tianhua had said there was a banquet, and since everyone was waiting for Nezha, they shouldn't linger in the tent. She tugged at the lotus petal on Nezha's shawl and said, "Let's go, okay?"
It sounds like they don't want to continue with the preface.
The bedding was stuffy and hot, and the thin layer of sweat clinging to the girl's forehead made her look quite pitiful.
Nezha couldn't stand it anymore, so he pressed her down and made her sit properly: "We'll go later."
"Huh!"
Pingyu became more vigilant, fearing that Nezha would attack her again. Facing the mirror on the bed, Pingyu watched the boy take a wooden comb from his leopard-skin bag.
Nezha removed Pingyu's hairpin, and her loose hair fell down instantly. Her long black hair was spread out on the bed, and Pingyu subconsciously tried to stand up. Nezha pressed her down: "Don't move, it will hurt if you pull it."
Pingyu could only sit down uneasily.
The comb teeth moved through the hair, again and again.
The handsome young man in the mirror was carefully and attentively combing her messy hair.
For no apparent reason, Pingyu thought of the ancient Chinese saying about couples who "bind their hair and stay together until they grow old." A wooden comb also symbolizes a promise of love: "One comb for youthful black hair, two combs for a lifetime of happiness." She touched her heart; perhaps because she had just come out of bed, it was beating rather fast. She felt uneasy; it was as if a butterfly had flown into her heart and stomach, causing them to flutter wildly.
Ping Yu started a conversation haphazardly, asking, "Do you know how to tie a hair bun?"
Nezha replied, "I combed my own hair into a topknot."
The boy deftly tied a flower bud for Pingyu, not only inserting her original hairpin but also taking out many ornaments from her leopard-skin bag. While ordinary immortals' bags are filled with elixirs and magical implements, Nezha used it as a makeup and hair care box.
The girl's eyes were so bright, and her thirst for knowledge was impossible to ignore.
“I think you’re the one made of lotus root,” Nezha blurted out out of nowhere.
Pingyu realized: Was this person calling me a blockhead?
Nezha said, "I asked Lady Yin how to style a woman's hair and makeup."
"What about the hairpin?"
Nezha remained silent and inserted the last peach blossom hairpin into it.
The black hair was exceptionally obedient in his hands. Nezha, following his maximalist aesthetic, styled Pingyu's hair into an intricate little bun.
In recent years, she had looked disheveled and was no longer the wealthy young lady who used to use milk and flower petals to nourish her skin. But no one dislikes being beautiful, so Pingyu put the unanswered question to the back of her mind and happily admired herself in the mirror. Nezha stood aside, watching her fuss with a smile, then casually grabbed her by the shoulder, lifted her up, and pushed her out of the tent.
"Remember to go straight." The boy pointed in the direction for her: "The banquet is set up over there, don't get lost again."
Nezha's words implied that he did not want to travel with her.
Although Pingyu said she didn't want anyone to find out she was with Nezha, she was reluctant to let him leave her alone. The boy had just turned around when her finger was grabbed. Pingyu's gaze was unfocused as she awkwardly asked, "Where are you going? Aren't you coming with me?"
She added, "I don't know any of them, I'm not familiar with them..."
For the past three years, Pingyu had been living a life-or-death struggle in the mountains. Her social circle was pitifully small; apart from Nezha and her master, she seemed to know no one else. She was an atypical person; when exorcising demons, she could chat and laugh with both demons and humans. But when it came to entertainment, if no one was with her, she would feel restless and even find it difficult to speak to people she could normally talk to. The girl looked at him pitifully; she couldn't do without Nezha either. Nezha, being stared at by her wet eyes, felt as if he had been tickled by a small animal's tail.
Nezha had no choice but to sigh deeply: "I'm going to the kitchen, are you going too?"
She won't give me a formal title, and she's so clingy... Sigh!
"The vanguard officer isn't a cook, what's he doing in the kitchen?" Ping Yu's eyes darted around, then he pulled Nezha away with a serious expression: "Nezha, even if you're hungry, you can't steal food...!"
Nezha only knows how to kill people, he can't be someone who washes hands and cooks for others, can he?
Nezha had no idea what Pingyu was thinking all day long. He poked Pingyu's forehead speechlessly and said, "I've already stopped eating grains. I can eat or not eat."
"I'll cook for you."
ah?
Pingyu blinked and looked around, but there was no one to his left or right.
She pointed at herself, incredulous: "Me!?"
They say the way to a person's heart is through their stomach. Perhaps Nezha, after failing to seduce her, is considering switching to being a cook?
In an instant, the names of many colorless, odorless, mysterious little potions from romance novels flashed through my mind.
Considering Nezha's previous subtle actions regarding color, Ping Yu's face turned pale instantly.
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