Chapter 63 Chapter 63 The Beauty of Weakness and Destruction
After leaving Xuan Min's room, Ling Fuying returned to his room still feeling hot.
Suddenly everything became clear.
She lay down on the bed, her little face almost wrinkled.
No wonder these dreams were so real, so real that she felt as if she was face to face with Xuan Min.
Before, she had been immersed in it using dreams as an excuse. After all, only she knew about the dream, Xuan Min was unaware of it. She had no burden, and Ye became more and more unrestrained, sometimes even reminiscing about the taste of the dream.
But now tell her that she and Xuan Min fell into the dream at the same time.
Ling Fuying covered her face, feeling overwhelmed with shame.
Xuan Min must have discovered it now, and she no longer dared to imagine what she looked like in his heart.
Thinking back to her extremely bold actions in the dream, how is this different from being watched throughout her happiness?
No, there is a difference, and it's even more embarrassing because she also seduced the monk.
Trampling him with your feet and seducing him are common occurrences in dreams.
Although she couldn't actually control herself in the dream, she enjoyed it later on. Who knows!
The so-called honest words and honest actions.
Ling Fuying no longer dared to recall the past. Whenever she did, she would dig her toes into the ground in embarrassment and wish she could jump off the flying boat and never see him again.
As it turned out, choosing to travel with him was an extremely wrong decision, and Fu Ying regretted it deeply.
But he was a proper monk? A monk who didn't like women.
And she was like a witch.
Ling Fuying's image has been completely ruined.
Ever since this matter was confirmed, Ling Fuying has avoided Xuan Min, and whenever she meets him, she finds an excuse to hurriedly return to her room.
Avoid any eye contact with him.
This was beyond her imagination.
In order to avoid meeting Xuan Min, she even started to stay indoors.
One day, Yufeng knocked on her door.
"Miss Ling, our young master wants to ask if you want to come out for tea?"
Ling Zhouci?
"You guys drink it, I won't drink it."
Yufeng hesitated and sighed in his heart. With the young master's body and awkward personality, it would be a long and difficult road for him to win over Yuchi Xianyue if he wanted to win her over.
He can only try harder.
What if the young master is happy, his health will get better?
The young master laughed more in the past two days than in the previous twenty years.
"My dear, the young master has specially brewed the finest Biluo Spirit Tea. Now all we need is you. The scenery today is magnificent, and it's rare for a Sky Bow to appear. How can we miss such a beautiful sight?"
After staying in the room for too long, he felt dizzy and wanted to go out for some fresh air.
After much thought, he asked, "Is Master Xuan Min here?"
Yufeng didn't know what she meant, but still said, "Master Xuanmin is not here."
It's good that you're not here.
Ling Fuying went out. Although the flying boat was luxurious, it was not a house after all, and the bedroom was relatively small. As soon as Ling Fuying walked onto the deck, the soft sunlight fell and the breeze blew on her face, and she felt a little better.
Looking closely, Xuan Min was indeed not there, only Ling Zhouci was there.
This was a perfect opportunity for the two of them to be alone together, so Yufeng would naturally not be so tactful as to invite Xuan Min.
Yufeng hid his achievements and fame and quietly withdrew.
Ling Fuying saw the sky bow that spanned most of the sky. This was the first time she had seen it so closely, as if she could touch it. The sea of clouds, the sky bow, and the sunlight, the entire sky was shrouded in a gorgeous and dreamy halo.
She turned her gaze and saw Ling Zhouci sitting in a wheelchair. The height of the table was just right. In front of him was a set of tea sets, and the lingering aroma of tea filled the air with the wind.
Sitting down at the table, Ling Zhouci poured her a cup of tea and gently placed it in front of her. The sound of the bottom of the porcelain cup hitting the table made a crisp and pleasant sound.
"Miss Ling, please try it." Ling Zhouci took a sip of tea. The hot steam of the tea made his pale face a little redder, adding some color to it.
"Why haven't you gone out these days?"
In order to avoid Xuan Min's attack, Fu Ying's expression stiffened slightly. "Just practicing."
"Miss Ling is really hardworking."
This sounded strange to Ling Fuying, but she didn't say much. "I am indeed diligent. I'm curious, is the young master also practicing?"
Ling Zhouci clenched his hands holding the teacup, and he did not answer for a moment.
What does Ling Fuying mean by this?
"Practice occasionally."
Ling Zhouci's body training does not have much combat power. It can only be said that the spiritual power in the body can nourish the body a little. If he were an ordinary person without training, he would probably have to stay in bed for a long time.
As the two were talking, Ling Zhouci looked behind Ling Fuying. She had a premonition, her heartstrings tensed, and sweat oozed from her clenched palms.
My heart was in my throat, but I heard Ling Zhouci say, "Master, please come here quickly."
You really can't rely on luck, and you still meet Xuan Min.
Fu Ying felt very uneasy. The sound of light footsteps came from behind her, getting closer and closer, and her nerves became more tense.
After Xuan Min sat down, she hardly raised her eyes the whole time, just drinking tea quietly.
Obviously Ling Zhouci also noticed her abnormality, but had no idea why she was like that.
Xuan Min sat down for only a moment before Ling Fuying made an excuse to leave.
In order to appear more natural, she stayed as long as possible before leaving. "We've almost finished our tea. You two can chat slowly. I'll go back to practice."
Ling Fuying turned around and could still feel the gaze behind her. She was so embarrassed that her scalp tingled and her whole body felt hot.
She was afraid that she would not be able to see Xuan Min in the short term.
Of course, this matter had nothing to do with him, and it wasn't his fault. It was simply something she couldn't bear.
If the scale of her erotic dream was a little more normal, she wouldn't be like this.
She would only dare to look at those pictures and poses in her bed late at night when no one was around.
Xuan Min watched her go away.
He also returned to his bedroom, but his mind was unstable. Not long after he calmed down, he opened his eyes. His usually compassionate eyes were covered with a layer of mist, making people afraid to look into his eyes.
A few more days passed like this, and as they were about to arrive at Daluo Continent, Xuan Min and Ling Fuying still had no communication at all. He took out the communication stone, looked at it for a while, and then put it back.
On the sixth day, Xuan Min finally got up. He stood at Ling Fuying's door and finally knocked on her door after a long time.
"donor."
Ling Fuying opened her eyes immediately upon hearing his voice, her heart in a state of panic, "Master, is there something wrong?"
Xuan Min was silent for a moment before he said, "You need to have one last check on the foul energy in your body."
It had not been completely eliminated yet, which made Fu Ying very reluctant to go out and face Xuan Min. But this was related to her own body after all, and she couldn't never see him again.
Being too cautious will only make things more awkward.
So Ling Fuying opened the door calmly and said, "Master, please come in."
Xuan Min looked at her, but she looked away and turned into the house.
That dream may have put a great burden on her, and now she must hate him.
Xuan Min suppressed the depression that had risen and accumulated in his heart without knowing when, closed the door, and sat down opposite Ling Fuying.
"Master, please check it." Ling Fuying handed him his wrist, hoping to finish the job quickly so they could leave earlier.
Xuan Min then placed his hand on her wrist and carried out the final cleaning to ensure that nothing was missed.
There were only a few very tiny strands, and it wouldn't take much time, but he still checked them carefully, unwilling to move his hand away.
"Master, are you not feeling well yet?" Ling Fuying felt very uncomfortable.
Xuan Min came back to his senses, his gaze moving from her delicate wrist to her eyes, "Okay."
Her wrist slipped from his grasp, the warmth dissipating.
"Thank you, Master. I'm sorry for troubling you during this time."
Ling Fuying was in a difficult position to ask people to leave, so he could only wait anxiously for Xuan Min to bring it up.
But his tall body sat as steady as a clock.
A silent atmosphere prevailed, and Xuan Min took the initiative to speak: "Donor, could you please tell me about what happened before you left the house?"
In fact, these are things that he shouldn't ask given his status. He didn't know what topic to talk about, but he also wanted to say a few more words to her.
But she looked embarrassed.
Ling Fuying used a little trick to make Yuchi Xianyue let down his guard against her, and even had spiritual communication with him to plant the soul-attaching insect, and then lured Chen Fuxue to kill Yuchi Xianyue. Such a bloody story is going to be told to Xuan Min?
He dared to listen, but she didn't dare to speak.
"Master, my previous days were spent practicing, sleeping, and wandering around to kill time. There's nothing worth talking about."
He didn't really want to inquire about her past life or pry into her privacy, he just wanted to spend some time with her. But she obviously didn't want to talk to him much.
Ling Fuying met his gaze and heard a slight collision sound again.
Looking down, Xuan Min's big hands, which had a strong sense of meridians, were twisting the Buddhist beads. The muscles of his wrist, which was half exposed under his dark gray monk's robe, were slightly twitching with his movements.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of his Adam's apple above his tightly-sewn collar. His Adam's apple was very large and prominent, his nose was high, and his face was deep, but his eyes were always like a pool of water, bottomless and full of compassion.
The monk just sitting there quietly is very tempting.
Ling Fuying hastily looked away, "Master, it's getting late, you should go back and rest early."
She was sending him away, though she was being polite.
Xuan Min lowered his eyes, "Then I will leave first."
He ordered Fu Ying to send Xuan Min away and breathed a sigh of relief.
But she couldn't sleep much tonight. After tossing and turning, she finally fell asleep, but she dreamed of Xuan Min again. She hurriedly opened her eyes.
Haven’t they all been eliminated?
But thinking back carefully, the dream was unreal and she could move independently.
So, even without that foul air, she also dreamed of Xuan Min's body?
Ling Fuying was restless. It was late at night and everyone was asleep. She wanted to go out for some fresh air so that she wouldn't run into Xuan Min.
After enjoying the breeze and gazing at the night sky on the deck for a while, she was about to return to her room. When she passed by Ling Zhouci's room, she heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, which was extremely dull, followed by a suppressed low moan.
There was no movement for a long time.
Ling Fuying stayed outside the door for a moment. His breathing became heavier and accompanied by groans, as if he was in pain.
She thought for a moment and asked softly, "Young Master, is that you?"
After asking, the room was quiet for a second. Although the people in the room tried to stop breathing, the muffled sound could still be heard due to the pain and physical weakness.
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Half an hour ago, Ling Zhouci asked Yufeng to leave.
He stood up with the help of the wheelchair. Recently, he has been able to walk for a short time, but not for long. He still needs a wheelchair when he goes out. Only when there is no one in the house can he put aside his pride and do this exercise which he thinks will expose his vulnerability and is not decent.
He did not use a cane, preferring to use a wheelchair rather than have others see him limping.
He walked slowly around the room holding on to the wall. He was weak all over and was out of breath after only taking a dozen steps. His legs and feet were paralyzed as if they were out of control. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his snow-white cheeks, which had rarely seen the sun, and dripped down his chin to his collar.
Soon, his moon-white gown was soaked with sweat.
His cheeks were pale and his weak body fell down. His eyelashes trembled and he lay on the ground gasping for breath.
Because he was extremely tired, a blush appeared on his pale face, but it quickly faded.
But when Xuan Min's strong body appeared in his mind, he could occasionally feel Ling Fuying's gaze lingering on Xuan Min's body, and he was inadvertently attracted by his amazement.
Many women like men with this physique.
After a short rest, he tried to walk again, but soon he collapsed again and had to grab onto the table to avoid falling.
But no matter how much he trained, he was destined to never have that kind of physique, and he knew it very well.
Ling Zhouci frowned slightly, and the gloomy look on his face became more intense.
He simply let go of his hand, but his body swayed and he fell to the ground, hitting his forehead hard on the corner of the table.
Bright red blood flowed from his snow-white forehead, and the sharp pain made his head buzz. He lay on the ground panting, reached out to touch his wound, but half of his face was covered with blood.
The gold-woven carpet on the ground was also soaked with blood. His head felt a little dizzy and his consciousness gradually faded away.
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A familiar voice calling gradually came to his ears. Ling Zhouci slowly opened his eyes, only to see Ling Fuying's looming and swaying figure.
For a moment, he thought he was dreaming.
He reached out, grabbed her wrist, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Ling Fuying watched him grab her hand and struggled hard to break free. She was really confused. She was about to ask Yufeng to come over, but Ling Zhouci opened his eyes again and looked at her steadily.
Looking at him who was bleeding non-stop, Ling Fuying reached out to cover his wound to stop the bleeding. "It's good that you're awake. Cover it yourself. I'll let Yufeng come over."
The pain gradually awakened Ling Zhouci's consciousness, and he remembered how he got into this state. Seeing that Ling Fuying had discovered his embarrassment, his already pale face turned shockingly pale, making Ling Fuying very worried that he would die in the next second.
But please don't do that. If Ling Zhouci died at this moment, wouldn't she be wrongly accused?
"Don't yell Yufeng, I'm fine."
He doesn't look like he's fine at all. If no one notices, he'll probably bleed to death.
How could Yufeng have imagined that the young master would secretly exercise in the middle of the night? He had clearly refused to get up from his wheelchair to practice before.
"Are you really okay?" Ling Fuying smelled a strong smell of blood.
At this time, the blood in his wound began to coagulate and stopped flowing out, which made Fu Ying breathe a sigh of relief.
Although she didn't feel sad about Ling Zhouci's death, she still felt nervous when she saw such a scene with her own eyes.
Ling Fuying took out the almost ineffective medicine powder and sprinkled it on his wound, but accidentally shook it too much and it sprinkled into his eyes.
Ling Zhouci closed his eyes tightly, but it was too late. He gritted his teeth in pain, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of Ling Fuying.
"I'm sorry." Ling Fuying apologized in a fake manner.
Ling Zhouci didn't say much. She waited for the pain to subside on its own. She opened her eyes again after her eyes adjusted to the pain. However, after being stimulated by the powder, her eyes were filled with tears, her eyelashes were wet with tears, and her eyes were a little red.
He was already bleeding from his forehead, and his moon-white robe was stained red with blood. At this moment, he looked like a frail beauty, stunningly beautiful.
I want to see him cry and vomit blood.
This made Fu Ying realize that he was a little perverted.
"Can you get up?" Ling Fuying looked at Ling Zhouci lying on the ground and was in a dilemma.
It doesn't look like he can get up, but Ling Zhouci doesn't let anyone come over, and no one knows what he is insisting on.
He struggled several times and said weakly, "Please help me."
Ling Fuying then helped him up carefully, fearing that if she touched anything on him, it would be her fault.
Fortunately, Ling Zhouci was weak and sickly, and his body was thin, so he was not too heavy. However, although he was thin, he was not short, and he was very tall. However, compared with Shen Fuxue and Yuchi Xianyue, he was about half a head shorter. No matter how thin he was, his weight and height were still there, so Fu Ying had to use some spiritual power to help him to the bed.
"You're covered in blood." Ling Fuying glanced at him and said, "Let Yufeng come over."
Cleaning can only provide basic cleaning, so the blood stains cannot be completely removed.
But he still didn't want to.
"You...can you help me?" Ling Zhouci didn't expect that he would say this. Even though he was very conflicted, he still didn't say forget it.
He kept staring at Ling Fuying, waiting for her answer.
Ling Fuying looked at him hesitantly. She had never taken care of a patient before, and this person was Ling Zhouci, who was as fragile as porcelain.
If I could give her some luck, I could give it a try.
I had planned to gain luck points from Ling Zhouci a long time ago, but I never found the opportunity. This time is obviously a good opportunity.
Giving him any fruit he doesn't eat can increase his luck value. She has saved him now, so she should at least increase it.
Getting rid of Yuchi Xianyue cost her 2,600 luck points at once. Although it would not bring her back to the starting point overnight, she still wanted to increase it urgently. After all, the more she had, the safer she would feel.
"Okay, I'll try." Ling Fuying looked at Ling Zhouci who was lying on the bed. She took a wet handkerchief and wiped the blood from his forehead and cheeks with gentle force.
His pale lips were stained with blood at some point.
The moment the cold handkerchief touched his skin, Ling Zhouci's nerves tensed up, causing his sleeve to slide down to his forearm when Fu Ying raised his hand. The fragrance of her body temperature that spread from the cuffs made him dizzy and he bit his lips.
"Open your mouth." Ling Fuying wiped his lips, but couldn't reach the blood on the inside.
Ling Zhouci was stunned, and then her whole body felt hot. When she met his gaze, Fu Ying realized the ambiguity in her words. Her ears felt slightly hot, but at this time Ling Zhouci opened her lips.
The wet wipes she held slid into his mouth, and her fingers inadvertently touched his warm mouth.
It's a soft touch.
Ling Fuying stared at his slightly open lips and could see the tip of his pink tongue.
She came back to her senses and dismissed her messy thoughts.
But the inadvertent glimpse of his trembling eyelashes and moist eyes made Fu Ying's fingers pause slightly. Ling Zhouci's expression...it was obvious that she was just wiping him.
Now I haven't even wiped my body, just my cheeks.
She glanced at Ling Zhouci's already disheveled, blood-stained collar, "Do you want to change clothes?"
Ling Zhouci, who was unconscious due to a brain injury, met Ling Fuying's gaze and had no idea what she was saying.
He must have been hit silly. Wouldn’t he have forgotten everything by the time she cleaned up for him?
But suddenly, she heard the system report that her luck value had increased by 100 points!
If Lingzhouci does not make a sound, it will be a surprise when it does.
It seems that he is not completely confused yet.
His long gown was covered in blood, so Ling Fuying leaned over to take off his gown. Her fingertips inadvertently brushed across his chest, and the soft and warm touch spread. Ling Zhouci's thin back tensed, and he clenched his palms tightly as his whole body felt numb.
Ling Fuying was startled, "You, what's wrong with you?"
Ling Zhouci was unable to answer her, and suppressed gasps escaped from his mouth.
"Did I hurt you?" Ling Fuying stiffened a little.
But her movements weren't too harsh.
Tears glistened in Ling Zhouci's eyes, and he said in a daze, "I'm fine."
"Otherwise, I'll let Yufeng change it for you."
She had seen the bodies of Chen Fuxue and Xuan Min, and had also seen and touched Yuchi Xianyue's half-covered chest, so she had no distracting thoughts when looking at Ling Zhouci's unattractive body, and didn't feel anything about taking off his clothes. She was purely calm and focused on taking care of the patient.
But Ling Zhouci's... this tearful expression and limp body that looked like she had been bullied made her have some strange thoughts.
"Then I'll continue."
Ling Zhouci's eyes were slightly open, as if he was not quite awake. In the dim light, he looked at Ling Fuying in a trance.
When she stretched out her hand, Ling Zhouci held her wrist with shaking arms, "Wait... wait."
"What happened again?"
Ling Zhouci met Ling Fuying's clear gaze, turned her head to look out the window, and said in a trembling voice, "Go on."
She stripped off his clothes in one go, but found that Ling Zhouci had his eyes closed, as if he was resisting in humiliation.
The weather had already turned cold by then. As soon as he took off his clothes, he felt the chill and shivered unconsciously, trying his best to suppress the feeling.
Ling Fuying looked away, and she suddenly remembered that there was no change of clothes for him.
I walked around the house but didn't see it.
Ling Fuying's footsteps faded away, and she did not take any further action. Ling Zhouci, who was waiting nervously, came to her senses and thought she had left.
He hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover his body, and was about to stand up when he found Ling Fuying coming back again, "Young Master, do you have any clothes to change into?" There seemed to be none in the room.
Ling Zhouci took out a piece from the mustard seed bag and handed it to Ling Fuying, but when she pulled open the quilt to change him, Ling Zhouci grabbed the quilt tightly and refused to let go.
"That's it." Ling Fuying put the clothes aside.
Although her upper body was naked, it could not be seen because it was covered by the quilt.
Hearing her say this, Ling Zhouci was a little disappointed, but he did not have the courage to lift the quilt and expose his body.
As if waiting for her favor.
Although Ling Fuying tried not to look at Ling Zhouci's body, he still noticed the light pink. His waist was extremely thin, revealing his graceful curves.
In fact, his body is not as skinny as some sick people, but a little slender, but with a kind of non-aggressive beauty, a weak beauty that makes people want to destroy it.
Ling Fuying spat on herself and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Ling Zhouci's wrist. He looked at her with moist, misty eyes. Her long hair fell to her shoulders, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she was stunningly beautiful.
A thought vaguely emerged in my mind that the injured Ling Zhouci was much more well-behaved than Ling Zhouci during the day.
She thought she could easily break free from him, but at this moment he held her hand very tightly, forcing Fu Ying to exert force to pull her hand free.
"Young Master, if you are alright, I will leave first."
Ling Zhouci panted softly, her moist eyes fixed on her, watching her leave without hesitation.
After her figure disappeared, the house fell silent, the warmth faded away, and a chill seemed to grow.
He struggled to sit up and put on the clothes placed aside with difficulty, but they were loose.
Thinking back to what had just happened, his eyes turned red, and his long eyelashes trembled violently like butterfly wings. He slowly lay back on the bed, panting, a little dazed.
His thin body hidden under the quilt trembled slightly, and he actually began to miss this feeling.
He was sweating and holding on stiffly, waiting for the pain to subside.
But all he saw before him was Ling Fuying's face, which was unmoved, with a heart as hard as ice and unwavering integrity.
It’s like entering a Buddhist monastery, more monastic than a monk.
Realizing his strange and shameful thoughts, Ling Zhouci felt a fishy smell rising in his throat and almost vomited blood.
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