Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Too much harm
At night, Ling Fuying felt a sense of being watched, as if a pair of eyes were hiding in the dark and spying on her.
Fu Ying couldn't help but think of the previous nightmare, and this feeling became more obvious when night fell.
But this was in the Continent Lord's Mansion, so she suppressed her worries and went to bed.
But I still couldn't feel sleepy.
This feeling made her extremely uneasy.
She fell asleep with such an uneasy feeling, but soon woke up from her dream, and then she saw the man standing beside her bed.
She was confused and thought she was dreaming.
At this time, Chen Fuxue changed out of the simple yet luxurious robe he used to wear. His body was covered with only a layer of clothing that looked like the legendary mermaid silk. This thin layer seemed to be woven by water, and the water flowed on the robe, reflecting the boundless night and the dim light.
Fu Ying could clearly see the tight muscle lines under the shark silk, the faintly visible long and straight legs, and...
Her ears suddenly turned red.
This must be a dream, only a dream could be so beyond her imagination.
On the man's body that was like a work of art, a silk silk dress as soft as water dragged on the ground, and cold bells hung from the sleeves and hems of his clothes.
The cool jingle of the bell slid across his thigh, his eyelashes trembled, his muscles twitched, and he continued to walk towards the girl on the bed.
The bells jingled as he walked, constantly disturbing and confusing people's minds, like a siren from the deep sea.
At the end, he had a silver ring-shaped anklet with a bell tied to it on his bony ankle, and every movement he made was amplified by the sound.
Chen Fuxue's long eyelashes drooped, and he didn't look into Ling Fuying's eyes. His movements were a little slow and clumsy, but he soon relaxed, perhaps because he still had some shame.
Such attire would appear extremely strange and out of place on some men, but it actually highlights Chen Fuxue's purity and his otherworldly air of an exiled immortal, making it impossible to desecrate him.
It seemed that his tears would turn into crystal clear rare treasures just as recorded in ancient books.
But the look on his face in front of Ling Fuying made people want to destroy him.
Watch him walk towards the altar and sink into the mundane feelings of the world.
Ling Fuying was so shocked by the way Shen Fuxue was dressed that he left home for a short while.
She stared blankly at the extremely beautiful Shen Fuxue in front of her, and instinctively stared at her intently.
The sound of bells was close to her ears. Chen Fuxue suddenly leaned towards her. The cold bells on his sleeves slid across her forearms, causing her skin to tighten and goose bumps to appear.
"Xiao Man." Shen Fuxue exhaled coldly, and his big hand slowly stroked the back of her neck, "Xiao Man..."
"Do I look good?"
Ling Fuying's whole body stiffened, his earlobe was gently licked, and he continued to ask vaguely: "Do you like it?"
Chen Fuxue, who was once controlled by the bondage of love, was much more impatient, but now he completely regarded Ling Fuying in front of him as the main body and everything.
Gently holding her slender and warm fingers, he touched her fingertips with the tip of his tongue and licked them. He felt the trembling of her fingertips and knew that she liked it, so he focused more.
The gap between her index and middle fingers was squeezed open by the tip of his tongue, and he traced the girl's fingerprints and palm prints.
Chen Fuxue, what does this mean?
Ling Fuying tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly. When she met his eyes, she was dazed for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure.
She was hugged tightly by Chen Fuxue and fell into confusion.
This... isn't right.
Wasn't the love thread supposed to have been undone? She immediately asked the system.
The answer was still affirmative.
Then why...
Could it be that Chen Fuxue has become addicted to it and can't give it up?
When Shen Fuxue was about to kiss her again, Ling Fuying regained her senses in time and pushed him away.
My mind was in a mess and I had no idea how to deal with this situation.
"I don't want to." Ling Fuying racked his brains and said these two sentences.
Shen Fuxue's body also stiffened. At this moment, he almost believed that he had not satisfied her that night.
"I've already learned it, Xiaoman, let's give it a try."
Chen Fuxue actually tried to learn it, which made Fu Ying feel ashamed.
"Go back, I'm still in pain." Ling Fuying lied with her eyes open. She no longer felt pain. The pain was insignificant compared to the time she had sex with Yuchi Xianyue. The pain was just an excuse she made up.
"Let me see." Shen Fuxue checked last night and didn't see anything. Perhaps he didn't look carefully enough.
How could Shen Fuxue say this so seriously? Ling Fuying raised her foot and kicked him in the face to stop him from coming over.
But Shen Fuxue held her ankle, and he didn't seem to be going to give up.
"Shen Fuxue!"
He then stopped and said, "I'm just worried that you might get hurt."
"I'm fine now, I just need to rest."
After removing the ties of love, Ling Fuying planned to break up with him, but it was obvious that the current situation was very different from what she thought.
She rolled up the quilt and turned her back to Chen Fuxue. He then regained his composure and just sat by the bed, staring at her. His body did not move for a long time, turning into a sculpture frozen in ice.
Let’s try again another day, Xiaoman will definitely agree... He still has a lot of things he hasn’t taken out.
When she appeared wearing that tulle, he could tell that Xiaoman actually liked it.
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Because Ling Zhouci's condition worsened and time could not be delayed any longer, Ling Zhouyan sent hundreds of monks to go ahead and investigate the situation.
Lingzhouci and Lingzhouyan had a fight because of this incident.
"You are so afraid of my death now, why didn't you care about me before?" Ling Zhouci's expression remained unchanged, but his tone was extremely cold.
After these words were spoken, there was a moment of silence between the two.
"Are you blaming me?" Ling Zhouyan asked casually.
Ling Zhouci was frail and didn't have much energy, so he couldn't say much. He rolled his wheelchair into the inner room and said, "I'll go with you on this trip to Wulan City."
He didn't care about Ling Zhouyan's thoughts. Even if he tried to stop him, he would try his best to go.
Because, because...
Ling Zhouyan looked at him.
It doesn't take much thought to know why his son is like this.
"Okay, as you wish."
He remained calm throughout the conversation, like a considerate and good-tempered father.
Ling Zhouci hated his hypocrisy.
In his eyes, Ling Zhouyan, who was described by others as gentle and polite, was actually not as kind as everyone said.
He was cold and fickle. He had previously treated his son like a piece of trash, but later pretended to be a good father.
Ling Zhouyan left quickly, but Ling Zhouci was in a bad mood and sat still. He took out the communication stone and looked at it. Ling Fuying had already rejected him and he didn't know whether he would come over in the near future.
Looking at the bookshelf, Ling Zhouci asked, "Have you seen her today?"
Yu Feng naturally knew who this woman was. He shook his head and said, "Young Master, if you want to see her, just go directly. It would be unpleasant for you."
Yufeng found that the young master was a bit like an abandoned dog, eagerly waiting for his master to come and see him.
"Young Master, today's medicinal bath has been prepared." Yufeng planned to wait outside the door.
"You step back, I'll do it myself." His voice was filled with fatigue.
He went into the bathroom.
Steam was rising from the bathtub filled with medicinal bath, and Ling Zhouci slowly took off her clothes.
He slowly stood up by holding onto the wall of the bathtub. Every move was extremely difficult. Originally, the exercise during this period had some effect, but he had fallen ill once during the previous cooling. Everything was back to square one, and he was even weaker than before.
After he knew the difference between men and women, he never asked Yufeng to help him again. He took the medicinal bath by himself. He was always particularly concerned about others seeing his body.
He remembered the last time he was ordered to help Fuying change clothes.
The boy's porcelain-white body was soaking in a light green bathtub that exuded spiritual energy.
The body, which was soaked in a light pink color, has beautiful curves and a slender waist immersed under the water.
The medicinal bath was slightly hot, and his skin looked like blooming pink petals. Sweat streamed down his chest, and his willow-like eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
The effect of the medicine would bring out the coldness in his body, making his body hot and hot, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his cheeks. His lips were steamed red, with water droplets dripping. Soaking in the medicinal bath, Ling Zhouci felt a sense of beauty, as if petals were being crushed.
Looking at the curling mist in front of him, Ling Zhou inexplicably condensed into the appearance of Ling Fuying, swaying in front of him with a smile.
Then, he heard Ling Fuying's voice coming from outside the door.
At first he thought it was his hallucination, but gradually he realized that she was indeed outside the door.
Ling Zhouci's snow-white fingers tightly gripped the edge of the bathtub. He glanced at his chest. In fact, he could feel Ling Fuying's vague preference.
Although he hated his body.
Seeing that the person outside was about to leave, he tremblingly splashed water, pushed the wheelchair beside him, and submerged himself under the water in the bathtub.
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The door was slightly open, allowing Fu Ying to look inside but he did not see Ling Zhouci.
This morning, she received a message from Ling Zhouci, saying that the classics about the ancient legends of Daluo Continent had been delivered, but she was busy at the moment, so she could only refuse him temporarily and continue to thoroughly refine and absorb the spiritual energy left by Chen Fuxue in her dantian, turning it into her own.
What the system said was indeed true. Chen Fuxue had an excellent cauldron body. Her beauty and strong body could feed back to her abundant spiritual power. Without the help of natural treasures, these spiritual powers were equivalent to her practicing day and night for a whole year, or perhaps even more.
Ling Fuying finished his practice in the afternoon and slowly exhaled. All the fatigue from last night disappeared after this practice, and he felt relaxed all over.
She had nothing to do, and thinking of the files Ling Zhouci mentioned, she always had a special interest in these things, so she got up and went to Ling Zhouci's house to take a look.
But he was not there.
Just as I was about to turn around and leave, I heard the sound of water and someone falling to the ground. There must be someone there. I shouted several times but there was no response.
She changed her mind and realized that Ling Zhouci had frightened her too much. Without thinking too much, she immediately stepped into the bathroom, only to find that half of his head was sticking out of the bathtub. She strode forward and found that his mouth and nose were already submerged in water.
Let him drown himself in the bath?
Saving people was the most important thing. She didn't have time to call Yufeng to come over. She immediately stood behind Ling Zhouci, without even having time to roll up her sleeves, and grabbed Ling Zhouci's arm to pull him up.
And pulse and breathing.
Ling Fuying activated his spiritual power to draw out the medicinal soup that had entered his mouth and nose. Ling Zhouci coughed violently and choked out the medicinal bath. His beautiful face turned pale, but there was a blush at the corners of his eyes. His thin body rose and fell due to choking and coughing, and his soft black hair was wrapped around his body. The picture was breathtakingly beautiful.
Worried that his weak body would continue to slip, Fu Ying completely took him out of the bathtub, but he accidentally swept him somewhere.
Even though I had seen it before through clothes, I was still stunned.
This seems too incompatible with Ling Zhouci's thin body.
She patted his face, and Ling Zhouci came back to his senses. In a trance, he saw Ling Fuying grabbing her wrist, and at this time his strength was exceptionally great.
Although Ling Fuying reacted quickly and supported himself on the ground with his hands, he still fell on him, trying his best not to crush him to death.
Sensing something, she froze.
Her eyes met Ling Zhouci's. He had just come back from the gates of hell and was still wandering outside the real world, staring at Ling Fuying in front of him.
The floor was cold and he shivered. The coldness brought him back to consciousness. The trembling in Ling Zhouci's eyes made Fu Ying become clearer.
"Ling Fuying." He called her name softly.
"Why are you calling me?"
Ling Zhouci took her hand, and gently raised her head when she was not paying attention. Her soft lips touched Ling Fuying's lips and separated immediately.
Ling Fuying was stunned, then he slapped him, but stopped when it was about to hit his cheek. He looked unconscious, and another slap would probably kill him.
He just managed to save his life, but he still doesn't forget to take advantage of others before he wakes up. How despicable!
Ling Fuying left Ling Zhouci, and seeing that he could not die, he let him lie on the ground and prepared to let Yufeng come over.
But the hem of her skirt was caught by Ling Zhouci.
Ling Fuying turned around and looked at him.
"Clothes." He curled up into a ball, covering his body as much as possible, and used up all his strength to say these two words.
"I'll get it for you."
Only then did Ling Zhouci let go.
Ling Fuying went back to the house, got the clothes, handed them to Ling Zhouci, then turned and left.
Ling Zhouci listened to her receding footsteps, closed his eyes and breathed softly.
Even though he felt weak all over, he gritted his teeth and put on his clothes, not wanting Yufeng to see him like this.
His breathing became disordered and he was vaguely thinking that only Fu Ying could see his body.
Tormented by emotions of self-loathing and self-shame, the frail man was briefly drowned. Furthermore, his physical desires had been excessive in recent days, and he was unable to endure it in the dead of night, which led to excessive loss of yang energy and a weakened body. He passed out as soon as he put on his clothes.
So Ling Fuying, who had just returned, heard that Ling Zhouci was ill in bed. This alarmed several doctors in the mansion, and servants from Xizhu Garden were coming in and out.
He was sick last time and he was sick again this time. It seemed that his drowning was more serious than she thought.
On the way to visit, I met Xuan Min. He also heard about Ling Zhouci's situation and went to see her.
On the way, the two of them walked along the quiet forest path.
Xuan Min found that Ling Fuying still instinctively avoided him, but after he impulsively said those words to her that night, she maintained basic courtesy and no longer avoided him like the plague.
But Xuan Min found that he wanted more.
The two of them had unknowingly walked very close. Xuan Min looked at Ling Fuying beside him. Her eyelashes were slightly drooping like a small fan, and her lips were very full. He recalled the fleeting touch in the rock cave that day.
Xuan Min knew that he was a monk, but what he did was not what a monk should do.
How could Ling Fuying not be aware of his gaze? It was such a cold day, but she was sweating.
He squeezed his sweaty palms, and finally couldn't help but turn around to look at the person beside him.
When he met Ling Fuying's gaze, Xuan Min realized that he had been looking at her for a long time.
Only then did he lower his eyes and look away.
Because she was distracted, Fu Ying stepped on a small protruding stone in front of her. By the time she reacted and adjusted herself, Xuan Min had already grabbed her wrist tightly.
She threw herself into his arms, feeling the muscles under his cheeks and palms, and the strong masculine scent, the clean aroma of soapberry mixed with the scent of agarwood and candles.
The fragrance that used to bring peace of mind to her, now made her heartbeat erratic. She tried to say calmly, "Thank you, Master."
I thought Xuan Min would let her go soon, just like the time in Yunhuang City, but he didn't let go.
She lay on his chest and heard his heartbeat.
Xuan Min knew that he could no longer indulge himself, so he loosened his hand around her waist and made Fuying's clothes slightly wrinkle at her waist.
"Be careful." He moved a little further away from Ling Fuying.
Ling Fuying didn't know why he became like this when facing Xuan Min. His heart was instantly upset, so he deliberately kept a certain distance from him.
This time Ling Zhouci's illness was even more serious. Excessive masturbation was harmful to the body, let alone a weak person like him who needed to preserve his yang energy.
His face was pale and his body moved very weakly due to breathing. He was a beautiful young man with a very sickly look.
The doctor looked hesitant after taking my pulse.
Yu Feng was extremely anxious, "How is our young master?"
The doctor took the pulse again, then sighed and said earnestly, "Drowning is not a problem, but the young master's health is very weak."
Seeing that Yufeng didn't understand, the doctor said, "I understand that the young master is at a young age with full vigor, but he must take care of his health and try to remain calm and not have too strong emotional ups and downs. It's okay to have an occasional one, but the young master is in poor health after all, so you must advise him on a regular basis."
Yufeng understood now.
However, the young master was clearly the most resistant to these things, and he felt a little embarrassed when he heard the doctor's serious instructions.
"Doctor, why don't you try to diagnose it again?"
"Even if I diagnose it a thousand times, how could this old man not be able to diagnose this? Young Master, no matter what, you must take care of your health first. Taking good care of your health is the most important thing."
Ling Zhouci had already woken up, but he had not opened his eyes for a long time. His face was as pale as snow and he was filled with shame and anger.
I thought these things were done in a very secretive manner, but who would have thought that even these could be diagnosed. It was even more difficult for someone like Ling Zhouci who pretended to be so proud to face it.
"I have prescribed some medicine for you, young master. You must take it on time. Remember to exercise restraint during this period of time and don't play with your body for the sake of temporary pleasure."
Ling Fuying happened to hear what the doctor said when he came over.
restraint.
She couldn't figure out what this meant, and she couldn't help but glance at Ling Zhouci in surprise.
Then he thought of the scene he saw when he left. His frail body gave birth to such an incompatible thing. It seemed... that doing this was not so strange.
After all, no matter how weak he is, he is still a man, and he is at the most impulsive age.
Ling Fuying couldn't help but look at him with sympathy. If she were him, she would probably want to dig a hole in the ground and run away with her head in her hands if the old man himself took off her fig leaf.
Especially since there are other people here, fortunately Ling Zhouci is not awake.
But she couldn't help but think about it, and he was so excited that he might faint.
That would be too embarrassing.
She was about to leave quietly, after all, it would be better for her not to show up on this occasion, but when she turned around, she was discovered by Yufeng.
"Miss Ling."
Ling Fuying:>
The moment Ling Zhouci heard Yu Feng's voice, all the blood in his body rushed to his head, his face turned pale as snow, as if he would die in the next second.
Xuan Min, who came in at the same time as Ling Fuying, also heard every word of what happened.
He didn't have the same experience as Ling Zhouci. But for some reason, he subconsciously looked at Ling Fuying in front of him.
Seeing her hands hanging at her side.
She was fair and slender, unlike his rough and broad ones, with finely trimmed nails and a light pink on her fingertips.
Her nails were so light that it didn't hurt much even when she pinched the flesh, and her soft palms looked easily scratched.
Realizing his thoughts, he quickly came back to his senses.
Beneath his sleeves, his fingers trembled as he twirled the Buddhist beads, and his thin lips silently recited the Heart Sutra.
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