Chapter 84 Chapter 84 Don't Get So Close to Me
The two of them had unknowingly sat down beside the bed, Ling Fuying holding a handkerchief in his hand to wipe Shen Fuxue's dripping long hair.
At this time, both of them seemed to have forgotten a spell that could easily dry their hair. Chen Fuxue sat under her skirt, and this height made it convenient for her to wipe her hair.
It also made it easier for Fu Ying to see other scenery. When she lifted Chen Fuxue's long hair, she saw his back, which was tightly pressed against his wet clothes, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
Ling Fuying was a little confused and wiped his hair with random thoughts in his mind, but he found that there were water droplets on his chin, so he wiped them as well.
As she wiped, her sleeves fell to her wrists, brushing across her snow-covered shoulders, cheeks, and the skin on the back of her neck. He tensed his body, and the muscles under his wet clothes became more obvious, faintly visible twitching slightly. He was enduring.
Ling Fuying was completely unaware of this and continued to wipe him like a sleepwalker, even wiping some other places.
Her hand was held.
Chen Fuxue turned his head to look at her. He had to raise his eyes to meet her gaze.
"Xiao Man, are you dry?"
"The hair seems to be almost done." Ling Fuying took a casual look and found that some of it had been done but not much.
"Then wipe here again." Shen Fuxue took her hand holding the handkerchief and placed it on her chest.
Her fingertips felt the wetness of the rain and the coldness of Shen Fuxue's body, and she subconsciously retracted her hand, but he pressed it back.
Under the slightly open collar of my clothes, I could indeed see the rain dripping down. I just closed the window, but how did I get soaked all over?
Ling Fuying's fingertips felt hot. She complained inwardly while wiping his chest with a handkerchief in her hand. However, she became distracted while wiping.
Subconsciously peeling off his collar, she continued to wipe inside. When she touched something, she suddenly woke up and laughed awkwardly twice to ease the awkward atmosphere. "Master, your clothes are too wet, you should change."
Not easy to wipe off.
"Xiao Man, can you help me change it?"
Ling Fuying's mind was really confused by his words.
"Is it okay?" he asked again.
It seems, it seems that it is not impossible.
"I'm worried that I'm not proficient enough." Ling Fuying explained dryly, but her eyes had become moist without her knowing when, and she was swallowing her saliva.
"It's okay. You'll get used to it after a couple of tries. Master will teach you."
Chen Fuxue said to her, "Untie your belt first."
"Take off your outer robe..."
Wait! Something's not right.
Is this what Master should teach?
But she had no chance to think anymore, as Ling Fuying's hands moved before her brain did. He trembled as he tried to untie Chen Fuxue's silver belt. It was cold and damp to the touch, so he gently pulled it off with force.
Before she knew it, Chen Fuxue was only wearing a nightgown so thin that everything was visible.
When he completely took off his last piece of clothing, Ling Fuying was gently held by the hand, and Chen Fuxue raised his head and kissed her lips.
She shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut.
Her other hand was pressed tightly against his chest, with the ring pressing against her palm.
Chen Fuxue's chest rose and fell. He kissed her lips and put some distance between them. "Xiaoman, do you like it?"
She had no time to answer.
The sound of rain outside the window gradually subsided, but their breathing became more and more rapid. Ling Fuying leaned on Shen Fuxue's shoulder and fell into his arms, with an arm around her waist, cool, cold, and full of infinite strength.
This was not a good thing, because in this way, she might be entangled with Shen Fuxue forever.
Chen Fuxue noticed that she was distracted, so he gently put his hand on the back of her neck, pressing his fingertips lightly on the taut meridians, feeling the skin and flesh sliding under his fingertips.
He would press Fu Ying against him, exchanging body temperature and heartbeat with her.
Shen Fuxue trembled as she opened her silver-grey eyes to look at the person in her arms. Every reaction of hers was because of him.
Her breathing was slightly deep, but she met Ling Fuying's eyes, which were moist. She immediately covered Shen Fuxue's eyes and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
The candlelight in the room was bright, and Chen Fuxue could see every expression on her face.
"Xiaoman, we..." Shen Fuxue's voice was slightly hoarse.
Ling Fuying didn't know what he wanted to say, but it was definitely not something good.
"We haven't had that in a long time."
They hadn't been that close for a long time since that time.
When Chen Fuxue said this, his ears felt hot, like a red-hot stove, which was even more obvious on his ice-clear skin.
Fireworks exploded in Fuying's mind, and she lowered her eyes, avoiding Chen Fuxue's gaze.
"What?"
Chen Fuxue sometimes spoke so bluntly that it made her blush.
"Xiaoman, you know." Shen Fuxue kissed her cheek.
As he spoke, he put Ling Fuying on the bed.
Ling Fuying still insisted, "I still have to practice!"
"But dual cultivation with me is much faster than practicing. I will give you as much as you want."
Is this reasonable?
Chen Fuxue's fingers climbed up Ling Fuying's hand, interlocked their fingers, and pressed them on the soft bedding.
But when he was about to kiss her, the window was suddenly blown open by the wind.
The cold rain blew in, and the two people who were in a passionate atmosphere were suddenly awakened as if they were splashed with a basin of cold water. Fu Ying hurriedly pushed Chen Fuxue away, and looked blankly at the raindrops that connected into lines and the splashes of water falling on the window eaves.
"Why is the window open?" she murmured.
"Just close it." Chen Fuxue closed the window in the air and wanted to continue kissing her, but she pushed him away.
Ling Fuying stared at the window covered with snow, but he no longer had the interest to continue.
She simply got up and continued to practice, and Chen Fuxue could only watch over her alone in agony.
Because he was trying to improve his abilities by fighting with a fox spirit but was disrupted by Yuchi Xianyue, Fu Ying is still trying to find another target to beat.
This morning, Chen Fuxue came out of Ling Fuying's room and was seen by Ling Zhouci. He stared at her and looked into the room, but the door was quickly closed by Chen Fuxue, leaving Ling Zhouci no chance to see her.
Xuan Min had gone downstairs early and just came back from morning exercise. When he entered the room, he saw Chen Fuxue carefully instructing the waiter on the time to bring up breakfast, including what food to prepare.
Only then did he realize that Chen Fuxue had ordered it for Ling Fuying.
Xuan Min was not sure what Ling Fuying's attitude towards him was, or whether it was true as Chen Fuxue said that the two of them were about to get married.
In such unusual silence, Ling Fuying got dressed and went downstairs.
As soon as she arrived, she was served her favorite sweet porridge and meat buns, as well as jade steamed buns and crispy cakes. Chen Fuxue pulled out a table and chairs for her to sit down and have breakfast.
After taking a few bites of the meat bun, Ling Fuying realized that the atmosphere was not very good.
"There's a lot, are you guys going to eat together?"
Chen Fuxue was concentrating on picking up food for her, while Xuan Min opposite her and Ling Zhouci on the other side just stared at her without touching their bowls and chopsticks.
"Master, this porridge and jade steamed buns are not considered meaty, you can eat them."
"Thank you, benefactor." Xuan Min then filled a bowl of porridge and drank it slowly.
"Is it delicious?"
Xuan Min curled his lips, "It tastes good."
"If it tastes good, drink more." Ling Fuying felt guilty towards Xuan Min after all, so he had to show more care for him, even though it was a bit embarrassing.
"What about me?" Ling Zhouci asked suddenly with heavy emotions.
Xuan Min and Ling Fuying were both stunned.
Yufeng glanced at his young master and started again.
"Young master, you are not a monk, so you can eat whatever you want." Ling Fuying answered in confusion.
Ling Zhouci clenched her fists as she was so gentle to Xuan Min but spoke to him in such an impatient tone.
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Ling Fuying was even more confused. This guy was really spoiled.
It's bad enough that he's physically delicate, but how can he also be delicate in character?
After the meal, when the waiter came to collect the dishes, he glanced at the men and the only girl among them.
I had some guesses in my mind.
The immortal who was busy running around and taking the initiative to pay the bill should have a close relationship with the girl, perhaps they were husband and wife, and the sick boy was about the same age as the girl, they didn't look like siblings, but they didn't look like friends either. There was an inexplicable ambiguity between the monk and the girl. The waiter had seen many confusing relationships in this restaurant, but this was the first time he had seen one as confusing as this.
What a strange group of people.
Under the watchful eyes of the waiter, several people walked out of the inn gate and continued their journey south.
A few days later, we arrived at Chaoyin Island, where the climate was still warm.
Ling Fuying received another message from Ling Huaixu.
This time she was too lazy to even look at it and ignored it.
So Ling Huaixu waited and waited, but never got her reply, and his original expectations gradually cooled.
At this moment, he was sitting in Ling Fuying's bedroom. He had fallen asleep here these past few nights, resting his head on Ling Fuying's quilt and her pillow, although her scent was no longer on them.
Ling Huaixu walked out of Ling Fuying's yard, but ran into Shuyu who was walking from not far away.
Obviously, he didn't expect to meet Ling Huaixu, so he bowed respectfully.
"Why did you..." Ling Huaixu paused, "The courtyard you chose is nearby?"
Shuyu paused and nodded.
Ling Huaixu didn't expect him to choose this place. "It's secluded here, a little inconvenient. Why did you choose this place?"
His voice was hoarse as he said, "Disciple likes some quiet time."
Seeing that he didn't like crowds, Ling Huaixu didn't ask any more questions.
"Where are you going now?"
"Go to the training room."
"You probably can't go to the highest level training room yet, so take this."
Seeing that Shuyu was the only promising talent who could surpass the three thousand disciples in the domain within ten years, Ling Huaixu was not stingy.
Shuyu took the jade pendant from his hand.
But he was not as happy as he had imagined. He once wanted to get close to Ling Huaixu and look up to him, but now he just wanted to practice hard to win honor for Zheyuan Palace. In the future, he would always have the opportunity to repay Ling Huaixu for saving his life.
At this time, Ling Huaixu felt that the communication stone on his waist had moved. He didn't care about Shuyu and quickly opened it. It was Ling Fuying.
She said that they would reach Zheyuan Palace in a few days.
Ling Huaixu couldn't hide the smile on his face. Shuyu glanced calmly at the lighted communication stone in his hand, but Ling Huaixu had already put it away. "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
Shuyu watched Ling Huaixu walk away, and then he looked towards the place where Ling Huaixu had just come out, which was Ling Fuying's courtyard.
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After arriving at Chaoyin Island, Ling Fuying and the others took a walk around the place to experience the different customs and culture. Last time, she bought the necessary supplies and hurried to Daluo Island, and did not have time to visit this place.
Meeting Xuan Min's gaze reminded Fu Ying of something. She had once said that she was from Chaoyin Island and had deceived him all the way. Thinking of this, she felt more and more guilty and silently looked away.
It takes about three days to get from here to Zheyuan Palace. During this period, Fu Ying did not see Yuchi Xianyue again, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
By nightfall, they had not been able to find an inn or town to stay in, so they could only find a flat and clean meadow by the river to rest for the night.
It is close to the southern region, where the climate is mild and the gurgling stream is quite pleasant. Fu Ying looked at the flowing stream and his thoughts drifted away again.
After all, she had just fallen into the river and fell into the arms of Xuan Min who was bathing.
Everything she saw on the way back reminded her of the irreversible things that had happened between her and Xuan Min.
Ling Fuying didn't know how things had come to this point. It was obvious that she and the monk should have nothing to do with each other.
When they got to the wild, Xuan Min spontaneously went to look for some dead branches and leaves to start a fire.
Chen Fuxue and Ling Zhouci noticed that her eyes were always following Xuan Min, and they really didn't know what was so good about it.
Xuan Min brought back a few sweet potatoes and some berries wrapped in leaves. He was about to give them to Ling Fuying, but then he remembered that there were other people around.
"While I was looking for firewood, I found sweet potatoes and some wild fruits."
"What's so delicious about these? You should eat them yourself." Ling Zhouci glanced and looked away. He would not eat these things.
Chen Fuxue didn't answer either.
"What kind of wild fruit is this? It looks sweet."
Xuan Min handed the leaves containing the wild fruits to Ling Fuying. "These are red spirit fruits. They are sweet and can replenish qi and blood. They are common wild fruits in the forest."
"The Master knows so much."
"There are many fruits like this in the forest behind Dajue Zen Temple, so I know this."
Ling Fuying grabbed a handful and put it in his mouth. He bit it gently and the juice burst out. It was delicious. "So sweet."
"There are some sweet potatoes here. They will be cooked quickly if you put them into the fire." Xuan Min lit the fire and placed the sweet potatoes next to it. This way they would not be burnt but would be slowly cooked and softened by the heat of the fire.
"Then I'll trouble you, Master."
"No trouble."
Chen Fuxue took out the cakes and spiritual fruits she bought on the street, "Xiaoman, I have other food here."
"I'm a little tired of it."
It's nice to change your taste occasionally and eat something light. When Fu Ying watched Xuan Min turning over the sweet potatoes, he felt a sense of peace as if he had retired to the mountains.
Tired of it.
Are you tired of it?
Chen Fuxue didn't know for a moment whether what she said about being tired of eating meant it literally or had other implications.
After the sweet potatoes were roasted, Xuan Min peeled them despite the scorching heat, wrapped them in leaves, and handed them to Ling Fuying.
"Master, you eat first. I can peel it myself."
It would be fine if people just brought this thing back, but why do they have to feed it to their mouths? That's so bad.
"Donor, it's okay. You can eat it. I don't like these."
I don't like eating these and I still bring them back.
"Xiaoman, I have something to discuss with Master Xuanmin. I'll be back soon." Chen Fuxue suddenly said.
Huh? They're not familiar with each other, what are they talking about?
She watched the two of them walk away, with the sweet potatoes peeled by Xuan Min in her hand.
Maybe there is something to talk about.
She was holding a sweet potato and eating it. Ling Zhouci, who had been staring at her for a long time, controlled her wheelchair to move closer. She was sitting on the ground at this time. Ling Zhouci was taller than Ling Fuying in the wheelchair.
"Is it delicious?" Ling Zhouci asked.
Ling Fuying was so frightened that she almost choked. She forgot Ling Zhouci was there and swallowed it quickly.
“It’s soft, sticky and very sweet.”
Ling Zhouci quickly suppressed her irritable emotions and lowered her voice, "I want to try it."
"Look, there are several more."
"I'm a little uncomfortable..."
Ling Fuying wanted to ask where Yufeng was, but when she looked up, he had disappeared without a trace, and only she and Ling Zhouci were left.
These people are weird.
She glanced at Ling Zhouci who was in the wheelchair. If he went over there, he might fall into the fire.
Just as she was considering whether to peel one for him, Ling Zhouci asked, "I just want to taste it."
Then, before Ling Fuying could react, Ling Zhouci lowered her head and took a bite at the place she had just bitten.
His breath even sprayed on her palm, making Fu Ying's heart itch slightly. She stared blankly at Ling Zhouci chewing.
He said, “It’s really sweet.”
No, is that right?
"I want another bite."
"All for you, all for you." Ling Fuying didn't want to eat what he had eaten.
She was about to put it in his hand, but he refused, "It's sticky, I don't want to take it."
It turns out that it isn't sticky anymore when she holds it.
Ling Zhouci held her wrist with one hand and brought it to her mouth. While biting the sweet potato, her teeth gently brushed against Ling Fuying's fingertips. The slightly sharp canine teeth scratched across her soft fingertips. The wet, soft and hot touch made her freeze.
But this feeling was fleeting, and Ling Zhouci didn't seem to have done it on purpose.
He leaned closer and asked caringly, "What's wrong with you?"
Ling Fuying met Ling Zhouci's hazy and moist eyes, as if a whirlpool was sucking him in.
A breeze blew out of the forest, mixed with the scent of flowers, herbs, and woods, as well as a faint medicinal fragrance. His body temperature permeated over, bringing Fu Ying back to his senses and distancing himself from him.
"If you want to eat it, take it yourself." She threw the sweet potato directly into his arms.
Ling Zhouci picked it up, stared into her eyes, and swallowed the sweet potato she had bitten, bite by bite.
They were clearly just eating a sweet potato, but the temperature between them was getting higher and higher, and Fu Ying's fingers were not sure whether the heat was from the sweet potato or something else.
"Don't get so close to me." Ling Fuying said dryly.
Just when he thought everything was quiet again, Fu Ying discovered that something was wrong with Ling Zhouci's condition. Under the firelight, he couldn't see the blush on his face, but he could detect the sweat on his face.
His lips, which were usually bloodless, were now as red as blooming petals. He unconsciously extended his tongue to lick his lips gently.
"I'm a little thirsty..." He looked at Ling Fuying with his charming and innocent eyes.
It was obvious that Xuan Min and Shen Fuxue would be back at any time, but he was so impatient to spend a little time alone with Ling Fuying.
Ling Zhouci's throat became even drier, her palms were sweating, and her heartbeat was getting faster and faster.
The crackling sound of firewood made Fu Ying's heart jump, and a gust of cold wind rushed to her back.
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