"I'm entrusting my father and mother to Miss Ahua."
Ah Niu tossed me those words and then followed the Black and White Impermanence away...
Watching the figures of Black and White Impermanence, along with Ah Niu, gradually disappear into the wind, snow, and mist...
I followed them, dejected and disoriented, back to the thatched courtyard amidst the wind and snow.
As I pushed open the door, a gust of wind and snow swept into the room, turning into frost on the ground. In the dim light from outside, I saw Wen Heng lying on the bed and instinctively curled up and shrank back.
Too lazy to turn on the light, I closed the door and haphazardly took off my clothes and shoes in the dark before groping my way into bed.
Thinking about what Mr. A Niu told me tonight, I was troubled because there was no hope of finding Wen Heng's soul.
My curse cannot be broken, so I have eight hundred years of life left.
Should we leave this place now and take advantage of the time to explore and see the wider world? Only then can we live a fulfilling life without regrets.
but……
What if there's still a chance to find it? Wouldn't I have missed my chance to become an immortal?
Wouldn't all my hard work and diligent cultivation over the past thousand years have been in vain?
To stay or to leave?
I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Turning around, she looked at the shadow of Wen Heng's sleeping face, his features faintly visible in the dim light.
In the quiet night, apart from the rustling sound of snow falling outside, Wen Heng's steady heartbeat was exceptionally clear.
Suddenly, a biting wind howled past outside, making the old window beside the bed sway and creak.
Through the crack in the window that had been blown open by the wind, I instantly felt a chill creeping in.
After Wen Heng shrank back and sensed my warm body, he suddenly straddled me and wrapped his entire body around me.
My body was bound by him and I couldn't move; I knew I couldn't break free.
I glanced at Wen Heng's indifferent face, but a surge of anger welled up inside me. It was all because this pretty boy was draining my spiritual energy.
Driven by lust, he used his two free hands to tear off Wen Heng's clothes and then bit down hard on Wen Heng's shoulder.
After biting Wenheng and feeling the pain, Wenheng almost let out a low whimper as her limbs began to loosen their grip on me, but she didn't let go.
I even held his slightly struggling arm down with one hand until I bit my way out of the mouth and my mouth was full of blood.
I only regained my senses and let go when Wen Heng's struggling arms grew stronger and stronger than I could control.
Wen Heng, writhing in pain, began to groan and then howl in alarm.
Afraid of disturbing the elderly couple, she panicked and didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.
She flipped over and straddled Wen Heng, then, taking him by surprise, pressed his arms onto his head.
I used my gaping maw to forcefully shut his wildly screaming mouth.
A warm, humid, and sweet-smelling scent lingered between Wen Heng's and my lips, and only then did he finally quiet down.
In the darkness, I saw Wen Heng staring at me with eyes that blinked like stars twinkling in the vast night sky.
I froze for a moment before I came to my senses and realized that I had not only stripped him of his clothes but also bit him.
At this moment, I leaned over Wen Heng and lay on top of him.
It brought to mind the lewd poses and scenes of men and women in the picture book that Aunt Wang from next door brought me.
I suddenly raised my head and let go.
Relieved, Wen Heng sobbed even louder.
In my haste, I quickly covered his mouth and nose with both hands, causing his cheeks to puff out and him to stammer.
"Don't cry!" Suddenly, I was able to speak.
Wen Heng and I were both stunned into silence when I suddenly spoke.
Great, this damn throat can finally speak human language.
I coughed to clear my throat, looked into Wen Heng's starry eyes, and whispered, "Don't cry! Don't shout! Nod if you understand!"
Wen Heng seemed to understand, but nodded obediently.
So this kid can understand human speech.
After I tentatively and slowly removed my hand from his face, Wen Heng began to pant heavily.
I got up, turned on the light, and made the whole room bright before pouring myself a cup of tea.
She picked up her teacup and turned to drink, but saw Wen Heng sitting up from the bed, looking like a wronged wife, disheveled, innocent, and with a hint of resentment in his eyes. He looked quite funny and comical.
After finishing my tea, I swaggered over to Wen Heng and couldn't resist pinching his slightly chubby cheeks again. Unexpectedly, he turned around and rolled his eyes at me.
Seeing his contorted face, I became even more excited: "Oh ho, wow, now you've learned to glare at people and fight back? Don't give me that innocent look. You're a grown man, tall and strong, and you still think you're a kid!"
He stubbornly turned away, looking like he didn't want to talk to me. The bloody flesh on his shoulder, which I had bitten, was faintly visible, and his clothes were soaked with crimson.
My pupils suddenly contracted, and I felt as shameless as a ruthless robber who forced a virtuous woman who would rather die than submit.
To ease the guilt in my heart, I reluctantly tore off my sleeve and bandaged his wound. Only then did the stubbornness in the boy's eyes slowly soften.
As I bandaged him, I leered at him with an evil smile and threatened, "Don't tell anyone, or I'll bite you again!"
Watching his gentle gaze shift to a gloomy, silent expression as he lowered his head, I could see it all.
I reached out and pinched his face, watching his contorted expression as I raised an eyebrow and made a gesture as if to bite him again: "Did you hear me?"
He nodded obediently, seemingly reluctant, and I withdrew my hand with satisfaction.
I felt secretly proud and pleased. Heaven was fair enough to punish me while also making this god so weak that he was at my mercy. The dark cloud in my heart immediately dissipated, and my heart became bright.
I didn't tell my parents that I could speak. There was no particular reason; I had simply grown accustomed to this silent yet rare form of tacit communication.
The snow was falling heavily and the wind was howling, so strong that no one could step out of the house. The snow and wind continued for three days and showed no sign of stopping, so everyone could only sit around the only stove in the main room to keep warm.
I sat next to Grandma Zhou, learning needlework skills such as threading a needle and mending clothes.
Although I am intelligent, I have very little patience for this complicated needlework. I was exhausted from learning it and wanted to give up.
Grandma Zhou watched from the side, shaking her head repeatedly. She seemed to have seen my inner resistance, but she still had no intention of letting me off the hook: "Women may not do needlework, but they must know how to do it. After we are gone, Ahua will not cause trouble because she doesn't know how to do it."
I stared in disbelief at Wen Heng, who was beside me, looking like a well-behaved child, diligently pounding herbs with Old Man Zhou and receiving much praise from the two elders.
She pouted, feeling resentful.
But looking down at the crooked stitches in his hand, which resembled a row of ants climbing a tree, he realized that they were a mess.
Without realizing it, the needle and thread in her hand accidentally poked her own hand: "Ouch... Ah..." she cried out in surprise.
I grimaced and looked down at my own hands, which hadn't touched water for thousands of years, now used for chopping wood, washing clothes, and cooking.
My hands, which had become dry and scarred from working in the fields, were now covered in sores. I was so bitter, and I glared at that brat Wen Heng with a face full of grievance.
Everyone turned to look at me with concern.
Wen Heng unexpectedly dropped what he was doing and came close to me, frowning and looking somewhat helpless as he took my hand, which had a tiny needle prick and was gushing blood, not knowing what to do.
Her clear eyes were filled with worry as she looked at me, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "Ahua...it hurts."
I was taken aback by this kid's sudden concern.
Since this kid found his three souls, although he is still a bit dull and foolish, he is much better than before when he only knew how to laugh.
The increasing emotions and words he's expressing now are surprising to me time and again.
Hmph, so what? Isn't that all thanks to me? I suddenly pulled my hand back, put it in my mouth and sucked out the blush, then rolled my dead fish eyes at Wen Heng.
Fortunately, I managed to resist the urge to pinch Wen Heng's fair and chubby cheeks.
Old Mrs. Zhou reluctantly let me off the hook and said to take back what I was doing: "You and Zhou Lang should go and rest for a while."
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