When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in a dark and damp cave, while Wen Heng sat in front of a campfire at the cave entrance, intently turning the food in his hands. The warm and gentle sunset outside the cave entrance and the flickering campfire shone brightly on his face and body, making him appear exceptionally dazzling.
I lay there blankly, staring at the somewhat unreal-looking people not far away, until I smelled a strong aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.
Then I saw Wen Heng raise his hand again and start peeling the sweet potato skin carefully. In a daze, I seemed to see Zhou Lang again, who used to roast sweet potatoes for me and peel them for me.
"Awake?" Wen Heng asked calmly as he carefully peeled the sweet potato in his hand.
It must be admitted that no matter how captivating his appearance may be, the moment he opens his mouth, some people's innate aura can subconsciously make others feel intimidated.
His brief, somewhat cold and indifferent "Awake?" made me hastily close my eyes and pretend to be asleep again.
Seeing that I didn't respond, he added casually, "This sweet potato tastes really good."
What he didn't know was that I hate eating sweet potatoes the most.
When I was with Zhou Lang, the food I ate most often was the sweet potatoes that he roasted for me. Because my cooking skills were really bad, so was Zhou Lang's. To make things easier, we could only eat sweet potatoes every day.
Although I secretly disliked the cloying sweet potato, I had to pretend to be very happy so as not to discourage Zhou Lang from roasting sweet potatoes for me.
But for a period of time after Zhou Yu's death, I ate sweet potatoes that had been around for nearly a hundred years like a madman. But the sweet potatoes I ate after that tasted like wax and I could no longer taste the soft and glutinous aroma that Zhou Yu used to roast for me.
The food I ate was so stained with ink that it started to protest. It threatened to run away from home and made a huge scene with me, which finally ended that period of eating sweet potatoes.
So whether it's Zhou Lang, Ran Mo, or Wen Heng, they probably all think my favorite food is sweet potato.
But little did he know, it was because I missed him so much that I felt he was always there only when I ate sweet potatoes.
Although... my stomach, which had been empty for who knows how long, started rumbling at this very inopportune moment.
Speaking of pretending to be asleep, I used to be with Ranmo, and Ranmo ruthlessly exposed me countless times when I was trying to slack off. Now, Wenheng exposed me just as easily. I couldn't keep up the act anymore, and my stomach was really too hungry to bear.
I opened my eyes irritably and stood up abruptly, but I was still a little dizzy. As soon as I stood up, I started seeing stars, and I almost fell over because I was unsteady on my feet.
fine……
Wen Heng reacted quickly, reaching out to grab one of my arms, and I instinctively threw myself into his arms.
I lay on Wen Heng's chest. Although I couldn't hear his familiar, steady heartbeat in the dream world, I still felt a strange sense of security from the person in front of me.
Looking up, I saw his pearly Adam's apple, his rounded chin, his deep red lips, his high nose bridge... and his clear, clean eyes staring intently at me.
"Last night...you said...you're still the Zhou Lang who loves me with all his heart...is that true?"
I gazed intently into those bright eyes and asked him a tender question.
With Wen Heng and me pressed so close together, our eyes locked, the atmosphere between us became incredibly ambiguous as he faced my tender question.
However, Wen Heng suddenly raised his hand and pinched my cheek hard. As I grimaced in pain, he stuffed the sweet potato in his other hand directly into my mouth.
He indifferently tossed me a few words: "You're overthinking it!" and then turned around and sat back down.
Although it was cold, I thought about how he was the dignified God Wenheng, and he must be too proud to admit his feelings for me, so he said those words out of pretense of modesty.
Seeing him like this, I followed him and sat down next to him.
She gave him an "Oh," and then, while winking and giggling, ate the sweet potato in her hand, her eyes fixed on him with a smirk.
Wen Heng initially sat upright with a calm expression, but he couldn't maintain it for long. In the end, he couldn't resist my intense gaze and began to shift his buttocks uncomfortably to the side, creating some distance between himself and me. He even turned his head to look outside the cave.
It perfectly resembles Zhou Yu's dull and obedient appearance.
How come I never noticed before? Even though he had Wen Heng's cold and aloof face, you could actually see Zhou Lang's shadow in him.
Thinking of this, I quickly finished the remaining sweet potato in my hand, clapped my hands, and boldly reached out to turn Wen Heng's face back.
She gazed lovingly into his clear, bright eyes, her tone serious yet slightly teasing: "Why are you looking outside instead of at the beautiful woman beside you?"
Wen Heng seemed unable to hold back any longer and angrily shouted at me, "Enough!"
They even ruthlessly pushed my body outwards, and my body uncontrollably fell backwards out of the cave entrance.
Only then did I realize that outside the cave entrance was a vast expanse of molten lava, bubbling with ferocious, terrifying crimson flames and scalding hot water. If I fell in, wouldn't I be annihilated?
But Wen Heng still had a conscience, and in the critical moment, he reached out and pulled him back.
I clutched my heart, still shaken: "Where are we?"
Wen Heng glanced at me with annoyance and said calmly, "After we broke the nightmare formation, we woke up here. Every twelve hours, the five great tortures of ice, fire, lightning, and earth are used to suppress the entire Demon Realm! It is similar to the torture that the remnant souls in the dream world endure every day."
Despite the raging fire outside, the cave remained dark and damp, and I felt no heat at all.
Before I could even speak, he addressed all my doubts, saying, "We are both complete living souls now. Whatever your subconscious mind perceives the cave to be, that's what it is. You didn't notice the lava outside the cave entrance just now, which is why you didn't feel the burning sensation. Once your subconscious mind perceives it as a burning sensation, then you will sense it."
Hearing him say that, I suddenly understood, and feigning pain, I snuggled into Wen Heng's arms: "But subconsciously, I feel so cold here..."
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