When I woke up it was almost noon, and I heard the familiar sound of chopping wood outside.
Perhaps it was mealtime, Zhou Lang was cooking.
I got dressed and stepped out of the room. When Zhou Lang saw me, he flashed me a bright smile, revealing his pearly white teeth: "Ahua, you're awake?"
In a daze, I felt as if Wen Heng, that beast, was smiling triumphantly at me. Terrified, I hurriedly retreated back to my room, closed the door, and patted my chest to calm myself down. Only then did I cautiously peek through the crack in the door and carefully observe Zhou Lang scratching his head, seemingly very puzzled by my behavior.
Seeing his simple, pure eyes lowered, I felt relieved and opened the door, slowly walking up to Zhou Lang and smiling at him: "Good morning, Zhou Lang?"
To everyone's surprise, Zhou Lang, that typical straight man, said, "Ah Hua, it's getting late, the sun's already high in the sky."
I awkwardly withdrew my smile, just as my stomach growled.
Zhou Lang picked up a pot of water that had been boiled on the stone table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to me: "Ahua, drink some water and rinse your mouth first."
I took the teacup as usual, and then I saw him take out a roasted sweet potato from his pocket, peel it for me, blow on it, and hand it to me: "Ahua, here you go."
I handed the teacup back to him, then took the sweet potato from his hand. I looked up and saw that Zhou Lang was staring at me with an honest expression. This was a habit I had developed when I taught him to cook. If I showed a happy expression, it meant that I had done a good job and I would praise him. If I frowned, it meant that I hadn't done a good job.
Over time, this has become the first thing he does when he brings food to me: he pays close attention to any subtle emotions I might show when I take my first bite.
I took a bite, smiled, and gave him a thumbs-up: "It tastes good!"
Seeing that I was enjoying my meal, his eyes sparkled with joy, and then he poured me a glass of water.
I took it without thinking and drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing that I was enjoying my meal, Zhou Lang rolled up his sleeves and started chopping wood again.
Their interactions were almost effortless and natural.
Just as I was enjoying my meal, Wen Heng's stern face suddenly flashed into my mind as he questioned me, "Why did you take advantage of his divine consciousness to bully his immortal body!"
I froze, and suddenly the sweet potato in my mouth didn't taste so good anymore.
Looking back, I realize I wasn't particularly good to Zhou Lang. I was always thinking about how to be happy, how not to go hungry, how not to work, and how to make him treat me well.
I never considered Zhou Lang's feelings at all. When I was happy, I would coax him, and when I was unhappy, I would throw a tantrum at him. Even so, he was still so obedient and always treated me with his whole heart and soul. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt guilty.
Although Wen Heng and Zhou Lang are the same person in the same body, in my eyes they are like two different individuals.
If Zhou Lang were to disappear one day, I think I would regret not having treated him well enough.
Although my relationship with Zhou Lang did not come to fruition, as long as I have done my duty to him in terms of humanity and morality before that, and ended this relationship, it will not have been in vain that I met him.
Should I do something for him too?
Thinking of this, I quickly stuffed the sweet potato into my mouth and ate it, clapped my hands, stood up, took the axe from Zhou Lang who was working, and casually tossed it aside.
He pulled him to sit down in front of the stone bench: "No need to chop anymore! Take a rest!"
Although it is early summer and not very hot, fine beads of sweat still seeped from Wenheng's forehead.
I lifted my sleeve to wipe his face, and couldn't help but pinch his soft, fair cheeks, smiling as I said, "Zhou Lang, you've worked hard!"
Zhou Lang looked at me with a gentle gaze, his clear eyes filled with a burning passion.
"It's no trouble at all! Zhou Lang will finish chopping the firewood soon. The clothes I washed for Ahua yesterday weren't brought in when it rained, so I'll wash them for her again later." As he spoke, he stood up from the stool, ready to get back to work.
But I grabbed him and threw myself into his arms, hugging his waist tightly and pressing myself against him. I rested my head on his broad chest in a very sentimental way, listening to his steady heartbeat and reluctant to let go.
"Ahua, what's wrong?" Zhou Lang whispered in my ear, then hugged me tightly, leaned down and rested his head on my shoulder, mimicking the way I used to stroke him, and gently stroked my back as well.
It makes me feel very safe.
His warm breath brushed against my neck, sending a tingling sensation through me, making me irresistibly want to cuddle and kiss him.
I tilted my head back and gently rubbed my face against his, then naturally touched his warm, soft lips.
They couldn't help but engage in a passionate kiss.
Wen Heng blinked his big, bright eyes, and his hand, which was stroking me, froze on my back.
But suddenly I remembered that Wen Heng can now inherit all the memories in Zhou Lang's immortal body, but Zhou Lang cannot inherit the memories when Wen Heng's consciousness returned.
He must know what I did to Zhou Lang during the day. I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine, as if I were being watched by Wen Heng, and my hair stood on end.
I suddenly pushed Zhou Lang away, wiped my lips, and cleared my throat: "Zhou Lang, it's time to chop wood and wash clothes!"
Only then did I snap out of my reverie and return to Zhou Lang's thoughts.
He said "Oh," and then went back to chop wood.
I sighed inwardly, rubbing my forehead: "I just want to get intimate with Zhou Yu, but that damned stinky man Wen Heng is always there, haunting me!"
I'd like to find something else to make up for what happened to Zhou Yu.
I looked Zhou Lang up and down. His clothes were tattered, with the pudding I had patched for him still in my rough stitches, and he was wearing a pair of worn-out shoes.
In a flash of inspiration, I snatched the axe from Zhou Lang's hand, which he had just picked up from the ground, and tossed it back to him. I then grabbed his arm and pulled him outside, saying, "Come with me!"
He took Zhou Lang to visit every shop in every street and alley of the town.
We visited all sorts of clothing and shoe stores, but to our surprise, the shop owners, seeing our coarse linen outfits, only offered us ordinary, simple clothes for everyday work. Zhou Lang tried on countless garments and shoes, but I shook my head, very dissatisfied, as none of them suited his style.
I frowned and asked the clothing store owner, "Sir, don't you have any clothes, shoes, and socks made of the finest fabrics? Styles that exude the elegance and grace of a refined gentleman, like a jade-like figure among men!"
The shopkeeper looked me and Zhou Lang up and down: "We do have some, but the price is probably beyond the reach of ordinary people!"
I slammed all my belongings onto their counter: "Bring me your best and most expensive clothes!"
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