An eerie song began, "In the desolate realm between life and death, chaotic emotions arise..."
Suddenly everything went black, the world spun around her, the scene changed, and black mist rose. In a daze, Lu Fuyue opened her eyes and saw a green gauze curtain, with a faint sandalwood scent in the air.
A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. She looked around for a moment, her mind a jumble, as if she had forgotten something.
Lu Fuyue raised her hand to press her temples, shook her dizzy head, and looked slightly dazed. But what exactly had she forgotten?
Why can't she remember anything?
Layers of blue curtains surrounded the space, seemingly filled with an ambiguous and decadent atmosphere.
Lu Fuyue frowned slightly. Before she could figure out her situation, suddenly, a hot hand moved slowly down from behind her through a thin layer of clothing and then suddenly wrapped around her waist.
Immediately afterwards, she was forced to fall into someone's arms.
Lu Fuyue's body stiffened, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she instinctively swung her elbow back to slam into the chest of the person behind her, trying to get rid of him.
A heavy groan suddenly sounded from the man, but he didn't let go. Instead, he hugged her even tighter and asked in confusion, "Junior sister, what's wrong?"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Lu Fuyue was struck dumb. Her expression changed slightly, and she quickly broke free from the man's embrace, looking up at him.
The man's usually aloof and indifferent eyes reflected her figure, filled with a gentle yet worried look, as if his eyes were filled with nothing but her.
The other person's Adam's apple bobbed, his upper body was bare, and his strong and powerful abs were covered with various ambiguous scratch marks, especially the row of small teeth marks on his chest, which aroused all sorts of fantasies.
"Senior Brother Luo, how could it be you?"
Lu Fuyue trembled, staring at the scene in disbelief, but then suddenly remembered something, looked down, and found that she was in no better shape.
Her clothes were gone, and an indescribable soreness spread from her lower body upwards. Her skin was covered with red marks, and her white undergarment was torn to shreds and hung precariously on her chest, but it could not hide what was underneath.
Her expression changed drastically, and she quickly pulled the blanket next to her to cover herself. But as soon as she moved, a feeling of discomfort suddenly arose. However, at this moment, Lu Fuyue ignored the discomfort and her mind was in chaos.
What exactly happened?
How could she be with Senior Brother Luo...?
At this moment, the man beside her spoke again: "Last night, it was my fault. I will definitely restrain myself in the future."
Last night? Restraint? What about the future?
Her chaotic thoughts were tug at her mind. When she heard the man's slightly apologetic voice, Lu Fuyue vaguely remembered some scenes.
She wore a bright red wedding dress and held a sworn brotherhood ceremony with Senior Brother Luo at the Alchemy Peak. Their master sat in the head seat, watching them with a smile in his eyes...
Furthermore, on their wedding night, Senior Brother Luo, unlike his usual aloof and indifferent self, looked at her with extremely gentle eyes, then lowered the curtains, and they spent a beautiful night together.
...
The fragments that surfaced in her mind suggested that she seemed to have become Daoist partners with Senior Brother Luo, a couple recognized by heaven and earth. But why did she always feel like she had forgotten something?
Luo Chuanming noticed that Lu Fuyue was acting strangely and assumed that he had been too unrestrained last night, causing his wife to suffer. So, a hint of unease appeared in his eyes.
"Junior sister, I have some ointment here. I'll apply it for you, and it should make you feel better."
Last night, Master sent over several jugs of spiritual wine. After drinking the wine, Junior Sister showed a rare charm that he had never seen before, as well as a deep sense of dependence in her eyes.
For a moment, the two were confused and infatuated, and their desire was aroused. It was unclear who made the first move, but the bed and the floor were in a mess. For the first time, he lost his self-control, which he was so proud of, and his movements were a little more vigorous than usual.
Lu Fuyue was still in a daze and did not hear Luo Mingchuan's words.
All of this felt so unreal to her, like a strangely incongruous dream.
She still can't figure out why she and Senior Brother Luo became Daoist partners.
Luo Mingchuan looked at the woman who was wrapped up tightly, his expression softening. "A new spiritual spring has been introduced to the side courtyard. I'll carry you there for a bath and apply some ointment for you."
The two of them drank and had a wild night, so they fell asleep without having time to tidy themselves up.
Lu Fuyue was startled and was about to refuse, but for some reason a voice in her heart told her that she and Senior Brother Luo were a Daoist couple recognized by heaven and earth, and such a thing was perfectly normal.
However, in that moment of hesitation, she was suddenly lifted into the air and picked up by the waist.
"No, no need..."
A cool, refreshing scent enveloped her, and she instinctively tilted her head, unintentionally resting it against the man's strong, well-defined chest, her skin hot against his, and the sound of his heartbeat, which was slightly faster than usual.
Lu Fuyue resisted and tried to struggle to get down, but the next second, a warm and soft touch landed on her forehead, and a deep voice, full of restraint, said: "Junior sister, be good."
She froze, instinctively looking up to see the man's tense jawline and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead. "Senior brother, you..."
Luo Mingchuan remained silent, somewhat embarrassed, and avoided Lu Fuyue's gaze.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the veins on his large hands, which were tightly embracing Lu Fuyue, were bulging, and his palms were soaked with fine sweat. Even his every move was hot and restrained.
Last night was already extremely crazy, and even if he wanted to this morning, he didn't want to hurt the person in his arms, so he could only endure and restrain himself.
Lu Fuyue lowered her eyes slightly, temporarily suppressing the discomfort and unease in her heart. She always felt that she and Senior Brother Luo were not like this.
The tall, thousand-year-old mimosa tree outside the courtyard bloomed with many pink mimosa flowers overnight, rustling softly in the breeze.
The bells on the eaves of the corridor were also ringing.
...
Inside the side courtyard.
Looking out, through layers of white gauze, the bath pool made of white jade is located in the inner room, occupying a large area, with mist swirling around the water and abundant spiritual energy.
Luo Mingchuan carried Lu Fuyue step by step toward the bath. Just as they were about to reach it, Lu Fuyue suddenly realized something. She bit her lip and hurriedly said, "Senior brother, put me down."
"Are you alright on your own?" Luo Mingchuan paused, looking down at the woman in his arms whose face was slightly flushed, a rare mischievous smile appearing in his eyes.
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