Shen Yunzhou (single line)
Fang Li's consciousness slowly rose from the chaos.
She opened her eyes, her vision still a little blurry, but as it gradually focused, she saw four faces surrounding the tatami mat.
Ye Wuyang's eyes held a complex undercurrent, Ji Qianqiu scratched his head with a silly grin, Xie Chen chuckled lightly while fanning himself, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable, while Shen Yunzhou... as always, he stood a little distance away with his sword in his arms, his cold face revealing little emotion, only his hands tightly gripping the scabbard betraying the turmoil in his heart.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, carrying a silent question.
Fang Li's gaze slowly swept over them, finally settling on Shen Yunzhou.
She propped herself up, threw back the quilt, and stepped barefoot onto the cool ground, walking straight toward the figure holding the sword.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the others, she reached out and gently grasped Shen Yunzhou's slightly cool wrist.
"Shen Yunzhou," her voice was hoarse from just waking up, "let's go back to Lengyou Peak."
In an instant, Shen Yunzhou's usually calm and collected pupils suddenly contracted, and a surge of joy welled up in his heart!
He almost immediately gripped her hand tightly, so hard that Fang Li's fingertips ached slightly.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was deep:
"good."
Beside him, Ji Qianqiu opened his mouth in astonishment, looked at Fang Li, then at Shen Yunzhou's clasped hands, a trace of disappointment flashing across his face, but it quickly turned into a bitter smile. He scratched his head and mumbled in a deep voice, "...It's alright, it's alright, Sword Madman... truly cares for Junior Sister."
A thin layer of frost quietly covered the ground beneath Ye Wuyang's feet.
He gazed deeply at Fang Li with his icy blue eyes, a look that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, but in the end, it all turned into a deep sadness.
Without saying a word, he suddenly turned around, his clothes slicing through the air, bringing with them a chilling sensation. His figure vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving behind only a pile of ice crystals and a silent resolve.
Xie Chen paused for a moment while gently waving his jade fan, then resumed as usual. A gentle smile curved his lips, but a complex mix of understanding and faint melancholy flashed in his eyes. He said softly, "Brother Yunzhou, congratulations." His words were polite, but they couldn't hide the fleeting loneliness in them.
Little Liuli didn't care about these complicated emotions. It let out a cheerful "Awoo!" and transformed into a streak of seven-colored light, excitedly circling around Fang Li and Shen Yunzhou: "Back to Lengyou Peak! Yay! Finally, I don't have to see those guys glaring at me every day!"
On a clear morning at Lengyou Peak, Fang Li woke up in a warm embrace. When she opened her eyes, she was met with the sleeping profile of Shen Yunzhou.
The usually stern lines softened in sleep, long eyelashes drooped, and breathing became steady.
A slight stirring in her heart prompted her to raise her fingertips and lightly touch his furrowed brow.
Shen Yunzhou woke up almost immediately. His eyes opened, initially sharp, but upon recognizing her, that sharpness instantly melted away, transforming into a deep tenderness.
He didn't speak, but just watched her quietly, pulling his arms around her tighter. Then, he got up, took a wooden comb, and clumsily combed her dark black hair, trying to tie it into a simple bun.
His fingertips would occasionally snag a strand of hair, but he was extremely patient, trying again and again until he was satisfied.
Fang Li looked at his focused expression through the bronze mirror, and a slight smile unconsciously curved her lips.
At the summit of Lengyou Peak, clouds and mist swirl.
Shen Yunzhou, dressed in white, held an ancient sword and practiced his unique sword technique.
The sword light was as white as snow, sharp and deadly.
Fang Li stood quietly to one side, his body swirling with chaotic energy, mimicking various countermeasures as his sword moves changed.
Her methods were unconventional, sometimes creating dense air shields, sometimes manipulating clouds and mist to confuse the enemy, and occasionally a flash of inspiration would cause Shen Yunzhou to pause slightly in his sword-wielding movements, raise his eyebrows slightly, and let undisguised admiration flash in his eyes.
After sheathing his sword and calming his breathing, Shen Yunzhou would walk to her side and carefully explain the key points and principles of the sword moves he had just executed. His deep voice, carrying his unique cool aura, quietly blended with the soft, chaotic energy surrounding her.
Afternoon.
Warm sunlight streamed into the quiet room through the bamboo window. Shen Yunzhou sat upright before the zither table, his slender fingers plucking the strings, producing clear and ethereal music.
Fang Li leaned against the soft cushion beside him, flipping through ancient books, occasionally glancing up to exchange a glance with him.
Little Liuli curled up beside Fang Li's legs, purring softly, its tail occasionally twitching contentedly. Time passed quietly, flowing with a gentle and warm feeling.
The moonlight, like water, bathed the bamboo forest of Lengyou Peak.
Inside the bedroom, the candlelight was dim.
Shen Yunzhou gently embraced Fang Li from behind, his chin resting on the top of her head, his breath filling the air with the faint fragrance of her hair.
His long-held restraint began to crumble in the stillness. He lowered his head, his cool lips tentatively touching her delicate, sensitive neck.
Fang Li's body trembled slightly, but she did not flinch. Instead, she slowly turned around, tilted her head back, and took the initiative to kiss his slightly pursed lips.
Shen Yunzhou's breath hitched, as if he had been ignited by this sudden response.
After a brief pause, he quickly took the initiative, tightening his arms and abruptly deepening the kiss from its initial gentle touch. Their breaths became erratic as their lips intertwined.
After a long while, he forced himself to stop, slightly increasing the distance between them, their foreheads touching, their breathing heavy, their voices hoarse, filled with a long-suppressed longing: "Pear... is it alright?"
Fang Li's cheeks were flushed, and her chest rose and fell slightly.
She didn't answer, but simply stretched out her arms, gently wrapped them around his neck, and buried her burning cheeks in the crook of his neck, giving a silent affirmation through her actions.
This subtle movement caused all of Shen Yunzhou's restraint to completely crumble.
His kiss landed again, with unprecedented fervor and urgency.
As soon as the atmosphere started to heat up, Xiao Liuli cleverly covered her eyes and slipped out through the window crack with a "whoosh," thoughtfully sealing the window shut as well.
After a period of peace, Fang Li gradually noticed that the flow of spiritual energy within her body was not as smooth as before, and she occasionally felt a sense of stagnation. Although it did not affect her daily life, it made her suspicious.
That day, after the two finished their breathing exercises at the summit, Fang Li frowned slightly and said, "Yunzhou, my spiritual energy circulation seems a bit strange lately, and I often feel stagnant. I wonder what the reason is?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yunzhou's expression immediately tightened. He took her wrist, placed his fingertips on her pulse point, and carefully probed her meridians with a wisp of pure sword energy.
Soon, the solemnity on his face was replaced by shock.
He examined it repeatedly, confirming it again and again. The shock in his eyes eventually turned into uncontrollable ecstasy. The joy was so overwhelming that his usually steady hands trembled slightly.
He raised his eyes and looked at Fang Li, his voice trembling with disbelief, his eyes slightly red: "Li'er...it's a happy sign! We...we have a child!" He, who was always concise, was now somewhat incoherent.
Fang Li froze, instinctively raising her hand to touch her still flat stomach, her eyes filled with confusion and disbelief: "A child? Our... child?"
"Yes! Ours!" Shen Yunzhou could no longer contain his excitement and hugged her tightly. He buried his face in her neck with such force that his voice was muffled and choked with sobs, "Our child..." At this moment, all his pride as a swordsman, his aloofness and coldness, were shattered by this sudden happiness, leaving only the purest excitement and ecstasy of becoming a father for the first time.
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