38 Chapter 38
◎Forced Kiss◎
This wasn't a suitable place for intimacy, but he still hugged her back.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
Pei Xueyan squinted her sleepy eyes, pressed her cheek against his chest, and nodded gently, her voice hoarse from just waking up: "I think I dreamt about you... I dreamt that you came to kill me with a sword. Brother, do you think this dream could be real? It felt so real, I'm so scared."
Jiang Qiye was overwhelmed with guilt and fear of loss.
Because it wasn't a dream, it was their real past experiences.
He held her tightly around the waist and whispered, "Ah Zheng, don't be afraid, no one will hurt you, never."
She looked up at him, her eyes still wet with tears, and asked, "You won't kill me, will you?"
Of course not!
Pei Xueyan pouted, feeling wronged: "Then why does it feel so real? Brother, you really didn't kill me, right? You know how much I love you. If you killed me, I couldn't beat you, and I wouldn't be able to get revenge. I could only hate you in my heart and hate you forever."
These words pierced Jiang Qiye's heart like a needle. He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.
Seeing his silence, the woman in his arms asked about something else: "Brother, did you go to see Master Zijin just now?"
"Mm." Jiang Qiye took her hand and led her back to the bedside, explaining softly, "It would be too much of a disturbance for us to stay here tonight, so we went to express our gratitude."
Pei Xueyan sat on the bed, looking at him with a somewhat complicated expression.
"What's wrong?"
"Master Jiang, I don't know why, but I'm terrified every night. My heart races, and I'm always afraid someone will take my life when I'm alone. You have no idea how afraid I am of death." Her long hair was disheveled, and her eyes were glistening with tears, making her appear even more fragile and pitiful in the night. "Tonight... could you stay here and sleep with me?"
"No." Whether it's the rules of this secluded place of cultivation or for her reputation, sleeping together is against common sense.
He added, "I'll wait for you outside the door, okay? That way I'll hear you when you call me."
Pei Xueyan lowered her eyes and nodded.
"You're so kind, thank you for treating me like this."
Jiang Qiye helped her pull back the covers and watched her lie down.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, Pei Xueyan suddenly reached out and hugged his neck, her fingertips lightly tracing his collar before slowly letting go.
Her cheeks were flushed, her breath was slightly ragged, and her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing, making her look charming and alluring with a touch of youthful innocence.
No man could resist such temptation, especially someone whose heart and soul were completely devoted to her.
But he can't do that.
This is not a dream world; he must restrain himself and follow proper etiquette, and not be disrespectful to her.
Jiang Qiye pulled her into his arms, his arms moving back and forth with restrained tension, trembling slightly.
He was enduring, enduring all the reactions of his body.
He suppressed the surging emotions within him and the urge to possess her completely.
Pei Xueyan was so tightly held by him that she could hardly breathe, and it took a while before he let go of her.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, her cheeks were rosier, and her eyes were somewhat dreamy.
She was too embarrassed to say the rest of the sentence, "Do you want to... do you want to?"
"Ah Zheng," he called softly, his voice low and restrained, "Ah Zheng, it's not too late when we become husband and wife."
Pei Xueyan reached out and touched his face, her eyes filled with an indescribable sadness. "Will you always be very, very good to me? My master once said that men become bad after marriage, so she would never marry and would play with all men. Tell me, is what she said true?"
Jiang Qiye shook his head. "I will always be good to you. If you marry me, everything I have will be yours. I will love you and protect you with my life."
She smiled slightly: "Really?"
"real."
“But you are a disciple of the Qingzong Sect, and you are obligated to help the weak and uphold justice, as well as exorcise demons. If we get married, will you still take me with you when you leave the mountain? The little bit of cultivation you passed on to me is enough for a slightly higher-level cultivator to bully me. You don’t know, I’m a very playful person, and I feel very lonely and isolated at home alone.”
“Then you’ll come with me,” Jiang Qiye replied without hesitation.
Pei Xueyan sighed: "It's so troublesome to have a mortal with you every day, especially a woman. It will also delay your work."
"It's nothing."
She let go of his hand, silently lay back on the bed, and turned her back to him: "You can go now, brother. I want to sleep."
Jiang Qiye watched her back and could clearly sense that something was wrong with her.
She was angry, or rather, her face looked terrible, or she seemed sad.
He couldn't guess why; had he said something wrong?
Seeing that she had already covered herself with the blanket and was unwilling to say more, he didn't ask any further questions, but only said in a low voice, "Call me if you need anything, I'll be right outside the door."
He took a futon and actually sat outside her room all night, waiting until dawn.
Jiang Qiye always got up very early to practice his skills, and seeing that she was fast asleep, he flew to the mountaintop to cultivate.
When he returned, he found Pei Xueyan's door still tightly closed, without any movement.
The young servants in the temple had already brought the food; it would be inappropriate for her not to get up.
"Ah Zheng, are you awake? Are you hungry?"
There was no response from inside.
Jiang Qiye thought that perhaps she was restless and didn't sleep well yesterday, so he didn't bother her any further.
He first went to greet Master Zijin.
He is going to cultivate in the deep mountains today and will probably be away for several days. It is not appropriate to disturb him here.
After a long while, the sun had risen high in the sky. He returned to the door and knocked again, but there was still no response.
Jiang Qiye's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition rose instantly. He immediately used his spiritual power to push open the door.
The person on the bed lay motionless. He rushed over in three steps and pulled Pei Xueyan into his arms.
Her forehead was burning hot, her cheeks were frighteningly red, her breath was weak, and she was on the verge of death, a far cry from the rosy cheeks of a young girl she used to have.
Jiang Qiye panicked and disregarded everything else, immediately circulating his spiritual energy to send it into her body.
"Young friend Jiang, no! Get her dressed first, then I'll take a look."
Jiang Qiye then came to his senses, quickly tidied her clothes, and carried her out of the room.
Master Zijin reached out and placed his hand on the crook of her neck. After a moment, he flicked his whisk gently.
"Young friend, she is fine. It's just that the spiritual energy you cultivate is too masculine, which her mortal body cannot withstand. Be careful in the future."
After saying that, Master Zijin disappeared into the air.
With a flick of his whisk, Master Zijin sent a wisp of warm spiritual energy into Pei Xueyan's body, and she soon slowly opened her eyes.
Jiang Qiye quickly picked her up and gently placed her back on the bed in the room.
"Ah Zheng, what's wrong?"
Pei Xueyan's voice was low and weak: "I don't know, is it possible that if I lose my cultivation, even a slight cold will kill me?"
Remembering Master Zijin's warning, Jiang Qiye dared not rashly transfer spiritual energy again, and could only say softly, "You rest here, I'll go and brew your medicine."
Pei Xueyan held his hand, "Brother, I'm so hot, what should I do? I feel so uncomfortable, do you have any way to make me feel less uncomfortable? Can you use any techniques to make me feel better?"
Jiang Qiye looked troubled and said truthfully, "The Master said that the spiritual energy I cultivate is too yang, and it might be dangerous to pass it on to you. I'll go and brew the medicine first, and you can wait patiently, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Pei Xueyan felt incredibly angry and distressed.
She burst into tears immediately.
This time she was really crying, not just pretending to be cute as before.
Tears streamed down her face. She had tortured herself yesterday, thinking he would continue to impart his cultivation, but she never expected that Master Zijin's words would ruin everything.
She nestled in his arms, sobbing, "Brother Qiye, I can't marry you. My body... I'm afraid I won't live past twenty. I originally wanted to ask Master to grant us our wish, but now... I don't want to hold you back."
She cried intermittently, sobbing incessantly.
Jiang Qiye was stunned. He was about to speak when she interrupted him with her tearful words.
She held up her finger to cover his lips to stop him from speaking.
“Brother, wait until I finish speaking.” She continued with tears in her eyes, “You are someone who can live for hundreds of years. Maybe you will still look like this when I become an old woman. These days, I am afraid every day. I am afraid that if I die, you will be alone in this world and will forget me soon? You are so good to me. I really can’t bear to part with you, but there is no way. ‘Humans and ghosts are different’, no, ‘immortals are different’. Let’s part ways here.”
Jiang Qiye hugged her even tighter.
"Don't say that."
"I want to, I want to say more." This time, her crying was genuine.
Jiang Qiye used to be able to tell that she was joking, but this time she seems genuinely heartbroken.
"Brother, let me tell you the truth. At first, I only befriended you at Qishi Mountain because you were kind to me, had good cultivation, and belonged to a reputable sect. I was just lying to you when I called you brother. I was afraid of being bullied, so I could only rely on you. I didn't dare tell you that I was Ye Xiuluo's disciple, and then... and then..." Pei Xueyan's words were truly improvisational, and she couldn't continue crying. "Then, seeing your master beat and scold you like that, knowing that I was a demon and not caring at all, I felt really bad. I couldn't let you suffer because of me."
She choked back tears, but her words flowed more smoothly, a mixture of genuine and feigned emotions delivered on the spot: "I haven't been feeling well these past few days, constantly draining your spiritual energy. I've cultivated for a long time myself, so I know how exhausting this is. Brother, I'm definitely going to be a cripple. Don't worry about me anymore, and don't love me anymore. Let me go back to Yishui Manor alone. I'll accept whatever Master does, whether he beats me or scolds me. My love for you will never change until death. When I get back, I'll send a message to Young Master Wei to dissolve the engagement, and I'll just stay at the manor as a servant, an old woman."
She wanted to continue speaking, but Jiang Qiye suddenly lowered his head and kissed her directly.
He was experienced, and his movements were filled with a long-suppressed urgency. He pried open her teeth in a few strokes and kissed her passionately.
He went straight to the point, sucking on her tongue and then teasing and biting her lips.
Pei Xueyan was completely stunned, her mind went blank. She never expected that she would be forcibly kissed by him after she went too far in playing the victim!
However, the kiss did not last long, and Jiang Qiye soon released her.
I couldn't hold back any longer and used this kiss to vent the emotions that had been building up over the past few days. After the kiss, the restlessness in my heart instantly calmed down.
Pei Xueyan stared at him, completely bewildered.
His face was full of astonishment, but in his heart he had already cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations!
"you!"
This time, the blush wasn't from illness or shyness, but from anger.
"How can you be so hypocritical? You clearly said this was a sacred place for spiritual practice and that you cared about your reputation, but now you're being so disrespectful to me, kissing me, and even biting my tongue."
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