Chapter 143
Yan Chuyao could clearly see Lu Yichen's changes, but he just watched coldly to see what kind of trouble Lu Yichen was up to.
That evening, Lu Yichen took a bath, styled his hair, changed into his newly bought pajamas, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes shortly afterward.
When midnight came, all was quiet.
Rong Rong left the painting again and came to Lu Yichen's room, this time appearing in physical form.
Rong Rong didn't rush to act, but quietly watched the male protagonist, as if to make sure he was sound asleep.
After a while, Rong Rong slowly leaned down and moved closer to the male lead's neck.
It's getting closer, closer and closer.
Rong Rong's inner cravings instantly awakened, her whole body clamoring to absorb yang energy.
She took a deep breath, as if she could smell the aroma of meat, and her red lips parted slightly, about to bite down. Suddenly, her neck twisted, and Rong Rong paused slightly. She inadvertently looked up and met Lu Yichen's obsidian-like eyes again.
This time, Rong Rong didn't try to cover people's eyes, because today those eyes were full of clarity.
Lu Yichen wasn't asleep! He was awake!
Alarm bells rang in Rong Rong's mind, her pupils contracted, and she was about to get up when Lu Yichen reflexively opened his arms and hugged her tightly.
With a dazed look on his face and disbelief on his face, Lu Yichen took a long time to react, thinking he was dreaming. He pinched his arm hard and felt the pain before he realized that he had really hugged the goddess, unlike last night when he had only ended up empty-handed.
Overwhelmed with joy, Lu Yichen released Rong Rong. Rong Rong turned to leave, but Lu Yichen grabbed her wrist again.
"Are you a demon from the painting?"
The sound was joyful, without the slightest fear or disgust, unlike the reaction I had expected.
Rong Rong paused, then turned around curiously, "Why can't it be an immortal?"
Despite saying this, Rong Rong didn't care about Lu Yichen's answer at all. She only carefully observed Lu Yichen's expression to confirm his attitude.
Lu Yichen: ......
Can he say which fairy would absorb yang energy?
Of course not!
"A fairy in a painting?" Lu Yichen immediately changed his tune.
Rong Rong was quite satisfied. Since Lu Yichen neither feared nor rejected her, she decided to stay for the time being.
Being alone for too long is really boring; it's good to have someone to talk to.
"What were you trying to do just now?" Lu Yichen asked softly, then secretly held his breath, as if anticipating something.
"Cultivation," Rong Rong said openly.
“Cultivation?” Lu Yichen frowned. “I thought you were going to absorb yang energy.”
Lu Yichen spoke the last few words very softly, as if afraid that Rong Rong would hear them, but he managed to make sure that Rong Rong could hear them.
Rong Rong immediately snorted, speaking with righteous indignation, "I didn't even touch you, so how is that considered 'extraction'?"
Lu Yichen didn't speak, but looked down at his shoulder, where the collar didn't completely cover the hickey, revealing half of it.
Rong Rong blushed instantly, and her arrogant expression disappeared. She hesitated before speaking, "I just... I only took a few breaths."
As she spoke, Rong Rong extended her thumb and forefinger, making a very small gesture, "Just a little bit."
She looked so adorable that Lu Yichen couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Is it good for you?"
Although his mother had already told him about his physical condition, Lu Yichen still wanted to hear the goddess say it herself. Perhaps he wanted to confirm that he was useful to the goddess.
"Yes, it can increase cultivation level." Rong Rong nodded, while Lu Yichen silently breathed a sigh of relief.
I can't quite tell if I feel disappointed or happy, but the feeling of being anxious about losing something has definitely lessened.
"Look, I can show myself now, I have a body." Rong Rong got up and spun around a few times with a happy smile, her hair and skirt fluttering, just like Lu Yichen's mood at this moment.
Lu Yichen's heart pounded, his cheeks flushed, and he gazed intently at Rong Rong before slowly lying back down on the bed and closing his eyes.
"Come on! Let's train!"
His voice was hoarse, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked like he was ready to be picked at will.
Rong Rong stopped and looked over curiously. The handsome young man, whose looks were simply irresistible, was right in front of her.
But in reality, this is not only a handsome young man, but also a truly delicious and fragrant food!
The saying "Tang Monk's flesh is not an exaggeration" is true!
Rong Rong's index finger was twitched, and with a "woof!" she unceremoniously plopped down on Lu Yichen.
Lu Yichen's lips curled slightly, his whole body trembling with excitement. He suppressed his urge to hug the goddess and simply acted like a wooden doll.
Rong Rong sucked directly on Lu Yichen's neck, and in an instant, Lu Yichen felt as if he had been electrocuted, his whole body going numb.
Having a physical form is indeed different from not having one, Lu Yichen thought to himself. All the romance of yesterday was just a fantasy, but today is a real and intimate embrace.
Lu Yichen savored the soft, moist touch, inhaling the alluring fragrance that captivated him.
Rong Rong gradually got into it, letting loose and feeling warm all over, just like when she soaked in the spiritual spring water in her previous life.
Just as the indoor temperature was gradually rising and Rong Rong's actions were becoming increasingly outrageous, a sudden shout rang out, "What are you doing?"
Rong Rong jolted awake and quickly stood up, turning around to look. She was caught off guard and met Yan Chuyao's furious face.
The next second, Rong Rong disappeared from the spot and quickly returned to the painting.
Yan Chuyao stood there stiffly, still in the same position as when he opened the door.
The anger on his face gradually disappeared, slowly turning into shock and disbelief.
But he quickly turned around and ran towards the third floor, and Lu Yichen's urgent calls behind him were left further and further away.
Without pausing, Yan Chuyao ran quickly to the portrait. He was panting heavily as he stared intently at it. The portrait was hanging quietly on the wall as always, without any signs of being moved or altered.
Undeterred, Yan Chuyao asked gruffly, "Is it you?"
He stared intently at the portrait, not blinking an eye. If the portrait changed even slightly, it would not escape his notice.
Unfortunately, nothing happened for a long time.
Yan Chuyao waited for a long time before finally leaving, unwilling to give up.
He had just left when Rong Rong dropped the jade rabbit and patted her chest hard. However, before she could catch her breath, Yan Chuyao burst through the door and returned in a dramatic fashion.
Rong Rong instantly assumed her previous posture, and silence, an absolute silence, filled the room...
One second, two seconds, three seconds, and after a minute had passed, Rong Rong suddenly blinked.
Oh no! Her jade rabbit isn't in her arms!!!
"Hehe." A low chuckle escaped her lips. "Got you! Goddess?"
Yan Chuyao's excited, thrilled, and unruly youthful voice exploded in Rong Rong's ears.
Rong Rong blushed, then decided to give up entirely, disappearing under the tree in a flash and hiding in a distant pavilion, refusing to come out again.
Yan Chuyao: ......
Yan Chuyao: !!!
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