Chapter 139
Lu Yichen didn't pursue the matter of the fist anymore. Instead, he looked at the portrait and stared intently at Yan Chuyao. His meaning was clear: he was not prepared to give up ownership of the portrait.
Yan Chuyao gritted his teeth, completely ignoring Lu Yichen. He flipped over and jumped onto the altar, took down the painting, rolled it up, and jumped back to the ground before heading straight for the secret passage.
Lu Yichen directly reached out and blocked Yan Chuyao's path.
Yan Chuyao looked at Lu Yichen expressionlessly, "What do you want?"
For the first time since childhood, the two best friends have fallen out. Before today, no one could have imagined that this day would come.
“Sharing the portrait.” Lu Yichen smiled. Of course, he also wanted to keep the painting to himself, but he knew it was impossible.
Yan Chuyao remained silent for a moment. Their eyes met, one cold and aloof, the other arrogant, but both eyes held a chilling intent and a determination to win.
In the end, the two decided to share the portrait of the beauty.
The next day, the two jointly bought a villa so that they could put both their names on the property deed.
They even reserved a room specifically for displaying paintings, intending to decorate it like an ancient woman's boudoir. In addition, the entire floor was dedicated to the goddesses depicted in the paintings, and they prepared residences for the portraits as if they were real people.
The two moved into the house as soon as it was finished, and it's easy to imagine that this will be their permanent residence until they get married.
Of course, neither Yan Chuyao nor Lu Yichen planned to get married. They were both secretly waiting for the other to get married so that they could monopolize the villa and the painting.
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Rong Rong has already moved into the villa. After all that fuss, the two of them have finally settled down. Rong Rong is eager to get started on her mission.
"We need to hurry up and absorb some yang energy to improve our cultivation so we can go out for a stroll!" 666 clapped its hands. It didn't care whether it went out or not; it was just afraid that its host would get bored.
That night, after midnight, when everyone was asleep, Rong Rong flew out of the painting and came to Lu Yichen's room.
The room was clean and simple, not too cold or quiet, but not too noisy either. There were two computers on the desk and a bookshelf covering an entire wall was filled with books.
Lu Yichen was completely sunken into the bed, covered with a thin blanket. The air conditioner was blowing cold air continuously, so even in the sweltering summer, he still couldn't feel the heat.
Rong Rong moved a little closer, and Lu Yichen, who was asleep, suddenly frowned and wrapped the blanket around himself more tightly.
"Did I make him cold?" Rong Rong smiled, but made no attempt to avoid him, and went straight to the bedside.
She looked down at the male protagonist of this world; although he was 20 years old, he still looked like a teenager.
A sharp chin, perfect facial contours, high brow bones, and thick eyebrows.
The distance between his eyebrows and eyes is slightly close, giving him a sharp look. His long bangs make his eyebrows appear and disappear, making him look like he stepped out of a comic book at first glance.
A face that looks like it came straight out of a comic book – that's probably what Lu Yichen looks like.
Rong Rong stared at the other person for a long time without making a move, and only then did she realize that she seemed to be unable to absorb people's yang energy.
Was she taking a deep breath? Rong Rong leaned down, got close to Lu Yichen's neck, and took a deep breath.
Lu Yichen quickly turned his head and hid to the side.
"Hmm, it's useless." Rong Rong straightened up and looked up to think. At this moment, she regretted not learning more martial arts techniques in her previous life.
"So, does this 'absorbing yang to replenish yin' and improve cultivation mean that two people have to be inseparable and lovey-dovey?" 666 asked, covering her eyes with her little hands and looking pale.
Rong Rong's eyes widened suddenly, her face full of surprise.
"Didn't the original plot say that the original owner always wanted to be intimate with the male lead?" 666 added.
Rong Rong thought about it carefully and shook her head. "That's not right, is it? The original owner never got the male lead. In the end, the male lead only tricked the original owner into coming out by pretending to agree to be intimate with her, which made the original owner fall into the trap set by the masters."
"The original owner absorbed the male lead's yang energy without having any intimate contact with him, so there must have been a method."
After speaking, Rong Rong looked down at Lu Yichen again, deciding to try again.
This time, Rong Rong simply leaned down and lay on Lu Yichen's chest. She carefully moved closer to Lu Yichen's shoulder and looked up at him.
Unbeknownst to Rong Rong, her face was pale and her lips were blood-red. She still possessed that dazzling beauty, but now she had an added touch of allure, making her beauty unique and even more bewitching and seductive.
In the dead of night, demonic energy arose, a chilling wind howled, and it sucked human blood.
Finally, Rong Rong pressed her lips to Lu Yichen's neck, and Lu Yichen instantly shivered.
But Rong Rong was no longer paying attention to any of this at this point, perhaps out of bodily instinct, or perhaps because this 'Tang Monk's flesh' was truly delicious.
Rong Rong was completely absorbed in it. She gently and closely sucked on the skin under her lips. The feeling was wonderful, like eating big mouthfuls of fragrant roasted meat when you are extremely hungry.
It's satisfying, comfortable, and makes you want to keep playing.
Gradually, Rong Rong felt a warm current flowing into her body, coursing through her limbs and bones. She could clearly feel that her body had gained strength and a more solid feel, no longer as light and airy as before.
It works! Rong Rong's eyes lit up, and she absorbed the yang energy even more forcefully.
She would occasionally change locations, kissing Lu Yichen from his chin to his collarbone, and even pulled off the blanket, pulled open Lu Yichen's collar, and kissed his shoulder.
She enjoyed the feeling more and more until she inadvertently looked up and met Lu Yichen's dark eyes.
Rong Rong paused, then reflexively reached out and covered Lu Yichen's eyes.
You can't see me, you can't see me.
Rong Rong muttered self-deceptive words, and then kissed Lu Yichen's earlobe.
Lu Yichen lay there, secretly mocking himself for being so despicable as to have a sensual dream about his goddess.
Despite the criticism, he really liked it and became addicted to it.
He stretched out his body, remaining quiet and still, savoring the goddess's kiss. The feeling was wonderful; it seemed as if she was kissing him, yet it also seemed as if she wasn't.
It was ethereal and intangible, without any tangible reality; only that mysterious, itchy, and cool sensation told him that the goddess was indeed kissing him.
Even though he felt light and airy, wherever that special sensation came from, his skin felt like it was on fire, burning him with a tingling, numb sensation all over his body.
Furthermore, he didn't know why the goddess gave him such a cold feeling, a chill that cut to the bone and penetrated to the marrow.
It was this extreme contrast of hot and cold that subjected his body and mind to extraordinary stimulation.
Gradually, he became dissatisfied with such simple contact. He slowly reached out and stroked the goddess's back, but unfortunately, he only missed.
He paused for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating laugh.
It was just a dream, what else could he possibly want to do?
Lu Yichen decided to stop thinking about it. His mind began to feel hazy. He didn't know how long his dream lasted. In his daze, he only remembered that a faint fragrance lingered around his nose.
Moreover, the fragrance grew stronger and stronger, becoming increasingly addictive.
It's like a potent sedative, making it irresistible.
This was Lu Yichen's last thought before he completely lost consciousness.
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