After spending another day in Cangnan City, the two packed up and checked out early the next morning.
On his way home, Shang Yan still hadn't given up on the idea of getting Zhou Ping to beat him up.
“Let’s have a duel when we get back,” Shang Yan said seriously. “I’ve recently hit a bottleneck in my cultivation and haven’t been able to advance.”
Zhou Ping remained silent for a moment, then slowly retorted, "What bottleneck have you encountered that requires me to beat you up?"
"Not necessarily, just trying it out..." Maybe he'll break through while he's being beaten?
Who can say for sure about such things?
Zhou Ping still didn't budge. He was afraid that if he agreed to the duel, the duel would turn into a break in their friendship once the fight was over.
Who could stand this?
He simply couldn't accept this outcome.
Moreover, given Shang Yan's personality, he is very likely to do such a thing.
Zhou Ping firmly shook his head and refused, "I won't fight you..."
"I can't beat them," he said after a long pause, finally admitting defeat.
Shang Yan: ?
019, who was watching the show from the sidelines, [?]
019 silently muttered, "[A Boundless Realm cultivator can't beat a Pool Realm trash like you? That's the funniest joke I've heard all year.]"
Shang Yan blushed slightly after hearing what 019 said.
“Why don’t you fight me again? I promise I won’t do anything after the fight…” He reached out and tugged at Zhou Ping’s sleeve. “Let’s give it a try.”
Zhou Ping:......
Seeing Shang Yan pleading with him, Zhou Ping was the first to give in. He sighed and said his only request, "We can't break off our friendship."
"Okay." Seeing that Zhou Ping had agreed, Shang Yan quickly nodded in agreement, afraid that he might change his mind at any moment.
By the time the two of them arrived in Xijin City, it was already afternoon.
Zhou Ping first took Shang Yan back, and the two agreed to meet up the next afternoon to find a secluded place for a friendly sparring session.
After returning to the rustic restaurant, Zhou Ping took a shower and relaxed on the bed.
He didn't sleep well that night; he had a dream.
In the dream, Shang Yan rushed towards him as soon as she saw him.
Zhou Ping couldn't help but silently open his arms and hug the person tightly.
"Wife, wife...you are my wife..." Shang Yan's feelings remained unchanged even in his dreams.
However, Zhou Ping frowned slightly after hearing the repeated calls of "wife," sensing that something was amiss.
Shang Yan seemed to sense something, and then slowly and cautiously asked, "Could it be that you are my...husband?"
Zhou Ping finally smiled, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Shang Yan tilted her head slightly. "Don't you like me calling you that? You're ignoring me."
Even in his dream, Zhou Ping still explained somewhat flusteredly, "No."
He was probably too fond of her, so he didn't know how to respond, and his heart was pounding rapidly in his chest.
In the dream, Shang Yan said he wanted to sleep with him that night, but Zhou Ping tried to refuse for a while and failed.
That evening, after Shang Yan finished showering, Zhou Ping was about to get up to take a shower when his wrist was grabbed.
"What's wrong... Shangyan?"
After saying this, he lowered his eyes and looked at Shang Yan lying on the bed. Shang Yan was acting strangely today... Zhou Ping couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.
"Are you going to take a shower?" Shang Yan asked an idiotic question.
“…Hmm.” Zhou Ping tugged at his hand, trying to pull it away.
"Can you take me with you?" Shang Yan asked, looking at him hopefully.
Zhou Ping, "..."
Even in his dreams, Shang Yan remained... as always.
“No, we can’t be together.” Zhou Ping shook his head resolutely. Even in his dreams, he would protect his chastity.
Yes, Zhou Ping already knew he was dreaming.
However, he did not want to wake up.
He dreamt of Shangyan... and he didn't reject it.
"Then you wash while I watch, so it doesn't count as washing together," Shang Yan continued, making another startling statement.
Zhou Ping:......
"Didn't you finish washing?" His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he lowered his eyelids, obscuring his facial expression.
“Yes, that’s why I’m not washing. I’ll just watch you wash,” Shang Yan said, making a lot of sense.
He even got out of bed, reached out and grabbed Zhou Ping's shirt, and began to unbutton it.
"!" Zhou Ping grabbed his hand suddenly. "What are you doing..."
What are they doing? Why are they tearing his clothes?
"I'll help you take off your clothes. Aren't you going to take a shower?" Shang Yan's hand was held down, and he blinked innocently before silently withdrawing his hand.
"Can't I?" he asked, tilting his head in confusion.
Zhou Ping's clear eyes reflected his somewhat boyish and handsome face, and he was momentarily stunned.
During those few seconds of Zhou Ping's silence, Shang Yan took it as tacit consent and quickly pulled down Zhou Ping's pants.
"Shang Yan!!!" Zhou Ping didn't expect him to pull his pants down so directly. He quickly bent down to pull them up.
But he was stopped by a hand; Shang Yan hugged him and held his leg.
"Are you angry?" he asked cautiously, even rubbing his cheek against Zhou Ping's thigh in a pleading manner. "Actually, I didn't mean to..."
Zhou Ping was now clutching his pants with one hand and pushing Shang Yan's face with the other. For the first time, he felt...so powerless.
It's impossible to push it open!
"Shangyan, let go, I'm not angry..." Helpless, he could only coax her gently.
"..." Shang Yan didn't speak. He slowly put his hand on Zhou Ping's waist, explored upwards, and then gradually moved downwards.
Zhou Ping froze on the spot, watching the person hugging him become increasingly brazen. His ears turned bright red, and he could only manage a dry, stammering, "No..."
When Shang Yan's hand reached down to his lower abdomen, Zhou Ping suddenly grabbed his hand and shoved him onto the bed.
...
It was still dark outside when Zhou Ping suddenly opened his eyes.
He took a deep breath, reached out and covered his pounding chest, still somewhat dazed.
How could I... have such a dream?
The next day, Shang Yan woke up early and immediately sent several messages to Zhou Ping, but Zhou Ping had not replied by noon.
At this moment, Shang Yan realized that something was wrong.
"Is the restaurant very busy?" It's almost the end of the year, so the restaurant shouldn't be too busy. What has Zhou Ping been doing?
Shang Yan thought with some doubt.
Little did he know that ever since Zhou Ping had a dream yesterday, he had been frequently distracted upon waking up, and he was too afraid to see Shang Yan, not even to reply to a message.
Whenever Zhou Ping saw Shang Yan's chat box, the scene from his dream last night would involuntarily appear before his eyes.
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