Chapter 40 The Rain Clears and the Sky Brightens. He couldn't count how long it had been since he'd had a good night's sleep. ...
When Shen Zhou was young, he had many friends. His favorite boy was Yin Zejing, a rich young man who always wore the best clothes and used the best sword.
Yin Zejing was a stingy child who didn't like to share with others, but he thought Shen Zhou was a good person, so he was willing to share his sword manual and elixirs with him.
In Shen Zhou's completely immature mindset, friends should stay together for life. But later, Yin Zejing moved away from his hometown, supposedly because of his outstanding talent, and was chosen by his master to be given special training.
Shen Zhou cried as she saw him off, while Yin Zejing, though his eyes were red, waved and smiled, saying to him, "Don't be sad, we'll meet again. I'll be waiting for the day you come to find me!"
As he grew older, Shen Zhou, like everyone else, forgot about his childhood friend. That is, until he entered the immortal sect and met Yin Zejing, who was the chief disciple.
He is more flamboyant and spirited than he was in his youth.
On the martial arts stage under the watchful eyes of everyone, he leaped down, waving in the light: "Ah Zhou, come here quickly, Ah Zhou!"
Shen Zhou drew his sword and chased after him, calling out helplessly, "Wait for me, Ze Jing!"
Looking back carefully, it seems that he spent the rest of his life saying the same thing: "Wait for me."
He fulfilled his childhood dream, remained friends with Yin Zejing for life, and even witnessed the love between Yin Zejing and Chen Xi.
Strangely, Shen Zhou never missed such days.
As he can now, he can hardly recall anything more about Yin Zejing.
The last memory is frozen on the turbulent sea.
Holding Chen Xi's body, Yin Zejing calmly said to him, "Go, Shen Zhou."
...
"..."
After a night of torrential rain, the courtyard was quiet and secluded. At the hour of Si (9-11 AM), the sunlight was at its peak, and the golden rays pierced through the bed curtains, illuminating Chen Zhou's slowly opening dark eyes.
He rested his right hand on his forehead, silently staring at the bed curtains. The girl in his arms was still fast asleep, her fingers twisting his clothes.
She was sleeping restlessly, her clothes were haphazardly put on, and he helped her button them up after she fell asleep from exhaustion.
Shen Zhou pulled the blanket over her bare shoulders and quietly lost in thought for a while.
He had lost count of how long it had been since he had slept, let alone dreamed.
But last night, he really did fall asleep, and slept very soundly, except for that dream.
The stinging pain between my eyebrows came in waves.
Perhaps because of the dream, the pain was more intense than before. Although he didn't even flinch, his face gradually turned pale.
He was used to it and should have been able to tolerate it, but this time he suddenly didn't want to.
He put his arm around the waist of the person in his arms, embraced her from behind, buried his head in the back of her neck, and silently felt her breath.
She was sleeping soundly when she was disturbed, so she just patted her casually and mumbled, "Sweetie, I'm sleeping."
They're mistaking him for Mimi again.
Shen Zhou raised an eyebrow, feeling an urge to wake her up and see who he really was. But in the end, he didn't do it; he just pinched her waist and let out a soft hum.
The lantern rested on his arm, against his chest, his breathing was long and even, and his heartbeat was steady and rhythmic.
Listening to her pulse, Shen Zhou's headache inexplicably subsided, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
This time, he didn't dream of anyone.
"……Um?"
When Hua Deng opened her eyes, she was surprised to find that Chen Zhou was asleep. She almost thought she was still dreaming.
She and Shen Zhou faced each other, Shen Zhou's arm was around her waist, and her hand was on Shen Zhou's chest. The two of them fell asleep in this intimate posture, their breaths mingling.
Thinking about what happened last night, Hua Deng's face suddenly turned bright red.
They actually...
However, they were originally Daoist partners, even if they were fake Daoist partners, they were still Daoist partners.
Hua Deng tried to comfort herself by trying to pull away from his embrace. However, he held her too tightly, and her body was sore and weak that she had almost no strength left.
Especially her thighs, probably because Shen Zhou had forcibly held her legs open last night and wouldn't let her close them, so she always felt a little awkward.
Hua Deng remembered clearly that when she inadvertently looked down, she saw his large hand tightly holding her snow-white skin under her peach-pink dress, leaving a red mark.
And the other hand—
Hua Deng quickly stopped thinking about it.
Calm down, calm down. As someone who has received a civilized education, she should be used to this kind of thing happening.
but.
She glanced at Chen Zhou discreetly, still feeling surprised.
This is the first time in two whole months that I've seen Shen Zhou sleeping. Could it be that he has really been possessed?
She propped herself up on her elbow, half of her body, and quietly gazed at the man sleeping soundly in the sunlight.
His sleeping appearance was completely different from when he was awake. His thick, dark eyelashes closed, concealing his indifferent eyes and making his handsome features and beautiful lines more noticeable.
At this moment, he was not so sharp, and even showed a bit of docility.
Only then could Hua Deng truly realize that the little boy he had only glimpsed in his memories had indeed grown into the cold and powerful man before him.
As she gazed at him, she suddenly met a pair of dark eyes, which held a hint of languor that made her heart skip a beat.
The streetlights instantly distanced themselves from him.
Shen Zhou smiled and subconsciously patted her back gently, just as he had done the night before, asking in a deep voice, "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"
He should have kept quiet, because mentioning the streetlights brought back all that messy stuff, and his face, which had finally calmed down, started burning again.
"No, I slept perfectly," she insisted.
To prevent Shen Zhou from asking further questions, she quickly changed the subject, turning the focus to him: "But why were you asleep too?"
Chen Zhou yawned, leaned against the headboard, and said nonchalantly, "Can't I sleep?"
Hua Deng found it amusing and nodded perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, yes, my bed is very big, you can sleep wherever you like."
After the two got up, Hua Deng recalled the things she needed to do recently.
The Immortal Sect Competition isn't over yet, and she needs to continue preparing for it. After all, she wasn't joking when she said she wanted to win first place.
Today, Shen Zhou was unusually free. Instead of cultivating, he gave her pointers on cultivation techniques.
I don't know if it's just the streetlights, but he seemed more relaxed and easier to talk to today.
For example, when she was practicing, she would deliberately slack off, and Shen Zhou would not force her. He would just sit down next to her and say, "We'll continue after you've rested."
She used the same move incorrectly twice, and Shen Zhou simply said, "Not bad, you've improved this time."
Hua Deng: Could it be that he has really been possessed?
Moreover, Shenzhou spaced out more often today than usual.
As he lay back in the wicker chair and looked up at the sky, Hua Deng leaned close to him and whispered, "Chen Zhou, what's wrong?"
Shen Zhou, still gazing at the sky, said casually, "Headache."
"Ah?" Hua Deng tensed up. "When did it start hurting?"
"I can't remember." Shen Zhou's voice was low and weary. "Why does it hurt?"
The last sentence seems to be a soliloquy, yet also a question directed at someone.
Hua Deng hesitated for a moment, then quietly reached out and touched his temple.
Shen Zhou paused for a moment, but did not stop her. He turned to look at her.
Under his gaze, Hua Deng earnestly massaged his acupoints, looking very diligent.
Shen Zhou laughed and pressed her hand down: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Hua Deng didn't believe it: "Really?"
Shen Zhou said, "Really, it didn't hurt that much to begin with."
Hua Deng finally breathed a sigh of relief: "You can come to me whenever you have a headache in the future. I have a lot of experience in this area."
Shen Zhou glanced at her, raised his hand and tapped her on the head, laughing amidst her cry of pain, "This kind of experience?"
Hua Deng: "...Don't dodge! Let me fight back!"
Shen Zhou grabbed her wrist and burst into laughter.
Unable to reach him with the streetlights, she kicked him instead, giving him a hard kick to the shin, and looked at Shen Zhou triumphantly.
Shen Zhou raised an eyebrow and said, "Fine, teach your apprentice and you'll starve your master."
Hua Deng humbly replied, "Not at all, not at all."
Only after she finished speaking did she realize that Shen Zhou still hadn't let go. His hand, accustomed to wielding a sword, gripped her wrist tightly; the knuckles were distinct and long.
It must be admitted that Shen Zhou has an extremely strong learning ability, and the feeling it brings is far more gratifying than anything else.
……what to do.
She simply couldn't look at it the same way.
Frustrated, she tried to pull her hand away, when she suddenly heard Chen Zhou's voice, a half-smile on his face, ask, "What are you thinking about?"
Hua Deng suddenly snapped out of her daze and immediately retorted, "What's it to you? I wasn't thinking about you!"
"Tsk," Shen Zhou said, "Focus on and keep practicing."
This time, Hua Deng dared not leave the courtyard again and spent the whole day practicing martial arts with Shen Zhou.
When it was almost completely dark, she put away her jade fan and slowly walked over to Chen Zhou's side.
"Um..." she cleared her throat.
Shen Zhou lay back in the wicker chair, turned to her, and lazily asked, his eyes narrowed, "Hmm?"
The streetlights blinked: "Should I take my medicine?"
Shen Zhou's head suddenly throbbed with pain again.
He paused for a moment, then stood up and said, "Yes."
He followed the streetlights back to the familiar house, casually closing the door behind him. The lights came on, just like last night.
Hua Deng took out the medicine bottle, stared at it for a while, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and swallowed two pills.
Shen Zhou watched from the side, his expression calm.
He rarely doubted his own decisions, but now he couldn't help but wonder if his actions last night were correct.
It seems that the more I interact with her, the more I realize that I am a monster.
The closer he got to her, the more he wanted to kill her; it was uncontrollable.
Hua Deng quickly became upset and tugged at his sleeve, asking, "Can't you improve this prescription?"
“It has been improved.” Shen Zhou lowered his eyes. “Originally, you should have lost all your spiritual power, but now you just need to endure it for a little while.”
He braced one leg against the bed, wanting to continue what he had done the night before.
However, Hua Deng, like a startled cat, quickly shrank to the other side of the bed, turned her head and said, "I...I don't want you to come!"
Shen Zhou's movements stopped.
He straightened up, his shadow falling on the streetlights, his backlit eyes brewing unknown waves, obscuring his vision.
Hua Deng was still trying to reason with him: "Didn't you say that I can choose any cultivator in the world?"
She certainly didn't really want to find someone else, but she felt she should give Shen Zhou a sense of crisis about being fired, so that he wouldn't be as unscrupulous as he was last night, tormenting her to the point of exhaustion.
Shen Zhou looked at her: "Did I say that?"
Hua Deng snapped, "I already said that! Why are you going back on your word!"
Shen Zhou remained expressionless: "You've got it wrong."
Hua Deng was stunned by his shamelessness. She threw off the covers, stormed out of bed, and said, "I don't care, I'm going to find someone else, you..."
Her ears turned slightly red, and she whispered, "You went too far last night."
As she landed and was about to put on her shoes, an arm silently reached across her waist and easily pulled her back.
Hua Deng's back pressed against his chest, and she was still a little dazed when he pushed her down onto the bed.
“Too much?” His tone was casual, but Hua Deng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if he sensed some kind of danger.
“But your reaction tells me you like it,” he said slowly.
He gently moved his fingers and whispered against the back of her neck, "Just like this."
A gasp escaped Hua Deng's throat, her eyes reddening as she said, "Be gentle..."
Shen Zhou smiled slightly and agreed very easily: "Okay."
Now he has no doubts.
No one but him can get close to the lights.
Those people all deserve to die: Pei Duyun, Duan Yi, Tang Yifeng, they all do.
The waves surged again, and the lights quickly sank into the waves he had stirred up. He knelt on both knees, his back trembling.
Having learned from yesterday's experience, he found the method that would elicit the strongest reaction from her with almost no effort.
Hua Deng's eyes were unfocused, her expression dazed, and she gripped the sheets tightly. Suddenly, she heard him ask in her ear, "Do you like anything else?"
"Hmm?" she managed to utter through broken moans.
“I read in the book that there are many other things we can use.” He studied diligently, like a studious student. “For example, this.”
Hua Deng shuddered, her toes snapping to attention: "What did you put out...!"
Shen Zhou chuckled and said, "You think the Flood Dragon Pearl is beautiful?"
...She turned around and tore all those books up!
Hua Deng said uncomfortably, "Take it out."
Seeing that Shen Zhou wouldn't listen, she grabbed his arm, whose veins were bulging, and whimpered, "I want you, not this..."
Shen Zhou paused for a few seconds, then suddenly increased the force of his movements.
"Stop... I didn't mean it like this..." Hua Deng shook her head in confusion, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall.
Shen Zhou ignored her and simply asked, "Do you want me or someone else?"
The lanterns refused to answer.
Shen Zhou smiled and said, "Aren't you going to find someone else? Let's go like this."
He waved his hand, and a curtain of water appeared in front of him, clearly showing everything on the bed.
Hua Deng's pupils contracted sharply, her first thought being—she forgot to cover Chen Zhou's eyes today.
She snapped angrily, "Turn around!"
"I didn't see anything." On the water screen, Shen Zhou's eyes were indeed closed. "Then what about you? What did you see?"
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