Chapter 67. Tone down the things that make him happy. (First update)...
When Hua Deng left the Sword Immortal's Tomb with a pile of treasures, she was actually a little guilty.
After all, so many people came and went, and apart from her, they all came up empty-handed.
But she couldn't tell the truth, so she had to pretend that nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, Su Yiqing's boyfriend finally arrived, and the two were pulling and tugging at each other outside the crowd.
Su Yiqing was being pulled along by him, her face full of impatience: "Don't bother me, I want to be with my friends."
Yun Mingyu looked at her: "We haven't seen each other for three days."
Su Yiqing remained indifferent: "I thought it would take much longer, is it really necessary to make such a fuss over just three days?"
Yun Mingyu pursed her lips and said softly, "I've cooked dinner. Shall we go home and eat together?"
Su Yiqing couldn't stand his attitude the most. She angrily shook off his hand, and then helplessly turned to Hua Deng and said, "Then I'll go first."
The lanterns waved goodbye to her.
Pei Jianming, who had been squatting to one side like a quail, immediately stood up upon seeing this: "Then I..."
Hua Deng kindly invited, "Come with us, I'll give you a ride."
Pei Jianming's legs trembled, and the muscles on his face went numb.
Hua Deng followed his gaze and smiled, saying, "Are you afraid of Chen Zhou? Don't worry, although he seems aloof, he actually has a very good temper and won't do anything to you."
Pei Jianming: "???"
Are we talking about the same person?
What has blinded you? What is it?!
He had originally intended to tell Hua Deng what he had done and give him a stern rebuke, but now it seemed impossible.
Hua Deng turned and walked towards the carriage: "Get in, I'll see you off."
Pei Jianming screamed and jumped away: "No need, I just love the feeling of flying on a sword! It's so refreshing!"
After shouting, he flew away at lightning speed on his sword, leaving Hua Deng bewildered in the cold wind.
Perhaps all sword cultivators have a special affection for sword control.
Hua Deng felt she had found the truth and ran to the carriage to share it with Shen Zhou. The two leaned against each other with a cushion, and she hugged his arm and said, "If you like, you can also fly on a sword outside."
Shen Zhou: "I prefer lying in bed."
Hua Deng laughed at him: "You weren't like this before."
Even when he was in a carriage, he was always sitting and cultivating, as if lying down would kill him.
Shen Zhou threw away the doll between them, pulled her into his arms, and lazily said while resting his head against hers, "You're right, I should have done this the first time I met you."
Hua Deng turned her head and bumped into his chin: "Then I'll have to sue you for hooliganism."
Shen Zhou chuckled twice, then hugged her and closed his eyes.
Hua Deng kissed the spot where she had bumped into her earlier and asked in a low voice, "You told Yin Zejing that he found the Heavenly Jade, but that was a lie, right?"
Shen Zhou said, "Yes."
Hua Deng was silent for a moment: "So, are you happy now?"
Shen Zhou opened his eyes, pinched her chin and turned her around, raising an eyebrow: "You can do something to make me happy."
Hua Deng wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes sparkling with laughter: "What is it? How come I didn't know?"
Shen Zhou lowered his head, his nose brushing against hers, and bit her upper lip, saying, "Don't know?"
His stray hairs fell beside her face, tickling her slightly. She smiled and leaned in, turning the almost imperceptible contact into a kiss.
Thanks to his guidance, she is no longer so unfamiliar with him and has learned to flirt and play with him.
When he kissed her, he often made her breathless and even confused, but now the situation was reversed; he was extremely patient and exceptionally gentle.
Hua Deng straddled his lap, cupped his face, and kissed him deeper and deeper. His hands rested on her back, simply there, without holding her as he usually did.
But when the lantern left his lips and tried to retreat, the situation changed.
That brief tenderness shattered and vanished. The hand on her back suddenly tightened, forcing her closer to receive his deeper kiss.
He lifted her up a little higher, making it even harder for Hua Deng to break free. Strands of her hair lay between them, swaying back and forth.
Finally, Hua Deng found an opportunity, shoved him aside, and said with a laugh as she leaned back, "That's enough, that's enough. Why are you so disobedient? Good boy."
Hearing this address, Shen Zhou narrowed his eyes and pressed his hand against her swollen lips: "Hua Deng, can't you learn something good?"
The streetlights blinked, revealing clear, watery eyes: "Where have I gone wrong? Don't you think this nickname is cute? Darling, darling?"
Shen Zhou chuckled and slowly lowered her off his lap, instantly reversing their positions.
She lay on the couch, completely unaware of the danger that was about to befall her. Her eyes, reddened from being kissed, still glared at him like hooks. She said, "Okay, sweetie, stop fooling around... ah."
Suddenly she cried out in surprise and begged for forgiveness: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Shen Zhou, I will never call you that again."
The voice then softened, becoming as gentle as water, and became indistinct: "No, we're still in the carriage..."
Shen Zhou bit the sash in front of her clothes: "I've set up a barrier, no one will hear it, and no one can come in."
Hua Deng pressed down on his arm, preventing his hand from going any further, her eyes shimmering: "That won't do either, you need to tone it down."
"I didn't restrain myself?" Shen Zhou said with a half-smile. "You brought it on yourself."
He yanked the strap, and it loosened considerably. He not only covered it with his hand but also pressed his mouth against it, grabbing a bit and biting down hard.
When eating under the bright lights, aside from when I'm extremely hungry and wolf down my food, I usually enjoy savoring every bite.
But Shen Zhou is clearly an unqualified gourmet.
He would first bite a ring of teeth marks around the area, then soothe it with the tip of his tongue, gently smoothing the marks as if he were feeling sorry for the person.
As a result, the red became even redder, and the white took on a light pink tinge.
Like a blank sheet of paper covered with drawings.
The marks of his teeth and his palms were everywhere.
The streetlights soon couldn't take it anymore.
She hugged him softly, showering him with kisses—his eyes, his lips—and looked at him with teary eyes, complaining, "Okay, is that alright now?"
Shen Zhou's beautiful yet sharp eyes were half-closed, seemingly unmoved: "Being coquettish won't work."
Hua Deng chuckled, a hint of provocation on his face, and blatantly raised his knee, only to bump into something familiar.
“Being coquettish won’t work, so don’t let it get up,” she said, her voice sweet, like it was infused with fruit wine.
Shen Zhou lowered his eyelids and glanced at it with disgust.
He would never allow himself to have a weakness in this life, yet this thing always slipped out of his control whenever it was touched by the streetlights. She held it as if she were holding his handle.
A hint of malice flashed in Shen Zhou's eyes.
If it weren't for the fact that a body in the Fusion stage can regenerate infinitely, he should have chopped this thing off long ago.
Anyway, I don't like the streetlights.
Thinking this, the girl's knees gripped his and rubbed against him slowly a couple of times. An indescribable feeling welled up inside her, even more intense than last time.
Hua Deng heard the panting that escaped his throat as she wished, tapped the little guy's head with her fingertip, and said with a smile, "Don't suppress it so much, living is about accepting your desires..."
Shen Zhou remained expressionless, offering a slight, cold laugh: "Then can you accept my desires?"
Hua Deng: "..."
Hua Deng: "That's not how you ask it."
Sweat rolled down his cheeks, but Shen Zhou remained calm: "So you can't."
Hua Deng racked his brains: "You...it depends on the situation."
Shen Zhou asked, "For example?"
Hua Deng squeezed his five fingers together and said deliberately, "For example, when it gets smaller."
"..."
Shen Zhou closed his eyes and hugged her even tighter: "Your request is very special."
The lantern's hand reached around the clothes and stroked them, like stroking a naughty child.
But she knew this was not a child; beneath that docile facade lay obvious ferocity, as if a mere dissatisfaction could trigger an attack.
She could only patiently soothe it, making it more cheerful and obedient.
She lost count of how much time had passed. During that time, they changed positions, both lying on their sides, very close to each other, their breaths mingling.
Sometimes, when he was annoyed by her distraction, he would come over and kiss her, but each kiss was short, and he would let her go before she was out of breath.
The free hand of the man with the lantern wasn't very well-behaved either, groping him all over, and he didn't refuse, but would just return the touch.
The temperature inside the carriage rose without us even noticing.
The streetlights watched him.
Apart from his slightly heavier breathing and his ears turning red, there was no other expression on his face.
Whether it was my imagination or not, those eyes seemed even darker and more intense, fixed on her the entire time, without missing a beat.
She didn't see much eroticism in it, only undisguised possessiveness.
It was as if they wanted to devour her alive.
Her gaze was completely different from usual; all restraint had vanished. She was clearly dressed, yet in his eyes, it was as if she were naked.
There was no room for maneuver; they were simply seen through and taken advantage of.
Even though he was used to being stared at by him, Hua Deng couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine at this moment.
She had always known that Shen Zhou possessed a natural destructive urge, just as when he said he wanted to kill her, it wasn't always a joke. He wasn't particularly bloodthirsty, but his overwhelming power naturally gave rise to absolute fearlessness and cruelty.
Therefore, he must restrain himself, seal his heart meridian, suppress his six desires, and never relax.
But even such a man would be manipulated by her, his emotions stirred by her presence. Because he had sworn never to harm her.
Hua Deng leaned over and kissed his cheek, saying, "Chen Zhou, your hand is so sore, come out quickly."
Shen Zhou grabbed her wrist as she tried to escape: "You always do this."
Hua Deng showed no remorse and said matter-of-factly, "That's your problem, not mine."
Seeing that Shen Zhou ignored her and continued to hold her hand, she quickly said, "Hurry up, I have another gift to give you."
"Deliver it now."
"I won't, just hurry up." She was completely uncooperative.
Whenever she acts cute, Shen Zhou can't do anything about it, and she's figured that out herself.
Sure enough, Shen Zhou paused for a moment, then picked her up.
Hua Deng grabbed his shoulder and widened her eyes: "What are you doing?"
With her waist held by him, there was no way to escape.
"Didn't you tell me to hurry up?"
"...Yeah, that's right."
“Kiss me,” he said.
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