Chapter 43 My Legs Are Numb
The old ancestor was determined to die.
Di Jiang's hands were very beautiful, clean and slender with distinct joints. His hands were always cold, so cold that Duan Jiuyou shivered.
She looked up at him; he was still sitting on the edge of the bathtub. He lowered his eyes, his cool gaze revealing a subtle allure.
"What's wrong?"
A man like him seems to have a natural talent for seduction; even the shadows cast on her become intriguing.
The touch of his fingers, which were holding mine, was both cool and warm; the coolness was in my hand, but my heart was in turmoil!
Duan Jiuyou had never felt this tense before. He turned his head away, trying to break free from his grasp, staring at his knees, racking his brains for an excuse—
"My legs are numb."
She first used the hand he wasn't holding to hit him, and after a few times, she tried to switch to the other hand he was holding.
Di Jiang tightened his grip, leaving her no way out, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He wasn't about to let her escape so easily.
Duan Jiuyou was so embarrassed! She didn't know why the two of them had become so ambiguous. She had just asked him casually if he wanted to sleep, and he said "sleep." How could such a simple word have made her so flustered?
She pondered wildly, and actually found the reason.
He was dressed too scantily! She was already lustful, and the atmosphere became awkward as soon as it was set. She glanced at Di Jiang quickly, and he seemed to be the same as usual, except that his clothes were more revealing than usual and his eyes seemed to be pulling at her. There was nothing else different about him.
Duan Jiuyou thought that this flirtatious behavior might be a case of her misinterpreting things. Not wanting him to notice anything amiss, she puffed out her chest, stood up, and said, "Let's go to sleep!"
To show that his heart was also pure, Duan Jiuyou even gripped Di Jiang's hand tightly, as if he had suddenly gained a sworn brother from a different father.
Di Jiang knew that she had strange thoughts and always had some messy ideas, so he smiled faintly and followed her lead out of the bath room.
As night deepened, the inner disciples forgot to light lamps, leaving the place pitch black and transporting one to another realm.
Duan Jiuyou led Di Jiang swiftly, and the intense atmosphere made her heart flutter. She dared not look back at him, and only focused on walking, her sky-blue skirt seeming to "curl up waves" at her feet.
Di Jiang walked with his usual pace, but Duan Jiuyou, with her short legs, could only take one step for every two of his. She walked with great effort, and her long hair, which was draped over her body, bounced up and down as if it were working together with its owner.
Seeing the two figures emerge hand in hand, the disciples wisely refrained from coming out, secretly observing and exchanging their impressions in hushed tones.
"The Ancestor and the Wolf Lord are indeed involved!"
"Is there even a question? They're all like that now."
"What?!"
Duan Jiuyou had amazing hearing; he lifted her skirt with one hand and was about to grab someone from the bushes.
She forgot that her other hand was still in Di Jiang's grasp, and was pulled back as soon as she leaned out.
Why bother getting angry with them?
She was pulled so hard she stumbled and her body slammed into his arms. Duan Jiuyou was unusually sensitive tonight; she got close for a moment, then immediately pulled away.
"It's all your fault!"
The disciples scattered like birds, which angered Duan Jiuyou so much that he turned his head away.
She was so beautiful, every frown and anger she wielded exuded charm.
All the celestial fairies in the heavenly realm consider slenderness to be beautiful, but she alone has become plump and round. She seems to have long abandoned the image of being ethereal and otherworldly. She is delicate and pretty, fair and radiant. Her face, after bathing, has a pearly pink hue that makes people want to get close to her.
He looked at her calmly, his mind becoming more active and his patience increasing.
"Yes, it's my fault."
He admitted all his mistakes, which actually made it impossible for her to continue making a fuss.
"Go back quickly."
She walked faster and faster, refusing to hold hands this time, and walked quickly ahead on her own. It was as if she had overcome many obstacles to finally reach the bedchamber.
When I got back, it was even more of a headache!
The disciples, thinking themselves sensible, had prepared the atmosphere in advance.
The bedding on the small couch had been removed, and two soft pillows had been added to the large bed. The candlelight in the hall was dim, with only two light gauze lamps remaining, making it even more suggestive than the steamy bath room before!
Duan Jiuyou took a deep breath, wondering who was responsible for this mess! There was only one blanket? Even she, with her "open and honest" attitude, felt that this arrangement was inappropriate.
"I'll bring another one." She turned and walked outside.
Di Jiang stood still, and spoke calmly as they passed each other.
"No need, the blanket is big enough, and the bed is big enough."
Duan Jiuyou watched him walk to the bedside, half-lying down and half-leaning to one side, just as relaxed as when the two of them shared a bed. He looked tired, probably because he hadn't slept well before.
Duan Jiuyou thought to himself, "How could you possibly know the dangers of a man and a woman sleeping in the same bed!"
Thinking that he hadn't experienced these things, he swallowed his words back.
She looked at the large bed in front of her and began to struggle with her inner conflict.
First of all, the bed is indeed large enough. It was made from a single piece of original Ling jade that she brought back from Sweet Dream Mountain. When the two of them lie down separately, there is still room for two or three people to lie in between.
Secondly, she felt that Di Jiang wouldn't be dishonest; after so many times they had slept in the same bed, he had always been a gentleman. On the contrary, she was the one with a more unrestrained sleeping posture, often waking up while holding him.
As for herself—she suffers from a strange illness that naturally makes her averse to such things. Even if tonight is a bit odd, it's just because of the atmosphere. As long as she calms down, nothing will go wrong.
"Then go to sleep."
Old Master Duan was exceptionally intelligent and quickly convinced himself.
She lifted her skirt and climbed onto the bed, even looking somewhat pleased: "To share a bed with the emperor is such an honor, not every subject gets to experience such a wonderful thing."
She said, “I’ll sleep inside, and you can sleep outside. I like to sleep next to the wall. Enjoy my Cloud Dream Bed. It’s a soft jade bed. It looks like a stone, but it’s actually softer than a cloud. There’s nothing better than it.”
Seeing that she was becoming more and more open-minded, Di Jiang knew he couldn't let things continue like this, but before that, he needed to figure out something.
He said, "Jiuyou, how did you get along with those fellow immortals?"
...
"What, fellow immortal?"
Duan Jiuyou's face stiffened. He hadn't expected him to bring up the old topic again and bring up the previous issue. He casually grabbed a pillow and threw it to Di Jiang.
"You can use this as a pillow."
"It was your former lover," Di Jiang said slowly. "You just said that you never had any intimate behavior with those fellow immortals. Were you usually focused on cultivating the Dao?"
If one were truly that diligent, one wouldn't be unable to remember even the most basic spell, the Forgetfulness Mantra.
He propped his head up with his hand, pressing down on the pillow, as if he were just chatting casually. “Celestial couples are just like mortal couples, a man and a woman living together. Some are marriages between two races, and some are love that comes naturally. You have countless celestial couples around you, there’s no reason why you’ve never had such an experience.”
Duan Jiuyou frowned: "Why are you curious about these things?"
"Between ruler and subject, nothing is off-limits and nothing is left unsaid. You and I are not outsiders, so what can't we talk about?"
Duan Jiuyou corrected him, "The emperor and his ministers discuss political matters, but you are asking about private matters."
"Talking about personal matters shows how close the friendship is."
A single shot hits the bullseye! Duan Jiuyou most wants to establish a relationship with the Imperial Empire!
After a moment of silence, she asked Di Jiang, "Which girl have you taken a fancy to? Why are you also curious about matters of love?"
Di Jiang looked at her with some curiosity, thinking to himself, "Isn't it obvious enough that he's interested?" But he said aloud, "I'm not talking about any particular girl. I'm just curious how you got these immortal companions. You're so clueless about love and romance. Where did you get the reputation of being a seasoned lover?"
“…Fengyue.” She drew out the word, shaking her head in distress. “I don’t understand. The titles are all made up by people. It’s probably because they’ve seen too many immortal companions of mine that such rumors have arisen. Actually, to be honest, there aren’t many. Is it abnormal for someone of my lifespan to have had twelve or thirteen?”
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