Chapter 98: Jealousy
"I'm healing on my own, so you don't have to come."
Jiaying was a solitary person and had gone into seclusion for a few days in the past in order to meditate, so Ji Weiming just followed his lead.
Ji Weiming mentioned another matter that everyone was concerned about: [Can the Holy Son obtain the Sky-Breaking Armor?]
Ye Xiaoman nodded, and Jiaying replied calmly: "Yeah."
Ji Weiming finally breathed a sigh of relief. They exchanged a few more pieces of information, and finally Jiaying was the first to hang up.
Ye Xiaoman dealt with the difficult matter temporarily, and when she had some free time, she began to think about Jiaying's marrow cleansing grass.
I wanted to, but I didn't dare. I was in a dilemma and paced back and forth.
Finally, they both spoke at the same time.
"Sir Holy Son."
"The wife."
Jiaying: "You speak first."
Now that he has two strong opponents, even if he is unhappy, he has to stop. If he annoys her, it is equivalent to pushing her to someone else with his own hands.
He would forgive her as long as she said something nice.
Ye Xiaoman rubbed her hands flatteringly and moved closer to his side.
"Where's your marrow-cleansing grass?"
Jiaying: "Before I entered the Heart Forging Realm, my attendants put it away for me, fearing it would be destroyed by the sword miasma."
Ye Xiaoman was disappointed: "I don't have it with me."
Jiaying caught her desire and happily grabbed another thing she wanted in his hand.
"I'll have someone send it over."
"Let's talk about it later. Don't let anyone see you with me these few days."
Jiaying's face turned cold.
"I don't want to hide anymore."
"Next time they come, I don't want to hide anymore."
Ye Xiaoman: "Uh..."
Jiaying interrogates Xiao Chujing and Sikong Qing about their life experiences.
"Are they legitimate sons from large families?"
Ye Xiaoman recalled Xiao Chujing's setting. Xiao's mother and the demon father did not get married. "One of them is that the parents are in a free love relationship."
"Illegitimate child." Jiaying recalled Xiao Chujing's every move and gesture, which was full of country air. It was obvious that no one had taught him proper manners.
"His family background is not up to par. If he is given the position of legal husband, outsiders will probably laugh at his wife."
It was the first time Jiaying had spoken ill of someone, a commonplace nasty comment. He had to struggle to squeeze out the words, "What about the other one?"
Sikong Qing is the illegitimate son of the Demon Lord, but the head of the Sikong family recognized him.
Ye Xiaoman didn't quite understand this, "He's considered the youngest son."
Jiaying: "He is only the youngest son. He will not be able to inherit the family business in the future, nor will he be able to share in the rich wealth."
Ye Xiaoman: "Like this."
Jiaying still had his back to her. "My wife really likes them. She just said 'like this' and it's all gone."
Ye Xiaoman was already a little overwhelmed, "Then what do you want me to say?"
Jiaying found confidence through comparison and straightened his back a little.
"I'm the eldest son, and my family is one of the most powerful in the Divine Realm. Seniority is very strong in the world of immortal cultivation. My wife will be making her way in the world in the future, so having a strong family to support her will make things easier."
Ye Xiaoman: "Doesn't Buddhism advocate equality for all beings? This feudal remnant of yours is unacceptable."
Jiaying raised his voice slightly, "My family background qualifies me as the principal wife."
"Anyway, you said you wanted to divorce them. When I get married, I'll sell them off for you."
Ye Xiaoman: “……?”
What happened to the Buddhist teachings of compassion?
When you were a concubine, you hoped they would tolerate you; but when you became their legal wife, you gave them no chance at all.
Ye Xiaoman really doesn't know how to deal with men's jealousy, and she is too lazy to pay attention to his complicated thoughts.
It was late, and she was tired from running around, so she took off her shoes and went to bed - the other bed.
Jiaying's tone turned colder. "You even sleep in a separate bed from me. Are you so afraid of them that you don't even dare to get close to me?"
He was not in good health because of suppressing the devil's heart, and he coughed slightly when he was excited.
Since he said so, what else could Ye Xiaoman do?
She could only feel secretly happy, rubbed her waist with her claws, and pretended to climb onto Jiaying's bed reluctantly.
The Holy Son, the Holy Son of all ordained beings, if you can sleep with him, you can brag about it outside for the rest of your life.
She crawled into the thin blanket, while Jiaying was still sitting.
The upturned corners of his eyes hooked her, then retracted.
She informed him in advance: "This is my friend's home. It's not convenient for you to stay here for a long time."
"I'll take you to rent a room tomorrow, and we'll stay together for the next three days."
Jiaying: "Have you taken them there?"
Ye Xiaoman was stunned. "Huh?"
Jiaying ripped off the belts Ye Xiaoman had tied for him one by one: "I won't go to the places you took them to."
Ye Xiaoman: "Since you said so, then you haven't brought it."
The low pressure around Jiaying dissipated for the most part. She said that they would be together for the next three days, which meant that she would leave aside the two unfavored ones and only be with him.
She is hiding a beautiful woman in a golden house.
He has a golden house, they don't.
Ye Xiaoman yawned, raised her hand to touch Jiaying's back, and coaxed him perfunctorily, "It's late, I'm going to sleep first."
The quilt was lifted, and a warm body rushed in with cold air.
Ye Xiaoman opened her eyes a little and saw Jiaying lying beside her.
He had even received special training in his sleeping posture, and was well-mannered enough to lie flat on his back with his hands neatly crossed and placed flat on his abdominal muscles.
He lay there for a while, then turned his head to look at her on the pillow. She quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
She had a bad sleeping posture, and her hands would move around carelessly. For example, she happened to put her hand on Jiaying's abdominal muscles.
You can feel the thin muscles under your palms, rising and falling regularly with your breathing.
Delicious.
Touching the abdominal muscles of four different men a day, is this the life I can enjoy without spending any money?
I heard Jiaying muttering Buddhist scriptures.
“…The five aggregates are empty.”
"Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form... This is the empty nature of all dharmas..."
You know what, it's quite hypnotic.
Ye Xiaoman's eyelids became heavier and heavier.
After an unknown amount of time, the chanting stopped.
In the dim light, only Jiaying's breathing could be heard.
Ye Xiaoman felt him reaching out his hand, and seemed to have been struggling for a long time, but in the end she was unable to defeat the demons in her heart.
Her hand was still on his abdomen.
His large hand moved closer silently, hovering above hers.
Without covering herself, she could only vaguely feel the warmth of the body.
The heat is getting closer in silence.
He finally extended his index finger and traced it along her fingertip.
Like a kitten stretching out its paw, it hooked her little finger.
The dance of fingertips, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
A small hook, wanting to speak but unable to.
It made her feel torn and confused.
As the saying goes, deep love cannot be retained, but it can always win people's hearts.
Don't be fooled by her pure and innocent appearance, she is actually very capable.
And because of this touch.
Surrender after a fierce psychological struggle.
It makes people feel even more refreshed.
As the saying goes – lure a girl of good family into the water, and persuade a prostitute to change her ways. The root of human evil has remained the same from ancient times to the present.
Ye Xiaoman was very nervous.
Happy like a god.
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