Chapter 248 It Should Be This Way
Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin also grabbed a handful, patted her head, and then left.
Junior sister, perhaps you need some quiet time.
Jiang Xianwan, holding the basin: "..."
What deeper meaning do you have? Tell me, junior brother!
Jiang Xianwan lowered her eyelashes, picked up a lychee, and took a crunchy bite.
I slowly lifted my leg and returned to my room... to get some peace and quiet.
She looked around the simple bedroom, which didn't even have a chair, and then put out the large bed from her mustard seed bag.
In her absent-minded state, she didn't notice that the tombstone, which was muttering curses and trying to repair a broken sword, had been rummaged through and buried among a pile of spirit stones.
tombstone:"……"
Jiang Xianwan placed a small table next to the bed, put the bowl of lychees on it, and then sank into the thick, soft bedding.
She buried half her face in the pillow, somewhat lost in thought, not looking around, and groped for the lychees in the basin.
She... touched a warm hand.
Jiang Xianwan stopped moving, turned her head, and her conflicted and complicated gaze had not yet faded.
"Emperor?"
So, is Yun Weize acting this way because of Fei Ling's words?
What was she going to say, and what was she going to say...?
Jiang Xianwan seemed distracted. He saw him standing quietly with a furrowed brow, as if he wanted to sit down but had nowhere to sit.
Instinctively, without thinking, I set up a soft couch and grabbed something haphazardly.
"sit."
never mind.
No matter how you try to coax them, it can't be wrong, right?
Yun Weize lowered her eyelashes, gathered her long sleeves that reached the ground, and nestled herself inside.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Looking at the man facing her from the front of the bed, no more than an arm's length away, Jiang Xianwan slowly straightened her back.
Seeing that the Southern Emperor was silent, with only half of his eyelids slightly lowered, seemingly focused on peeling lychees.
Jiang Xianwan felt her already confused mood... even more confused.
She parted her lips and tentatively called out.
"Yun is a marsh?"
The long, slender fingers that were peeling the lychee paused slightly, and Yun Weize looked up.
Their gazes met suddenly.
"Um."
After responding with that sound, he lowered his eyes again and continued peeling.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Seeing that he had been peeling a lychee for a long time without finishing it, and that his face looked pale as if he hadn't had enough spiritual energy and hadn't rested well, he was quite surprised.
Jiang Xianwan lowered her legs, took the lychee from his hand, and hesitated before speaking.
"Unhappy?"
Yun Weize's sleeves hung down, his hands resting on his knees. As if he had finally heard her voice, his gaze slowly moved upwards, quietly landing on the white flesh of the fruit on her fingertips.
"Um."
Jiang Xianwan held up the lychee flesh, which was suspended in mid-air. After a few seconds of silence, she asked, "What's bothering you?"
The Southern Emperor remained silent, lazily lowering his eyelashes, and did not accept the lychee.
His blank gaze was fixed on something unknown, as if it were nothingness.
His whole body screamed...unhappiness.
Jiang Xianwan silently withdrew her hand and put the lychee into her mouth.
But then they discovered that... the surrounding light was instantly swallowed up by a suffocating silence.
The man, dressed in black with dark hair, sat quietly, his eyes drooping slightly, as if he were in the desolate flow of the primordial universe.
Jiang Xianwan was startled for a moment, then lowered her head.
She had never seen Yun Weize like this before, so she peeled another one and prepared to give it to him.
But they found that Yun Weize had his hands clasped on his abdomen, his eyelashes drooping listlessly, his breathing even, and he was asleep.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
By this point, she was quite certain that Yun Weize was not acting normally.
As for why it's abnormal...
Jiang Xianwan hesitated for a moment, then quietly picked up the thin blanket from the bed and draped it over him.
Just as he was about to straighten up, a sharp pain shot through his buttocks, and he was pulled forward by a force, about to fall onto Yun Weize.
Before he could see who attacked him, he instinctively twisted his body with great difficulty and fell into the narrow gap.
Fortunately, the couch was quite spacious.
Fortunately, Yun Weize did not wake up.
Jiang Xianwan instantly gathered a ball of spiritual energy in her hand and turned around fiercely.
Upon looking at it this way, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.
A long sword, entirely jet black, resembling ancient jade submerged in water, with its scabbard adorned with exquisite black floral patterns that extend towards the tip, running straight from end to end.
The shadows drifted by, yet remained unassuming, quietly gathering near the tip, casting a fleeting, breathtaking glance upon the world.
At this moment, it is...
Looking down at her with disdain.
The burning pain in her buttocks was still there. Jiang Xianwan raised an eyebrow, gently propped herself up, and her five fingers swiftly reached out to grab.
There is a sword in the world called Three Thousand Thoughts.
With a slight tremor, the Three Thousand Thoughts calmly released a beam of light as bright as a glowing sword.
He bypassed Jiang Xianwan's hand and went straight for her brow.
He then happily shook the sword.
That solves it!
A faint scent of spiritual dew wafted over, and Jiang Xianwan felt a tingling sensation all over her body, her eyelids grew heavy, she sat up halfway, and then fell back down.
She stared at the smug sword with utter shock, and several thoughts flashed through her mind as she fainted.
It's supposed to be an Emperor's Spirit Sword, but it's so damn cheap!
Can you wake Yun Weize up by smashing him?
Did she really manage to win him over with her pretty face?
Will this method work?
Jiang Xianwan fainted in her frenzy, while Yun Weize remained unconscious, his brow furrowed slightly as he turned to the side.
At this moment, Sanqiannian was in a very good mood, and happily swirled around the two of them several times.
The sword tip pressed down, then gently lifted one of Jiang Xianwan's arms and placed it on Yun Weize's waist and abdomen.
Concealing his merits and fame, he transformed into a ray of light, contentedly disappearing into the space between Yunweize's eyebrows.
Just wait and see, you'll be secretly thrilled.
——
Yun Weize had a dream that was unprecedented.
I can't remember the last time I dreamed. My consciousness was plunged into darkness, yet I felt a peace I had never known before.
A faint, familiar fragrance lingered around my nose, and a soft, warm sensation continuously comforted my parched soul.
He almost excessively relied on and possessively tightened his arms around the source of heat in his embrace.
As if defying death to be reborn, it succumbs to the body's instinctive reaction, restraining its out-of-control state, and gently rubs its chin.
only.
He rubbed against it a couple of times, then realized something was wrong. His long, thick eyelashes trembled violently and suddenly parted.
In that instant, the eyes of the desolate wilderness shattered with a clear, resonant sound, like broken jade, and with an almost destructive impact.
Yun Weize forgot to breathe. His pupils contracted sharply, then suddenly dilated, and in his trembling, reed-like eyes, that beautiful face was reflected.
He tightly gripped the face of Jiang Xianwan, who had appeared in his dream just a second ago and was now nestled in his arms the next.
His gaze went from unfocused to focused, then back to unfocused, in a recurring cycle.
Until it cracks inch by inch and completely collapses.
He blinked several times, even thinking he was still in a beautiful dream.
Jiang Xian slept soundly, half of her cheek resting on his neck, her two small fan-like eyelashes hanging softly, her black hair falling all over his shoulders.
His forearm rested on his waist and abdomen, his sleeping face completely relaxed and defenseless, like the innermost petal of a crabapple tree nestled in the moonlight.
They were deeply intimate, embracing each other.
It seems... that's how it should be.
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