Chapter 71: City of Redemption (VI) Sharing a Bed
Inside the hall, the flowing light stagnated a little, converging on the girl standing quietly in the center.
Wen Yin lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes casting a small soft shadow under her eyes, forming an extremely pure contrast with her spotless white robe.
The robe softly fits the curves of her body, which is both dignified and reserved, while also inadvertently outlining the smooth and graceful lines of her shoulders and neck and her slender waist.
Her skin appeared even whiter and more translucent under the omnipresent holy light, and a few strands of black hair could not be completely tied up under the simple headscarf.
It just hung softly on the side of her neck, swaying slightly with her gentle breathing.
An extreme purity and hidden desire are intertwined in her to form a thrilling and contradictory beauty.
Wen Yin's posture was gentle, her eyes lowered, with just the right amount of awe, like a white lotus waiting to be picked.
It unconsciously exudes a youthful and fatal attraction, like a cranberry covered with dew quietly blooming on a silent snowy field.
Pure, yet tempting to delve deeper.
The Son of God stood quietly in front, the aura around him seeming more stable than usual.
His eyes fell on her, no longer the quick scan from before, but a kind of... focused gaze.
Wen Yin took a deep breath, the breath causing her chest to rise and fall slightly, and she sang out loud.
There are no instruments, no accompaniment, only her clear and ethereal voice, slowly flowing in this extremely quiet hall of light.
Wen Yin sang a hymn commonly used in the inner hall, the melody was soft and soothing.
The soft sound echoes in the hall, like the finest threads of light, gently entangling the listener's senses.
The Holy Son's pale golden eyes were still staring at Wen Yin.
There was no change of expression on his flawless face, but his almost devouring listening posture spoke for itself.
Wen Yin could feel that gaze on her lips and throat as if it were real, and it never left her body.
She maintained an extremely pious posture, with only her fingers, hidden by the wide cuffs, curled slightly.
The song ends.
As the last note faded into the light, the hall fell into a longer silence.
Wen Yin remained slightly bowed, waiting quietly.
After a long while, the ethereal voice of the Holy Son finally rang out. Without any emotion, he simply stated calmly, "Yes."
Then, he didn't look at Wen Yin again, but just glanced outside the hall. An old deacon who was waiting outside immediately lowered his head and came to his side.
"Take her to the side hall. She has her lodgings ready. It's near my residence."
The old deacon's body trembled slightly, as if he had received an incomparably sacred decree, and he immediately bowed deeply: "Yes."
He turned to Wen Yin, his attitude more cautious than before.
It is an unprecedented honor to have the Son of God personally arrange accommodation for you in the most central area of the temple.
"Please follow me." The old deacon whispered.
Wen Yin nodded obediently, and finally glanced quickly at the blurry figure in the center of the light out of the corner of her eye.
He still sat there quietly, as if he had fallen into eternal silence again, and did not express any reaction to her leaving.
She followed the old deacon and retreated step by step.
When she turned around and exposed her back to the light, a feeling of being watched was instantly branded on her back.
The gaze was like a substance, glued to her white robe, sliding slowly down her spine until she completely left the hall, and then disappeared.
The corridor outside the door was still full of light, but it made people feel inexplicably relieved.
The old deacon led Wen Yin in a different direction from when they came.
The further you go in, the quieter the environment becomes, and the purer and softer the light becomes.
There were almost no other people along the way, only silently flowing clouds of light and even more ancient and exquisite reliefs.
Finally, they stopped in front of a door.
The patterns on the door are simple and rustic.
"This is it."
The old deacon spoke in a voice almost whispering, gently pushing open the door.
The room inside the door was even more exquisite and comfortable than the one Wen Yin had lived in before.
The area is not large, but the furnishings are very thoughtful.
The floor was covered with a thick silver-white velvet carpet, which made no sound when stepped on.
A large, soft bed occupied one corner, covered with silk as smooth as water.
The air is fresh, with a calming cool fragrance.
Most importantly, the light here is unusually soft and even. It no longer has that pervasive and intense sense of assimilation, but simply provides illumination quietly.
What shocked Wen Yin the most was that she could clearly feel that a huge and cold energy source was stably existing very nearby.
It seems like there is only a wall between us.
This place is probably not "close" to the Son's residence, but "adjacent" to it.
"Excuse me..." Wen Yin suppressed the throbbing in her heart and tried to make her voice sound flattered, fearful, and submissive. "What do I need to do every day?"
The old deacon just shook his head when he heard this.
"No need to ask. Living here is already a supreme blessing. All you need to do is wait patiently for the Holy Son's arrangements. When the Holy Will comes, you will know for yourself."
His meaning was clear: here, you have no autonomy, no agenda, and the only thing you have to do is wait.
Waiting for the Son's call at any time.
After giving the instructions, the old deacon bowed and left, leaving Wen Yin alone.
The door closed gently.
Wen Yin stood alone in the middle of the room, her soft white robe draped over the carpet.
She slowly walked to the bed and sat down. The silk felt cool and smooth to the touch.
Everything here is too comfortable, but it also feels more like an unknown...cage.
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The night is dark.
There is no real distinction between day and night in the inner hall; only subtle adjustments in the intensity of light suggest the passage of time.
At this moment, the light in the living area has become extremely soft, enough to see things but no longer glaring.
Wen Yin lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her breathing deliberately adjusted to be long and steady, simulating the rhythm of deep sleep.
The new residence was indeed comfortable, but the feeling of being watched everywhere did not diminish in the slightest as the night progressed.
Wen Yin couldn't fall asleep at all.
Time flowed slowly in silence, and just as she turned over silently again, the halo in the room fluctuated extremely slightly.
It was like a drop of pure varnish falling into the still surface of a lake of light, creating a circle of almost imperceptible ripples.
There were no footsteps, no sound of doors opening.
But an indescribable, vast and pure sense of presence quietly filled the entire room.
Wen Yin's heart skipped a beat.
She didn't need to look back, or even use her eyes to see. The trembling feeling from the depths of her soul had already told her clearly.
He is here.
The Son has come.
Right in her room.
The presence paused for a moment in the center of the room, then moved silently to the side of her bed.
Wen Yin could feel the other person's eyes on her face, carefully depicting her sleeping face.
Time crawled slowly in the suffocating silence.
Then she felt the mattress beside her sag ever so slightly.
A cold breath, mixed with that unique, pure fragrance like that after the snow, slowly approached.
He did not hesitate at all, nor did he show any courtesy or sense of distance that a mortal should have, as if all this was natural.
A cold and perfect hand gently placed the soft blanket on her body.
She could feel the cold fingertips through the thin fabric, and they seemed to linger for a moment on her shoulder blades.
Then, the quilt was slowly lifted up by a gentle but irresistible force.
The slightly cool air instantly touched the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders, causing a layer of fine bumps.
However, what is colder than the air is the existence itself that is so close to it.
He lay down.
Right beside her.
Not close, but very close.
The next second, the cold fingers rose again, but did not touch other parts of her body. Instead, they gently landed on her lips with an almost curious look.
The temperature of the fingertips was lower than human body temperature, and the slight chill made Wen Yin almost jump up on the spot.
But the finger did not use any force, just as if studying a new object, it used the fingertips to very lightly touch and caress the soft outline of her lower lip.
The movements are jerky and direct, with no erotic overtones at all, more like a child curiously touching the petals of a flower, exploring its soft texture and shape.
This purely exploratory touch is more thrilling than any act of desire.
Just when she was about to lose the pretense, the finger moved away.
Then the cold presence beside her moved a little closer to her, not in a hug, but with a gesture of occupation and encirclement, his arm gently resting on her waist.
An icy presence enveloped her from behind, placing her within his domain.
His body still radiated that stable low temperature, which was clearly transmitted through the two layers of silk robes.
Then, all movement stopped.
He no longer made any move.
Wen Yin could feel his flawless profile very close to the back of her head, and his light golden hair might be scattered on her pillow.
What was unbelievable was that the fluctuations emitted by the huge, cold energy source behind him gradually became...stable.
The omnipresent pressure did not disappear, but it was strangely restrained and eased.
It was as if... he fell asleep right next to her.
Wen Yin lay motionless, pretending to be asleep.
At this moment, time becomes extremely long and distorted.
She didn't know how long this had lasted, and her consciousness even began to blur due to the extreme tension and coldness.
Until a certain moment, the energy fluctuations behind him changed slightly.
The stable state was broken, and the cold pressure began to spread silently again.
The arm that was draped around her waist moved away.
The bed beside me lightened slightly. That cold presence left as quietly as it had arrived.
The lifted quilt was pulled back and gently covered Wen Yin.
The room returned to its previous tranquility, and the soft light remained.
That sense of existence, composed purely of light, disappeared without a single warning.
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