Chapter 180 No wonder evil cultivators love dual cultivation
The next day.
Shen Yuepo slowly opened her eyes; the eerie blue ghostly lamps in the bedchamber were barely extinguished.
She instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes, but the movement caused all her sore muscles to tighten, and she couldn't help but hiss softly.
The scent of ashes still lingered around the pillow, but the brocade quilt beside her had already grown cold.
She propped herself up and sat up, the blankets slipping down to reveal mottled scars on her collarbone.
Last night's beautiful scenes suddenly flooded my mind.
How he pinned her to the bed by her waist, how he left marks on her shoulder with the tip of his teeth, and how he finally carried her to the bath to clean her up…
Shen Yuepo's ears burned, and just as she was about to get up, she suddenly realized that the spiritual energy in her body was unusually abundant.
Even the fingertips were surrounded by a faint glow.
She stared in surprise at the glint of light on her fingertips, which was faintly coated with a layer of dark gold patterns.
This...this is the Netherworld power of Feng Jin.
"No wonder heretical cultivators all love dual cultivation..."
Shen Yuepo murmured to herself, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the bite marks on the side of her neck.
This effect is even more significant than ten years of secluded meditation.
Suddenly, with a "smack," Shen Yuepo raised her hand and lightly patted her forehead.
How could a person who cultivates the Tao covet such a shortcut?!
She took a deep breath and silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra to stabilize her mind, but her gaze was drawn to the neatly folded clothes beside the bed.
The topmost piece was a soft, red new dress.
Below is a set of equally brand-new underwear.
A thought that made Shen Yuepo's toes curl up suddenly popped into his mind:
Could it be... that Feng Jin sent some ghost messenger to buy it in the mortal realm?!
The thought of this possibility sent a rush of heat to Shen Yuepo's head.
Shen Yuepo's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, as if they were on fire.
She threw off the covers, ignoring the soreness in her body, quickly grabbed the clothes, and dressed herself as if she were a thief.
The dress fits perfectly, the fabric is soft and comfortable, and the underwear is also...surprisingly suitable.
Upon seeing this, Shen Yuepo walked out of the bedchamber with a stern face.
Just as he reached the door, Feng Jin's tall figure entered, carrying an exquisite multi-tiered food box.
He saw that Shen Yuepo looked like he was about to leave, and raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"
His deep voice rang out, his gaze sweeping across her face, trying to discern her emotions.
Shen Yuepo kept a straight face and tightly pursed her lips. She didn't look at him or say anything, but she didn't take any more steps outside.
Feng Jin walked in and placed the food box on the table next to him.
He walked up to Shen Yuepo and naturally wanted to take her hand.
Shen Yuepo recoiled as if burned, abruptly pulling away from his touch.
Feng Jin's hand froze in mid-air.
He frowned slightly, and his gaze instantly darkened.
He stepped forward, his tall figure exuding an invisible pressure, his dark golden eyes fixed on her, his voice low and menacing, as if a storm was brewing:
"Shen Yuepo," he said, his tone accusatory, "you... regret it?"
The tone made it seem as if Shen Yuepo was a heartless and irresponsible person who slept with someone and then ran away.
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She met his scrutinizing gaze, her cool face expressionless, but a faint blush quietly appeared at the base of her ears.
She pointed to the spot on the bed where the clothes had originally been, her ears turning even redder, and her tone finally carried a hint of embarrassment and annoyance:
"Who bought these clothes? And...the underwear..."
She couldn't bring herself to say the rest, and could only stare at Feng Jin.
Feng Jin was somewhat bewildered by her glare.
He looked in the direction she pointed to, then at the bed, and at her flushed face, and then it dawned on him.
The gloom in his eyes vanished instantly. He leaned slightly closer to her, his deep voice carrying a hint of mockery:
"Naturally, I personally went to the human world to choose it."
He paused, his tone possessive, "How could I possibly let those ghost messengers touch your personal items? The size... I naturally measured it myself last night."
Upon hearing that he had personally gone to buy it, Shen Yuepo's tense nerves and the anger on his face instantly relaxed, and the intense sense of shame was also greatly relieved.
Although she was still embarrassed, she turned her face slightly away, her ears still burning red.
Feng Jin looked at her visibly calmed expression, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
He reached out again, wanting to take her hand.
The result—"Smack!"
Shen Yuepo slapped his hand away again with great force.
Feng Jin: "..."
He was both amused and exasperated by her reaction, and patiently asked, "What's wrong?"
Shen Yuepo glared at him again, but this time the glare was powerless and seemed more like a coquettish act.
She was seething with anger, "...Last night...why did you only burn my clothes?!"
Her voice trailed off, filled with deep resentment, "...Why didn't you burn your own?!"
This accusation came out of nowhere.
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin was first taken aback, then seemed to have heard something interesting.
A hint of a smile flashed across his eyes, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips couldn't help but turn upwards.
He suddenly leaned closer to Shen Yuepo, his hot breath spraying on her face. "Oh?"
He deliberately dragged out his words, "So... that's what you care about..."
He chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly. "So... I'm burning up now, huh?"
He made a gesture as if to untie the belt of his imperial robe, the action carrying a strong implication: "This belt was a gift from Dongyue, so I won't burn it."
"Fengjin!"
Shen Yuepo blushed deeply, her face turning bright red from his blunt and shameless words and actions. Like a cat with its fur standing on end, she raised her hand to push him away.
This time, Feng Jin grabbed her wrist with lightning speed.
She made a token effort to break free, but couldn't, so she let him hold her.
Shen Yuepo's feigned composure mixed with shame and anger was more moving than anything else in Feng Jin's eyes.
He squeezed her hand and led her to the table where the food box was placed.
His voice, which had regained its usual deep tone, carried a hint of indulgence: "Breakfast."
Shen Yuepo picked up the spoon and sipped the porridge. The warm food soothed her stomach and calmed her last trace of emotion.
Feng Jin sat next to her, not touching his chopsticks, but simply watching her eat.
He reached out and gently wiped away a little bit of porridge that had accidentally gotten on the corner of her lips with his fingertips.
Shen Yuepo paused, then looked up at him.
Feng Jin withdrew his hand, his fingertips twirling together, his deep voice carrying a hint of obsession:
"The Soul of the Sinking Moon".
"Um?"
Even if you regret it now, I will not let you go.
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