Chapter 152 You seem to have a special way of driving me crazy
After Feng Jin finished speaking, without waiting for Shen Yuepo's reaction, he went directly into the room the butler had arranged for him and closed the door with a "click".
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She looked at the closed door, then at the open door to her own room.
She wanted to say something fair...
In someone else's home, and without knowing the relationship between the two people, arranging separate rooms is a normal social etiquette.
She shook her head and went into her room.
She took out a change of clothes from her Reincarnation Ring and went into the bathroom to wash up.
The warm water washed away the dust from the mountains.
She dried her half-dry long hair with a towel, casually draped a comfortable coat over her shoulders, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun gilded the tranquil village, wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, and distant green mountains appeared like dark eyebrows.
What may appear to be a peaceful and idyllic paradise often hides turbulent undercurrents.
Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Xiao Yizhou's gentle voice came through the door: "Moon Soul, is it convenient for us to talk?"
Shen Yuepo turned around, walked over, and opened the door.
Xiao Yizhou, standing outside the door, was visibly startled when he saw her.
The Shen Yuepo before me had shed the aloof and cold aura of a master she had during the day. Her long, wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her clean face looked less stern and more gentle under the soft light.
This was a version of Chen Yuepo that he had never seen before.
Xiao Yizhou's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly composed himself and regained his usual gentle and polite demeanor: "Excuse me."
"It's nothing." Shen Yuepo stepped aside to let him in, but Xiao Yizhou shook his head, indicating that they should talk outside.
"Shall we talk as we walk?" he suggested.
Shen Yuepo nodded and casually closed the door.
The two walked down the corridor.
"I've already told them about the Yu family," Xiao Yizhou said as he walked, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Uncle Yu and Yu Che were both shocked when they received the call. They immediately set off from the neighboring city and are expected to arrive tomorrow."
"At that time, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to go and take a look for them in person."
“Okay,” Shen Yuepo replied, “We’ll talk about it when they arrive.”
Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the villa's back garden.
The garden was very elegantly maintained, and the fragrance of flowers was delightful.
“In addition,” Xiao Yizhou stopped and looked at Shen Yuepo, his tone apologetic.
“My dad said we need to gather a few uncles from the clan to discuss the matter at my family’s ancestral graves, since opening the coffin and breaking ground is a big deal.”
"It may take a few more days to get a result. In the meantime... I'm afraid you'll have to stay here temporarily."
Shen Yuepo looked at a camellia in full bloom in the garden and said softly:
"It's alright. Nothing urgent has come up lately, so I'll just take a few days to rest in the countryside." Her tone was calm, without the slightest hint of reluctance.
"That's good." Xiao Yizhou breathed a sigh of relief, then fell into a brief silence.
Only the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard in the garden.
It seems that the important matters have been discussed.
Shen Yuepo turned around: "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room first."
"etc!"
Xiao Yizhou called out to her almost instinctively.
Shen Yuepo stopped and turned to look at him.
Xiao Yizhou's gaze fell on her cool profile, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, as if he had made up his mind.
He finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for so long, his voice tinged with barely perceptible tension and dryness:
"Moon Spirit, what is your relationship with Mr. Feng now?"
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Shen Yuepo replied without hesitation: "He is my boyfriend."
Boy friend…
These three words instantly pierced the last vestige of unrealistic fantasy in Xiao Yizhou's heart.
All the speculation, anticipation, and cautious probing came to an end at this moment.
Xiao Yizhou's expression was replaced by a bitter smile.
He watched Shen Yuepo's departing figure, and after a few seconds, a relieved smile appeared on his face. He whispered, "...I understand."
He didn't say any more words of blessing, because they would have been superfluous.
He simply stood there, watching Shen Yuepo's figure disappear into the bright lights of the corridor.
He was left alone in the garden, the evening breeze carrying a chill.
Xiao Yizhou took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
The bitterness in his eyes gradually settled, eventually turning into a calm, deep pool.
The future heir of the Xiao family has always been able to take things on and let them go.
Shen Yuepo closed the door, cutting off the light from the corridor.
She had only taken a few steps toward the bed when she suddenly stopped.
Feng Jin was leaning against her bed.
He changed into a dark gray loungewear set, which made his skin appear even paler and more pale.
Before Shen Yuepo could even speak, a powerful suction force suddenly grabbed her.
Her body instantly lost weight, the scenery before her eyes spun, and she was uncontrollably lifted into the air by that force, gently falling onto the soft mattress.
"Feng Jin, you...!"
The exclamations were muffled.
The moment she fell, Feng Jin flipped over and pinned her beneath him.
A large hand gripped her wrist tightly and pressed it against the pillow beside her head, rendering her unable to move.
His other hand forcefully inserted itself between her fingers, their knuckles pressed tightly together without a single gap.
His forehead touched hers, their noses met, and his warm breath carried his unique, cool fragrance.
"He calls you Moon Soul."
Feng Jin's voice was low and hoarse, filled with intense possessiveness and displeasure.
Shen Yuepo was imprisoned in a small space by him. Such intimate contact was unprecedented and unfamiliar.
The man's hot breath and heavy weight made her heart race, and she instinctively sensed danger.
She instinctively turned her head away, trying to avoid the suffocating eye contact.
Feng Jin released his grip on her wrist, grabbed her chin, and forcefully turned her face back.
“I originally intended…” Feng Jin’s voice was even lower, almost whispering against her lips, his hot breath making her eyelashes tremble, “to give you some time to think things through yourself…”
His fingertips, calloused from the touch, gently caressed her chin, his eyes dark as if he wanted to devour her whole.
"But it's the Moonlit Soul..."
He murmured her name, a barely perceptible hint of grievance in his voice, "You seem to know exactly how to drive me crazy."
The moment he finished speaking, he leaned down and kissed her without the slightest hesitation.
"Waaah!"
Shen Yuepo opened her eyes wide in astonishment, her mind going completely blank for a moment, as if a dazzling firework had exploded inside her skull.
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