Chapter 132 Shen Yuepo, you and your friend sleep in the same bed?
Feng Jin stared at her intently, without moving.
Her words were not a passionate declaration, but rather carried confusion and uncertainty. Yet, her sincerity was like a faint light, piercing through the icy layers of pent-up emotions in his heart from the previous night.
Although this answer was not the one he had hoped for, these words strangely soothed most of his dissatisfaction and resentment.
"Barely...acceptable." He finally spoke, his voice low.
He suddenly stepped forward, his tall and imposing figure instantly enveloping Shen Yuepo.
The distance between the two suddenly shortened, so close that Shen Yuepo could clearly feel the cool aura emanating from him.
He leaned slightly forward, his handsome face drawing closer to Shen Yuepo:
“Chen Yuepo, your answer is not what I wanted to hear most, but... I will accept it for now.”
He deliberately slowed his speech, each word landing on Shen Yuepo's ears, "I hope that next time I ask you, your answer will be... affirmative."
His breath brushed against her bangs, carrying a possessiveness and a sense of certainty.
After saying that, before Shen Yuepo could react, he straightened up and distanced himself, as if the momentary closeness just now was just an illusion.
He stopped looking at her and turned to walk out of the dilapidated temple.
As he reached the entrance of the dilapidated temple, he did not stop walking. Instead, he casually raised his right hand, pointing his fingertips towards the entrance of the stone chamber behind him.
"Boom!!"
The stone chamber containing the blood coffin was completely reduced to ruins amidst a deafening roar.
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She had reason to suspect that Feng Jin was using this stone chamber to vent his anger.
At the same time, a nether force emanated from Feng Jin and swept across the entire Black Wind Valley.
The malevolent aura that had lingered over Black Wind Pass for a century dissipated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The long-lost fresh air of grass and trees began to permeate this land.
Shen Yuepo watched Feng Jin stride away towards the edge of the valley and quickly followed after him.
As the two approached the exit of Heifeng'ao, they could see scattered lights on the village road outside.
Shen Yuepo suddenly reached out and grabbed Feng Jin's wide imperial robe sleeve.
Feng Jin stopped and turned to look at her, his eyes questioning.
Shen Yuepo pointed to his imperial robes, which were too ornate even in the setting sun, and whispered:
"Change your clothes. The village is full of elderly people, and what you're wearing is too eye-catching. Don't scare them."
Following her finger, Feng Jin looked down at his imperial robes, then looked up at Chen Yuepo, his brows furrowing slightly.
Then, reluctantly, he raised his hand and casually snapped his fingers in front of him.
A faint light flashed by.
In an instant, the magnificent and majestic imperial robe disappeared.
Instead, she wore the same mountaineering-style windbreaker as Shen Yuepo, paired with durable work pants in the same color, and a pair of expensive-looking black outdoor hiking boots.
His long, dark hair automatically turned into short hair.
Shen Yuepo looked him up and down, and was quite satisfied with his localized attire. She nodded and took Feng Jin's hand, leading him outside.
Feng Jin's body stiffened almost imperceptibly the moment she took his hand.
Then, a fleeting, almost imperceptible smile flashed across his lips, only to be quickly replaced by his indifferent expression.
She simply turned around and wrapped Shen Yuepo's slightly cool hand even tighter in her own palm.
Sure enough, as soon as the two stepped out of the pass, they saw Wu Feng and a young team member waiting by the off-road vehicle at the temporary camp.
The car lights were on, clearly indicating that they had been keeping an eye on the situation.
Wu Feng was visibly relieved to see that Shen Yuepo was safe and sound.
But when his gaze fell on Feng Jin beside Shen Yuepo, he was suddenly stunned.
Under the setting sun, the man was dressed in outdoor attire, yet he couldn't hide his air of nobility and aloofness.
When Wu Feng saw the two holding hands tightly, his pupils contracted slightly.
But he was, after all, an experienced special case team leader with excellent mental fortitude.
The surprise was fleeting; he immediately broke into a warm smile and greeted her.
"Master Shen, it's so good to know you're alright! There was quite a commotion in this ravine, and it's almost dark. I was worried, so I waited here for you to come out."
His gaze shifted to Feng Jin, asking in a questioning tone, "And who is this...?"
Shen Yuepo remained calm and simply said, "Friend."
friend?
Upon hearing this, Wu Feng felt a chill run down his spine.
Their team had been guarding the area near the pass the whole time; they could see clearly not only people going in, but even a bird flying in.
Thinking back to those two food boxes from last night, could this person be... that "friend" from last night?
His heart was in turmoil, but his face remained impassive, and he continued to smile sincerely.
"So you're a friend of Master Shen, what a pleasure! My name is Wu Feng, from the Special Cases Bureau."
"It's already dark, and we're in the middle of nowhere, so there's absolutely no hope of getting a taxi. Where are you two headed? If you don't mind, I can take you out."
Shen Yuepo glanced at Feng Jin, and seeing that he didn't react, nodded to Wu Feng: "Okay, Captain Wu, please take us to the vicinity of the airport. We'll find a hotel to check into first."
"No trouble at all, it's my pleasure!" Wu Feng quickly waved his hand and walked to the driver's seat with the team member.
Just as Wu Feng and the team member got into the car.
Feng Jin suddenly leaned down and whispered in Chen Yuepo's ear.
His warm breath brushed against her ear, his voice low and laced with danger:
"Shen Yuepo, you and your friends..."
He deliberately emphasized the word "friends," asking, "You all sleep in the same bed?"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over their still-clasped hands, his voice growing even colder, "Still holding hands?"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Shen Yuepo was taken aback by his sudden question, and her ears involuntarily burned slightly.
Wasn't this just something I blurted out on the spur of the moment...?
Feng Jin looked at her forced composure and let out a cold snort.
Then, before Shen Yuepo could react, he suddenly released his grip on her hand.
Feng Jin straightened up, his cold expression returning. He didn't look at Chen Yuepo again, and strode forward to open the back door of the SUV.
Then he stepped aside, revealing a tall figure standing beside the car door.
He glanced at Chen Yuepo with a cold look, and although he didn't say anything, his gesture clearly indicated that she should go in first.
After Shen Yuepo walked over, she glanced at him, said nothing, and sat down in the innermost seat of the back seat.
Feng Jin then bent down, took a long stride, sat inside, and closed the car door behind him.
His movements were fluid and natural, as if he weren't the one who had just angrily flung his hand away.
The interior space isn't small, but Feng Jin's presence is just too strong.
He leaned back in the back seat, closed his eyes to rest, and exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.
Shen Yuepo also turned his head to look at the deep sunset outside the window, and the atmosphere inside the car was so quiet that it was somewhat stagnant.
Wu Feng glanced cautiously at the two "friends" in the back seat who were clearly having a tiff in the rearview mirror, and wisely chose to shut up and focus on driving.
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