Chapter 28 Faced with unhealthy temptations, one can only shout...
Sheng Zhiyi suddenly opened her eyes and saw a soft, light silk bed curtain, like a wisp of smoke, enveloping the entire bed.
She struggled to sit up, which strained the muscles in her neck, sending a tingling, numbing pain through her.
My whole body felt like a wet cotton ball, heavy and soft, with no strength at all.
She struggled to sit up, lifted the bed curtains, and got out of bed. She found a bronze mirror at random and saw several red bruises on her neck reflected in it.
Before she could even feel surprised, her limbs began to feel weak and sore as she moved.
My body was still somewhat out of control, my head felt like it was covered in frost, rusty and dull, and I was dizzy in waves. My temples were throbbing and aching.
Sheng Zhiyi sat down at the table, propped herself up on her arms, and rubbed her temples.
Why is she feeling so bad? What did she do yesterday?
I think I was drinking with Ji Fuguang... and then I can't remember anything else...
The agarwood incense burning in the Boshan incense burner emitted wisps of white smoke, which made her feel a little better, and her dazed mind began to function again.
The thought that agarwood was worth a fortune and had a calming effect fueled Sheng Zhiyi's resentment towards the rich.
It turns out that she carries a heavy burden every day so that others can live in peace.
Sheng Zhiyi leaned over the table, trying hard to smell the fragrance of agarwood, her nose wrinkling slightly.
As the aroma entered my mind, the sharp pain in my head subsided considerably.
There's a reason it's expensive; it was indeed extremely comfortable.
The pain lessened, the fragrance deepened and became richer, and my whole body felt warm, as if I were being bathed in sunlight. My numb sensation also returned considerably.
Within the Tianyan Sect, who can actually afford this thing, and who is living the life of a sect's young lady that she dreamed of?
She was lazily lost in thought when she heard a noise at the door.
Turning my head, I saw a figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist stepping across the threshold into the sunlight outside. With his movement, two long, straight legs were revealed.
Sheng Zhiyi stared blankly as the figure drew closer and stopped in front of her.
Immediately afterwards, the figure placed the soup bowl he was carrying on the table, bent down, and brought his face, magnified several times, closer, with a gentle smile that made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze, and his eyes were warm and concerned.
Sheng Zhiyi pinched herself hard.
Um?
No feeling?
Sure enough, I was dreaming.
If it's a dream, then...
Sheng Zhiyi raised her hand, pinched the face in front of her, making the soft flesh of her cheeks turn red, and grinned triumphantly.
Seeing Ji Fuguang's beautiful and perfect face so close up suddenly is a shock to anyone.
Since it's a dream, of course I can do whatever I want.
"Junior Sister..." Ji Fuguang suddenly spoke, his voice clear and cold like a spring stream containing frost, concealing the chilling intent of a frost blade.
Sheng Zhiyi subconsciously withdrew her hand, then realized that it was just a dream.
"Even in my dream... the voices sounded so real..."
"A dream?" Ji Fuguang raised an eyebrow, his phoenix eyes displaying a half-smile, and the fragrance of pear blossoms instantly intensified. "Why don't you look down and see what you're pinching?"
Sheng Zhiyi felt a chill run down her spine, as if she were being watched by some bloodthirsty beast, teetering on the edge of life and death.
She lowered her head blankly.
She noticed that her hand had somehow ended up on Ji Fuguang's thigh, and she had just pinched it hard...
She jumped up instantly, wanting to apologize to Ji Fuguang, but almost bumped into his chin.
Sheng Zhiyi hurriedly kicked the chair away, but kicked her own toe, the pain making her eyes roll back and almost faint.
She spoke incoherently:
"I'm sorry, senior brother, I didn't mean to pinch you..."
The sharp pain set her brain racing, and the tipsy state she had just experienced quickly dissipated, replaced by fragmented images that suddenly surfaced in her mind.
Sheng Zhiyi quickly explained:
"I didn't mean to touch your lips last night..."
As more and more fragments appeared, Sheng Zhiyi added, her face alternating between pale and red:
"It wasn't on purpose that I licked you..."
She was completely devastated, wishing she had hit her own head instead.
Heavens above, please let her faint!
"No, not really..."
"Enough!" Ji Fuguang shouted decisively, his phoenix eyes icy cold.
Sheng Zhiyi froze, shut her mouth, and cautiously looked up at Ji Fuguang's expression.
As if realizing his lapse in composure, Ji Fuguang paused for a moment, then a faint smile returned to his face.
"Last night was just a misunderstanding, a drunken slip of the tongue. Junior Sister, you don't need to take it to heart."
Sheng Zhiyi nodded frantically, glancing hesitantly at Ji Fuguang, but not daring to make eye contact with him.
"Yes, yes, senior brother is right. It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."
What despicable thing did she do last night to drive such a gentleman to this state?
Ji Fuguang spoke again, his voice clear and gentle, yet tinged with apology, "It was my oversight last night that I failed to dissuade Junior Sister in time. Do you still have a headache?"
Sheng Zhiyi almost burst into tears on the spot.
If it were her who had been sexually assaulted while drunk, she would have wanted to stab the person to death with a sword. Ji Fuguang brought her hangover soup early in the morning and even apologized to her.
He really made me cry my eyes out.
"No, no, thank you, senior brother. I'm perfectly fine now. It's just a hangover and some scratches from bumping into things. It's nothing serious." Sheng Zhiyi quickly waved her hand, wishing she could immediately go out and perform a sword dance to show Ji Fuguang that she was alright.
Ji Fuguang's gaze inadvertently swept over the red marks on Sheng Zhiyi's neck. His smile was gentle, but his eyes were as cold as an ice pool, unfathomable. "A hangover is bad for your health. Junior Sister, please take this hangover soup."
Her slender fingers pushed the soup bowl on the table towards Sheng Zhiyi with elegant movements, but her gaze, like a spider's web, was tightly fixed on Sheng Zhiyi, trying to glean from her most subtle actions whether she remembered fragments of last night—
As he gripped her neck, the whirlpool in the icy pool swirled rapidly, releasing wisps of demonic energy.
For some reason, a violent energy suddenly rose from my heart, surging back and forth in my chest.
Did she realize what he had to do with her? Why bother probing so closely?
Such a slender neck could be broken with a simple twist.
Hasn't he done this kind of thing countless times?
While drinking the hangover soup, Sheng Zhiyi shivered.
She put down her spoon, tilted her head back, and spoke cautiously yet with great concern:
"Senior brother, are you cold? Shall I go close the window?"
Ji Fuguang gazed at her eyes, which were slightly bluish from her hangover, yet her almond-shaped eyes still sparkled with starlight.
He paused, then slowly shook his head.
"No need, thank you very much, junior sister."
Sheng Zhiyi smiled and lowered her head to continue drinking the hangover soup, her movements quick and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
In the shadows of the room, the writhing black shadows resembled small snakes, slowly emerging from the shadows and winding their way out along the ground. Just as they were about to escape the shadows, they seemed to receive some command and gradually disappeared.
The eerie scene seemed to have never happened, and the room returned to silence.
Sheng Zhiyi picked up the soup bowl and drank the last bit of hangover soup in one gulp.
Ji Fuguang watched her every move, and just as he lowered his eyelids, he heard Sheng Zhiyi's somewhat unsatisfied voice:
"Senior brother, this hangover soup tastes really good... Do you have any more?"
...
As soon as the words left her mouth, Sheng Zhiyi wanted to slap herself.
You really do eat when there's food available.
Don't you see what the situation is like now? You just did something horrific to someone. You should be reflecting on your mistakes and repenting. But instead, you can't seem to control your appetite. All you care about is eating!
She awkwardly lifted her eyelids, looked at Ji Fuguang, and quickly tried to cover it up:
"No, no, what I meant was... Senior brother worked hard last night too, you should have some to replenish your body... Haha..."
A cold sweat broke out on my back; it was even more inducing than the hangover soup.
Ji Fuguang raised his lips and said gently and politely, "This hangover soup was made by me this morning. The portion is a bit small. If Junior Sister likes it, I will make more another day."
Sheng Zhiyi was speechless and choked with emotion.
Ji Fuguang, oh Ji Fuguang, you are so virtuous!
She's like a vile and despicable woman, frivolous in her behavior, who dumps someone and then is treated tenderly and considerately the next day.
Ji Fuguang's homemade hangover soup.
No one would believe it if I told them.
Just as Sheng Zhiyi was feeling both pity and self-reproach, she heard Ji Fuguang's clear and gentle voice.
“There are still some general affairs to attend to in the sect,” Ji Fuguang stood up, put away the soup bowl, his tone still gentle, but with an undeniable sense of distance, “Junior Sister’s health has not yet recovered, so please rest well and skip today’s practice.”
Sheng Zhiyi quickly stood up and nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice: "Thank you, Senior Brother!"
“Frost Peak is located within the inner sect. Junior Sister, you have lingered here for too long, which is against the sect rules. You have rested enough, so please return to the servants' quarters.” With that, Ji Fuguang turned and left, his steps composed and his robes fluttering, still the same upright and dignified senior brother.
As he left the room and stood under the pear tree outside the courtyard gate, Ji Fuguang's gaze darkened inch by inch, and a cold, sinister look appeared in his phoenix eyes.
Inside the room, Sheng Zhiyi slumped down.
It’s over!
Ji Fuguang neither allowed her to practice swordsmanship nor allowed her to go back, clearly intending to distance himself from her.
He must be angry!
Come to think of it, as the top disciple of a sect, he was ravaged by her in this and that way, yet he still allowed her to stay here for one night and even personally brewed a hangover soup. He was practically a saint. It's impossible to expect him to pretend that nothing happened.
Honestly, it's one thing to be lustful at first sight, but to just fantasize about it in your mind and have fun with it, why did she actually try to touch Ji Fuguang inappropriately?
Now look what's happened. He used to have a good relationship with Ji Fuguang, but now he's completely offended him.
She was filled with anxiety and regret, hating herself for her lack of self-control. She had been blinded by lust and lost all sense of reason when faced with Ji Fuguang's face!
That being said, isn't Ji Fuguang completely innocent?
What right does he have to walk around in front of her with that face on his head? Isn't that inciting someone to commit a crime?
When faced with bad temptations, all you can do is loudly say it's not enough.
At this point, blaming anyone is useless; we can only try to find a solution and see how to resolve this issue.
Sheng Zhiyi propped her chin up, racking her brains, trying to recall all the novels and stories she had ever read.
Just as she made up her mind to relentlessly pursue Ji Fuguang, a cold, hard reality suddenly came to mind.
She can no longer go to Frostflower Peak!
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