Chapter 35 If it's a puppet, then it will never be...
Under Sheng Zhiyi's expectant gaze, Ji Fuguang slowly brought the teacup closer.
One inch, two inches...
Sheng Zhiyi's eyes were fixed on the teacup, and she could already see the gentle ripples in the water. She couldn't wait to drink the clear and refreshing tea.
Before the teacup had even fully touched her lips, she leaned forward, put her lips to the rim of the cup, and began to drink it in large gulps.
A dark glint flashed in Ji Fuguang's eyes, and he tightened his grip on his fingers.
Her full lips were pressed until they became engorged and hot, turning a bright red color, and glistened with a layer of moisture, making them exceptionally moist.
Sheng Zhiyi lowered her head deeply, swallowing repeatedly, like a thirsty little animal focused entirely on absorbing water, completely unaware that she was being coveted by a dangerous wild animal.
Finally having drunk her fill of water, Sheng Zhiyi gently pressed the tip of her tongue against the rim of the cup, but felt a gentle yet resolute force resisting her, as if trying to firmly wed the teacup into her mouth, leaving her no room to refuse.
Looking up in confusion, Sheng Zhiyi guessed that Ji Fuguang probably thought she wanted to continue drinking, and to remind him, she even made a slight "hmm" sound.
However, the rim of the cup continued to press firmly against her mouth, forcing Sheng Zhiyi to desperately resist with her tongue.
The teacup suddenly snapped back, and Sheng Zhiyi, unable to dodge in time, lunged forward and landed on Ji Fuguang's arm.
"Senior brother, are you alright?" she asked quickly.
Ji Fuguang reached out and helped her up again, then brought a pillow to place at the head of the bed so she could lean against it and half-lie down.
Sheng Zhiyi noticed that a large patch of his shirt was wet, the white fabric clinging to his skin, and she immediately felt apologetic.
"Senior brother, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Please use your magic to dry your clothes quickly."
Although it was a small matter, Ji Fuguang always valued his appearance, so this should be considered a rare lapse in composure for him.
Logically speaking, this matter cannot be blamed on her, but Ji Fuguang cannot be blamed either. If she had to choose one person, Ji Fuguang got his clothes wet because of her, so it wouldn't be a big deal for her to apologize.
But Ji Fuguang glanced at her with a somewhat subtle expression, then smiled and said, "Junior Sister, don't you feel... anywhere is uncomfortable?"
Sheng Zhiyi looked down and saw that half of her skirt was also wet with tea. The damp fabric clung tightly to her calves, feeling icy cold.
When it came to her own experience, she was a little surprised: "You know what, getting your clothes wet at this time is actually a good way to cool down. Ever since I woke up, I've felt hot all over, so being a little wet is actually quite comfortable."
Sheng Zhiyi was very content. Ji Fuguang was willing to take care of her, which was already more than enough. Even if there were some mishaps, they were not intentional. She was not an ungrateful person.
She looked up at Ji Fuguang with a grin, "Senior brother, just make sure you don't catch a cold."
Sheng Zhiyi thought to herself that these words were very thoughtful, and that she sounded like a well-behaved and cute junior sister.
Ji Fuguang has been so kind to her this time, so she's offering some emotional support in return.
Upon hearing this, Ji Fuguang's smile deepened, his expression gentle and refined. "Thank you for your concern, Junior Sister. However... if I were to catch a cold because of this, all these years of cultivation would have been in vain. It would be more thorough for me to dissipate all my cultivation techniques and re-enter the Dao."
...
Will people die if they don't pretend sometimes?!
Ji Fuguang, your surname isn't Ji, is it Zhuang?
Before Sheng Zhiyi could finish her internal monologue, Ji Fuguang suddenly picked her up.
Startled, she quickly grabbed Ji Fuguang's clothes tightly and pressed her face against his chest.
What's going on? Does this guy have mind-reading abilities? Did he hear her complaining and is now throwing her out?
Sheng Zhiyi dared not think any further, staring intently at Ji Fuguang's chin.
"Junior Sister, your bed is a bit wet. You shouldn't stay here any longer, lest you catch a cold." Ji Fuguang's expression was unclear, but a faint smile could be heard in his voice.
Sheng Zhiyi ignored his mention of catching a cold; she was used to his occasional sarcastic remarks.
She was just suddenly a little nervous.
Ji Fuguang said that she would easily catch a cold lying here. Did he mean that he wanted to take her back to Shuanghua Peak? But she couldn't move at all.
After much thought, the only possibility is...
Was Ji Fuguang really going to carry her to Shuanghua Peak in a princess carry in front of everyone in the Tianyan Sect?!
In an instant, Sheng Zhiyi recalled the Mary Sue fantasies she had as a child.
What? In front of everyone, she was carried by the male lead and fell from the sky, with rose petals inexplicably floating around them. What? The male lead picked her up and, in full view of everyone, the two walked away from each other. What? She lay weakly in the male lead's arms, and the male lead and she gazed deeply into each other's eyes, while the people around them began to scream.
It's one thing to imagine something like this in your mind, but to actually do it would be too shameful! How could she ever face anyone in the Tianyan Sect again!
Sheng Zhiyi quickly shook her head, "Senior brother, senior brother, wait a moment, I can walk by myself, just wait for me a little while, I'm sure I can manage on my own..."
Ji Fuguang lowered his head, meeting his deep eyes. Sheng Zhiyi paused, and the words she was saying unconsciously stopped.
"Junior Sister," Ji Fuguang chuckled softly, "your meridians haven't fully healed yet, so it's best to rest. Talking too much is exhausting, and you can't afford to overexert yourself right now."
Well, they're complaining that she talks too much.
Sheng Zhiyi shut her mouth and watched as Ji Fuguang carried her out of the house and into the servants' courtyard.
The sunlight poured down, exceptionally clear and bright, and she could even faintly hear the voices of others talking in the neighboring courtyard.
Knowing that the news would spread throughout the entire Tianyan Sect the next day, Sheng Zhiyi took a deep breath and prepared herself to face the storm.
bring it on!
Let's portray her as a bewitching enchantress!
She had already come up with several versions of the story, how she would bewitch Ji Fuguang!
Only after making up her mind did Sheng Zhiyi have the energy to appreciate the feeling of being held in Ji Fuguang's arms.
Aside from when she first woke up and Ji Fuguang carried her from the floor back to bed, this was the first time she had been held in his arms.
That small patch of soaked clothing was still a little cold, and her face was pressed against it.
Through the damp fabric, one could almost feel the temperature of Ji Fuguang's skin.
Her cheeks and Ji Fuguang's chest were pressed tightly together through their soaked clothes.
Realizing this, Sheng Zhiyi suddenly felt a surge of heat rush to her brain.
Ji Fuguang glanced down and saw only a flushed face and a blank, vacant look in his eyes.
A subtle displeasure arose in my heart.
What was she thinking in his arms?
With Ji Fuguang's cultivation level, he didn't need any external objects. He simply made a hand seal with his fingers and immediately summoned a cloud.
Sheng Zhiyi was in a daze when she was suddenly thrown to the ground. Startled, she frantically reached out and grabbed at the ground. After finally calming down, she looked closely and realized that she had grabbed Ji Fuguang's clothes.
She looked up.
Ji Fuguang smiled, waving a folding fan in one hand, his expression as clear and distant as a cold spring. "Junior Sister, men and women shouldn't touch each other. To avoid gossip, I'll have to trouble you."
It suddenly rose into the clouds at an extremely fast speed.
Good news: the possibility of Sheng Zhiyi getting caught up in rumors and gossip is zero.
The bad news was that she almost choked and passed out.
As they rode through the clouds, she always felt like she was going to be left behind, so she clung tightly to Ji Fuguang's clothes, afraid of falling off the clouds.
Haha, I don't have to worry anymore.
Whose Mary Sue heroine is being led away by the male lead, almost throwing up as she runs!
Anyone who saw the scene of the two of them flying to Frostflower Peak would not think there was anything between them. If there had to be something, it would be the relationship between a corpse and a corpse collector.
She's overthinking things. How could Ji Fuguang possibly have romantic feelings for someone else?
Finally arriving at Shuanghua Peak, Sheng Zhiyi lay on the bed in the villa.
You don't know until you compare. After lying on the bed in the servants' quarters for a day, I came back to Ji Fuguang's courtyard, smelling the light and lingering fragrance of agarwood, and lay on the soft bed.
What suffering and torment she endured before!
Let's pause the rant against the capitalists and let her enjoy herself first. We can rant after she's done.
Sheng Zhiyi's entire body was thoroughly cleansed by Ji Fuguang's hand seals, and she almost fell asleep under the warm, fluffy blanket.
But then they saw Ji Fuguang standing tall and elegant, leaning slightly over the bed.
Just as Sheng Zhiyi was feeling puzzled, she saw Ji Fuguang reach out, his long fingers holding a pill, and press it against her lips.
His voice was somewhat low: "Open your mouth."
Before Sheng Zhiyi could react, he pinched the pill between his fingers, forcibly separated her lips, pried open her teeth, and stuffed it into her mouth, even sliding his fingers across her tongue.
Sheng Zhiyi stared at Ji Fuguang with her almond-shaped eyes wide open.
Ji Fuguang smiled slightly and said, "The Turtle-Snake Spirit Purple Saint Pill is different this time; there are a few more ingredients added."
Just as Sheng Zhiyi was about to ask what it was, a strong wave of dizziness hit her.
Before she fell into a deep sleep, a faint doubt arose in her mind.
Why didn't you give her such a miraculous elixir from the beginning? Instead, you were feeding her water and holding her...
But this slight doubt was no match for the overwhelming drowsiness.
Sheng Zhiyi's consciousness vanished instantly, and she fell into a deep, sweet dream.
Ji Fuguang stood by the bed, looking down at Sheng Zhiyi's sleeping face. His expression was ashen, and a deep, sinister aura swirled in his phoenix eyes.
Obedient and gentle, her body rises and falls with her breath, she will never go against his wishes, and even when she is also facing problems, she only cares about his condition.
If only he were a puppet, he would never betray him, and he would never leave him.
His fingers slowly rose and touched Sheng Zhiyi's forehead and sea of consciousness through the void.
Simply input spiritual power from here to shatter divine consciousness.
People will instantly become puppets.
Without leaving a trace.
In the secluded courtyard, which was at his beck and call, shadows slowly writhed, as if the hidden monster was about to tear off its disguise, reveal its ferocious appearance, and tear apart and devour the prey it had identified.
but……
If it's a puppet...
Will those eyes still sparkle with different colors?
Will he still say stupid and ridiculous things?
The shadow suddenly stopped, remaining in place.
A full cup of tea's time.
The long fingers suddenly retracted, and the white-clad figure turned and left.
Everything returned to normal.
The sky was clear and the air was fresh, and the spring sunshine was bright.
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