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”Ping—”
Meng Fuyao fell onto the mattress and flopped as if she were a dead fish.
Feeling something warm and soft beneath her, she hurriedly felt around, afraid that she had fallen onto Zhangsun Wuji's body. Suddenly, she heard a low chuckle as someone said, ”What are you feeling about for?”
The voice was low and gentle, smooth as a ball of silk yarn which spun around and around in the darkness of the night, causing one's limbs to feel weak.
Meng Fuyao stiffened and retracted her hands as she laughed sheepishly and replied, ”I lost some money, so I came down to look for it, it's not with you? Sorry, sorry, I've disturbed you.”
She still couldn't bring herself to look at Zhangsun Wuji and got up to leave. However, she felt herself being pulled by someone against another person's body. She could smell the faint fragrance of various medicinal herbs as it wafted around her.
Eyes wide open, Meng Fuyao instinctively pushed, only to realize that—she was trapped…
She was trapped!
The most serious situation in her lifetime had happened!
She, Meng Fuyao, was, trapped!
Meng Fuyao shouted and was about to push away the vicious person with all her force when the person on top of her suddenly spoke weakly. ”Go ahead and push me, you'll only just injure me one more time.”
Meng Fuyao looked at the ceiling exasperatedly—Zhangsun Wuji really knew how to guilt-trip a person.
'Fine, I won't push you, lest I touch your wounds.' Meng Fuyao forced a smile onto her lips as she said breathlessly, ”Fine, fragile items should be handled with care.”
She attempted to hold Zhangsun Wuji gently, but that person already seemed to know what she was thinking and refused to move away as he murmured, ”Can't you just lend me a place to rest?”
'The bed is such a huge place, why do you have to use my neck to store your brain? Why do you have to use my chest to rest your shoulder? I'm still a growing young lady, it hurts being trapped like this!'
Meng Fuyao's temper was ignited again, and she wanted to hurt this stubborn person again. It was just physical injury, why would he be weakened to this state? He was milking her pity with his injury—she was determined not to fall for it!
Just when she had steeled herself not to fall for it and was about to flip the person off her, Zhangsun Wuji murmured again, ”The techniques practiced by my fellow disciples trains the entire body, from the skin to the flesh to the veins. Every part is a weapon, every part is filled with inner energy, and when one trains to the highest level, every part is protected, so we will not get injured easily, but once we get injured, physical damage is equivalent to internal damage…”
He snuggled against Meng Fuyao's neck as he spoke, his breath falling in little huffs behind Meng Fuyao's ear, ticking it slightly. Meng Fuyao moved away slightly, unsure whether it was due to his breath or his explanation that made her body feel warm and she softened slightly.
Yet, she did not know that she had already softened into a puddle of spring water nestled in Zhangsun Wuji's chest. Their breathing melded together as one, and in the darkness, it seemed that it had become slightly heavier.
After a moment, Meng Fuyao finally said defeatedly, ”You can only hold me to sleep, got it… No doing anything else.”
There was a muffled chuckle, and the person's eyes glinted in the dark as he moved slightly. Meng Fuyao suddenly felt something wet on her face, followed by a pair of soft lips against her skin, moist and supple. She then felt a faint breath belonging only to him, carrying the faint scent of medicinal herbs, an exquisite and refreshing fragrance against her face, following the trail that Lord Yuan Bao had left on her face slowly, meticulously and gently.
A thought suddenly struck Meng Fuyao's brain, and her entire face instantly flushed and began to burn—he was actually licking the syrup on her face!
The warm and gentle tongue was engrossed in its actions as he left a glistening trail on her skin; the mark he left held a faint sweetness, following up to the corners of her lips which held the dense fragrance of wine, intoxicating yet cool, invoking memories of the past, as though it were her own taste…
Zhangsun Wuji stopped at the corner of her lips, unmoving for a long moment before sighing. ”No wonder our ancestors all said they would rather die drunk on the wine of their hometown…”
Meng Fuyao's face reddened, and she pushed him away. Zhangsun Wuji laughed as he allowed himself to be pushed away, yet he refused to let go, holding her as she slept. ”Fuyao, before you truly and completely accept my love, I won't touch you.”
”Do you dare?” Meng Fuyao's embarrassment turned to anger, ”Do you know Guo Pingrong? That's a fine example!”
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and reached forward to bite the side of her lip. Meng Fuyao cried out in astonishment, and he laughed. ”Can you bear to?”
Meng Fuyao huffed indignantly and turned away, slowly settling down. After a while, she mumbled sullenly, ”Sorry…”
Zhangsun Wuji turned on one side and propped himself up with an arm as he asked, ”Hm?”
Meng Fuyao cast a side glare at the shameless person and refused to speak any further.
Zhangsun Wuji chuckled and reached out to tidy her messy hair, saying, ”You finally said it.”
”But I still feel that what I said that day wasn't entirely wrong…” muttered Meng Fuyao.
The two of them remained silent in the darkness, each occupied with their own thoughts. Their feelings at the moment had nothing to do with the wind and the moon, yet the things they were thinking off were more distant than the wind and the moon.
After a moment, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly asked, ”Who is the person you are missing?”
Meng Fuyao hesitated before replying, ”My mother.”