When the ti cos, Qingqing will have no more excuses to stay by this fat sheep’s side.
Thinking about it, she felt that not being able to get it was a good thing...
No, no, Qingqing suddenly sat up!
Why do I have such terrifying thoughts??
She patted her cheeks with her hands, I’m sick, I must be sick.
Or maybe Chu Xuan secretly drugged ?
Qingqing checked herself thoroughly, but couldn’t find any traces of being drugged, so she could only lie back down.
She closed her eyes, just sleep, tonight I won’t practice, I’ll have a good sleep.
But as soon as she closed her eyes, images of her interactions with Chu Xuan over the past half month floated in her mind.
Especially in the opera house, his delicate side profile while listening intently to the performance, under the dim and hazy lights, was really attractive...
No, no, Qingqing flipped over, stop thinking about these chaotic things!
Just monts later, the girl with closed eyes humd lightly with her nose:
"The little nun walked on the single-plank bridge, looked back and saw she’s halfway up the mountain..."
That night, Qingqing tossed and turned for a long ti before falling asleep.
She hadn’t dreamt in ages, but now she had a hazy, ambiguous sweet dream.
In the dream, Qingqing was a naive little nun, tired of the rules, she descended the mountain and by chance t Chu Xuan, the novice monk.
The two t, got to know each other, fell in love, and eventually lived harmoniously together, having many children, completing their life happily without suffering in hell.
As she dread, Qingqing’s mouth curved slightly, and later she even blushed, tightly clamping her legs, as if dreaming about unspeakable things.
...
Chu Xuan repeatedly checked the relic but really couldn’t figure out if this thing was real or how to use it.
Anyway, infusing it with magical power or divine sense was ineffective, so he can only temporarily put it away.
That night, perhaps due to aftereffects from just turning into a black-feathered ghost crow, in his haze, Chu Xuan felt as if he entered soone’s dream.
In the dream, there was a very familiar woman, but her face was always unclear.
In the dream, the two were deeply entangled in love, the sweetness indescribable~
Until next morning, upon waking, Chu Xuan still reminisced with closed eyes, feeling sowhat nostalgic.
Then he found it amusing, he actually had a wet dream, how old was he now, the last such dream was back when he was studying on Earth.
...
On the other side, upon waking up, Qingqing’s face was slightly red.
She turned over, intending to cover her head with the quilt to hide her embarrassnt, when suddenly she was startled!
Why is the bed... could it be... Qingqing reached out and touched, imdiately flushing red.
So embarrassing, at this age, wetting the bed, if told, she’d surely be laughed at.
She quickly got up, cleaned herself, changed into clean clothes.
Even the bedding on the bed was completely destroyed by her, lest Chu Xuan discover the "evidence", at most she’d pay extra when checking out.
After doing all this, Qingqing held her flushed face, her heart pounding.
Oh no, how could I have such an outrageous dream, Chu Xuan must’ve cursed .
What to do, should I really continue traveling with him? Maybe I should leave.
But at the thought of separating from Chu Xuan, Qingqing felt a bit reluctant, she had quite a happy ti with him these days.
Although he often tried to advantage himself with words, in actions he remained quite gentlemanly.
Besides, Chu Xuan treated her well, tolerated her in all aspects, bought her food, and took her to watch performances...
No, no, Qingqing covered her head, can’t think about this, stay calm, focus on cultivation, think about the sect...
Thinking of the sect, recalling the experiences over the past decades, Qingqing’s mood sank, and she passively cald down.
She smiled self-deprecatingly, what are you thinking, your life doesn’t really belong to you.
You are the demon sect’s saintess, you carry an unshakable mission.
Qingqing, inherently perceptive, although montarily overwheld, when she cald down she questioned herself:
Do you really have feelings for Chu Xuan?
How long have you known each other, are you sure it’s not because you’ve lacked affection all your life, now suddenly eting a decent man who treats you well, causing so unrealistic fantasies?
Today’s experience, this mory, seems precious at first glance, secretly delighting yourself.
But maybe in a hundred years, it will just be a trivial footnote in life.
Even if occasionally recalled, you’ll just laugh it off, it won’t linger in your heart.
Thinking this, Qingqing completely cald down, no longer confused.
So, should you stay by this Chu Xuan’s side? Just to win over him once? What if you lose yourself?
Or... just separate.
Qingqing told herself this silently, before she’s completely mired.
...
After setting out on the road again, Chu Xuan noticed Qingqing seed a bit strange.
Though she still played around with him and always coveted the two treasures he had, Chu Xuan still felt she seed to be hiding sothing?
Anyway, when asked, she wouldn’t say, so Chu Xuan let her be.
Oh right, Qingqing seed even more bashful than before, so Chu Xuan had to control his words, always reminding himself to watch his mouth.
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