—Eating? Sleeping?
So it seems that Du Zhengnian does not eat three meals a day and rest at sunset. He eats his meals in several separate meals and sleeps for half an hour to an hour at a time. Often, the sounds of chopping wood and drawing water can be heard in the middle of the night. This person has been tormented by Ning Xian to the point that he has basically deviated from the normal human rhythm.
"Let his parents worry about those things. You should rest now. We'll set off when it gets dark." He took the paper and pen from Ning Xian's hand, lifted her onto the bed, and then found a comfortable position to lie down with her soft body in his arms.
"But I'm not sleepy yet..."
"Then close your eyes and lie down."
"But wouldn't riding a horse at high speed at night be even more conspicuous?"
"Wouldn't it be more noticeable during the day?"
"If it's just as conspicuous, why insist on walking at night? There are clearly advantages and disadvantages, and neither can be said to be safe..." "You're noisy, shut up."
"You damned phoenix, how dare you say I'm noisy... mmm..."
Her mouth was immediately sealed shut, and a forceful tongue relentlessly invaded her mouth, panting as it coldly said, "I gave you a chance, but you refused to rest—"
"Feng...Feng, what are you doing!? Ah—!!" Her question only earned her a tooth mark on her neck. The bite wasn't hard, but the sensitivity of her neck still made her hiss and gasp. "You! You beast—"
Feng gave a cold laugh, "Not as good as you." Ning Xian was immediately speechless.
"Then, then... Lord Feng, what do you intend to do..."
Feng scoffed, "It's not the first time, don't you know what I'm doing?"
"..." Ning Xian, who had been stripped clean like a dumpling, understood with a black line... Sleeping again... But it seems that Feng is getting more and more adept at undressing her...
Take it off~ Take it off~~
"I said... um... Lord Feng...||||"
"explain."
"Aren't you taking off too much clothing...?"
She pulled the blanket over herself, cold sweat dripping down her face, staring at the gradually revealed, supple skin of Feng, and the faint, lingering marks that resembled teeth marks… Should she just ignore it? But… Feng… is so beautiful, so alluring… Tall yet muscular, with beautifully shaped muscles, deep collarbones, supple skin—it looks like it would feel and taste amazing… Ugh, I really want to bite it…
"Your mouth is watering."
"Well!?"
Ning Xian hurriedly wiped her hand, only to realize she had been tricked... Feng pulled her hand down, and then the familiar scent filled her nose again, the smooth tongue slowly entwined with hers, and Feng's weight pressed heavily on her.
"Feng...Feng! What are you touching there!?"
"You should know better than anyone else that my hand is on your body, shouldn't you?"
"I'm asking why you touched me!!" His hand... was it really that hot? It slid down my waist, a shiver running through me along its path, my heart nearly leaping out of my throat—
...Isn't it a bit too much of a mood killer to ask this question at a time like this? But when Feng said it, all that remained were three words: "You're noisy."
"Feng! Feng! Shouldn't I rest..."
"—Now? It's too late."
"Ahhh—no—"
"It's not the first time, what are you doing?"
"—" These words froze Ning Xian—not the first time, not the first time, not the first time…her tragic, completely amnesiac first time, ahhh—
Chapter Seventy-Four: Let's Go Back to the Demonic Cult (from "My Wife Climbs the Wall") by Lian Zhi Qingting.
"Wait, wait a minute! Phoenix!"
—Wait at a time like this? Don't you consider me a man?
Feng had always been puzzled by this question. Even though their relationship was already "extraordinary," she always acted as if nothing was wrong, as if she didn't care about those things at all.
He gave a sinister smile. "It's come to this. Just bear with it, it'll pass." That's how he endured it all. —Endure? Endure what? She tried to dodge the hands that were roaming over her body in slight panic, but found it was futile. She was pinned beneath Feng's body and couldn't move at all. Even the slightest movement caused the sensation of their bare skin rubbing against each other, sending a rush of blood to her head—
She froze, afraid to move an inch. She felt the warmth of his hands as they touched, but the coolness of his lips and tongue... How could she endure this?
—"Snap"—a tiny, almost imperceptible sound rang in her mind—
"You—you fucking get the hell out of here!! You're so heavy!! Let me go!!" She suddenly struggled violently, but Feng managed to restrain her limbs. "Stop it! Can't you see a bunch of people shouting that they're waiting for us to have sex!"
"Who the hell wants me to have sex with her? She'd better have sex with me first!!" (Warning: Mute all non-plot topics!!) Ning Xian suddenly kicked hard, and Feng groaned as she broke free from under him, grabbing a pillow and slamming it down on him repeatedly—"Pervert! Rogue!!"
"You!" Feng Nu roared, grabbing Ning Xian's hand and pulling her forcefully. As she fell forward, he slashed at the back of her neck—Ning Xian's body slumped to the ground. He looked at the person lying in his arms, the veins on his forehead bulging—
—This woman!!
(Um, Feng... it's very harmful to your health to hold back. You can take advantage of her once, and I'll pretend I didn't see it...)
………………
Ning Xian woke up groggily after a good night's sleep. Through her blurry vision, she saw Feng already dressed and sitting at the table drinking tea. She blinked, then suddenly opened her eyes wide—and sat up abruptly, only to find herself still naked. She quickly wrapped herself in the blankets.
Feng Lian didn't even turn his head, only glanced sideways, and said in a cold voice, "Awake? Then prepare to set off." After saying that, he got up and walked out the door.
Ning Xian was stunned for a long time—they...didn't do it?
Although I don't remember what happened afterward... if they had done it, he wouldn't be wearing such a sour face, would he? Strange... why didn't they do it? Could it be that Feng... is impotent?
"…………"
So, if he's "not good enough," should I really still want to have him as my lover...?
—When you need something done, you run away; when you don't, you try to kick them out. What kind of person are you?
Ning Xian, dressed and ready, stepped out of the room and saw Feng waiting at the door with his horse. The waiter gave them a strange look, stealing a couple of glances before quickly looking away, sighing. The world is going to the dogs… and they're making such a racket in broad daylight… sigh!
Seeing Ning Xian come out, Feng mounted her horse. "Let's go. Let's get out of Jiangcheng tonight. If we don't reach Longcheng before dawn, the journey won't be peaceful."
"I'm afraid we've arrived at a place that's not peaceful either..."
Two horses, one in front of the other, rode away as dusk fell.
The Xuanlang Sect didn't know their whereabouts, so leaving Jiangcheng under the cover of night was still safe. Similarly, nothing could be done undetected near Youmingtian, making the roads leading into Longcheng the most dangerous.
They should have entered this section of the road at dawn, when people are most prone to complacency. However, because Ning Xian had slept for a while, it was already half light when they arrived. Suddenly, the sound of arrows piercing the air came from the woods outside the city. Feng drew her sword to block the arrow. Although Ning Xian dodged the arrow, it hit her horse. The horse neighed and threw Ning Xian off. Feng threw down her sword, grabbed the reins with one hand, pulled her onto her own horse, and spurred the horse to gallop away.
"You can't even stop this kind of arrow, what are you dawdling for!"
Although I knew Feng always spoke in such a cold and arrogant tone, I was still powerless to resist it after not hearing it for so long, and it made me extremely annoyed.
"Shut up and ride your horse! You don't even have a weapon right now, you need me to protect you!"
She drew a thin whip from her waist and swung it like a dense net, enveloping the two men and blocking the next volley of cold arrows.
Suddenly, the horse beneath them sank, seemingly sinking into the ground. Ning Xian quickly flicked his whip, tangling it around a nearby tree. Feng released the reins, grabbed the whip, and used the momentum to lift the two of them up into the tree, saying, "Let's fly back the rest of the way in one go. Once we're inside the territory of the Netherworld Heaven, we'll be safe."
"Huh!? Using two legs!? Do you think everyone has your light-footed skills?"
"You're really noisy." He changed from carrying her to supporting her, using her arms for leverage, and quickly carried her through the treetops. The assassins behind them had difficulty catching up, and they continued straight towards the Netherworld without stopping.
Daylight broke, and Feng suddenly stopped, supporting the exhausted Ning Xian with one hand as she turned around, coldly staring at the assassins pursuing them. The assassins were stunned; why had their target suddenly stopped? Was he simply exhausted? Before they could guess the outcome, several flashes of cold light appeared, and the leading men suddenly had their limbs severed, letting out screams of agony. Then, the others didn't even have a chance to fight back before their throats were slit by flying weapons.
Suddenly, several dark figures emerged from the shadows and respectfully greeted, "Lord Feng, Lord Jialing."
Feng tossed the exhausted Ning Xian to them and turned away coldly.
—You damn phoenix! Do you think a girl is a burden?!
Chapter Seventy-Five: Internal Strife within the Demonic Cult (from "The Story of My Wife Climbing the Wall") by Lian Zhi Qingting.
The familiar surroundings, the familiar smells—Ning Xian collapsed onto her bed in her room, feeling utterly exhausted. She didn't even have time to wrap herself in the blankets before drifting off to sleep…
Her consciousness gradually faded, and she seemed to vaguely hear a knocking sound, but she couldn't even open her eyes. In a daze, she saw a red shadow gradually approaching, stopping by the bedside, bending down and brushing the hair that had fallen on her face.
"Feng...stop it..." She brushed the hand away, buried her face in the sheets, and tried to go back to sleep, but the hand paused, then suddenly grabbed her and lifted her up—
"What did you just say?! You really were having an affair with Feng?!"
—Huh? Ning Xian was forced to open her eyes, only to find the enraged Gandharva King standing before her. She was dumbfounded. How could it be him?
"I knew something was wrong when Feng followed you around and I couldn't see her! And the two of you even came back together?! You brat, you dared to collude with the enemy, and it was that Feng guy you were colluding with!!"
"What external enemy? Feng is also a member of the Netherworld Cult..."
"Those from the Blissful Heaven are outsiders! They are enemies! They are foreign enemies!! You girl have really been corrupted by that guy! — How dare he seduce people from our Netherworld Heaven, I'm going to confront the Blissful Heaven!!" Throwing Ning Xian aside, the Gandharva stormed out the door, both angry and excited — He... was he just looking for an excuse to cause trouble for the Blissful Heaven and Feng?
She shook herself a couple of times in frustration, then plopped down on the floor—whatever it was, she'd deal with it after she woke up—so tired… *snoring*
"Ning Xian! Ning Xian!!"
Yu Lin's voice came from outside the door, anxiously banging on it. Ning Xian groaned twice and buried himself under the covers. After knocking for a while without anyone answering, Yu Lin pushed the door open and saw Ning Xian on the bed. He knew that this guy was so engrossed in his sleep that he wouldn't care if the sky fell. "Ning Xian, get up! Wake up! The Netherworld and the Blissful Heaven are fighting!" He pushed Ning Xian hard, and she finally peeked out from under the covers, muttering, "When don't they fight? They'll be done fighting eventually. Even if you come with me, it won't make a difference—come on, let's sleep together..." She reached out and pulled Yu Lin up with her. Yu Lin hadn't expected this move and lost his balance, falling onto the bed. He smiled bitterly and said, "This time it's really serious. You can't not go—the Gandharva King has brought people to fight Feng Xue, and now the two sides have started fighting—" Ning Xian suddenly sat up straight in bed, squinting his eyes sleepily, and let out a long howl—
"Why are these people so persistent and never let us have peace and quiet?!"
She jumped out of bed and stormed out the door, not towards the main courtyard, but towards the main altar—
"Dongfang Qingming!"
Just as Dongfang Juehuang was finally awake and was making the most of his time by eating and drinking a little something and checking on the school affairs, Ning Xian suddenly barged in and slammed his hand heavily on his desk—
—Is that brat rebelling?