"What?" Feng glanced at her indifferently, unconcerned about revealing his radiant beauty, and the two rosy nipples that were faintly visible on his collar with his subtle movements... It was as if some fragmented memory surfaced in Ning Xian's mind. She felt dizzy and short of breath, and a wonderful "taste" that clearly did not belong to her memory but was firmly remembered by her body kept surging and surging...
She hurriedly stared straight ahead at the food in her bowl, "No, no, it's nothing..."
Buddha…why does she have those memories? Didn't she remember nothing? Yes, she doesn't remember, she doesn't remember… *cries* Lord Feng, you're still showing off like this in front of the person who once cruelly and inhumanly violated you. Are you trying to provoke him into making a mistake? Although Ning Xian doesn't consider himself a lecherous man, the thought of his past with this person… *cough cough*
She lingered at the dinner table, but she seemed to have forgotten that Feng was not a very patient person. After advising her to rest early once, he took action the second time, walking over and lifting her onto the bed.
"Hey, what are you doing??"
"Take off your clothes."
"You take yours off, why are you taking mine off?!"
Do you want me to continue taking my clothes off?
"……don't want."
"I think we should take it off."
"No! Keep it, don't catch a cold!"
So Feng happily stripped Ning Xian of his outer garment and pressed him down to sleep.
—Huh? Just sleeping?
—I despise those with impure thoughts. We're all good kids, good kids.
Okay, Ning Xian might as well despise herself too. But if Feng didn't have "that kind of" thought, why did he insist on sharing a room with her? She certainly didn't think he'd reached the point where he didn't want to leave her for even a moment, so could it be...?
She turned to look at Feng, who was sharing the bed with her and had her eyes closed as if about to fall asleep, and said softly, "Hey, I said..."
Feng opened her eyes. "What?"
"How much silver do you have on you? If you don't have enough, don't be so wasteful. The silver ingot you gave the waiter is enough for us to stay for half a month..."
Feng glared at her irritably and decided to continue sleeping with her eyes closed.
—Uh, how did I guess wrong? But if it weren't for not having enough money, why would I be so frugal as to only want one room?
—Didn't this guy think about the near-murder they almost got killed before they came out? This was just for safety, for safety!
Was it something she hadn't thought about at all, or was she deliberately avoiding thinking about it? Ning Xian had never slept in the same bed with anyone before—except when she was unconscious. So, no matter how she tossed and turned, she could feel the warm body next to her radiating an unsettling heat. Feng could tolerate her with her eyes closed at first, but when she got really annoyed by Ning Xian's tossing and turning, she simply reached out and flipped Ning Xian onto her back, pressing herself against her.
"What are you doing?!
Are you going to sleep or not?
"Sleep, sleep, sleep!"
"Very well, then don't flip through it anymore!"
The weight was finally off him, and Ning Xian breathed a sigh of relief. But then he thought, they'd already done *that*, so even if something else happened, it wouldn't be a loss for him, right...? Practice makes perfect, is that what they mean by "practice makes perfect"? (Is that how you use it??)
She turned her head and saw Feng staring at her with his eyes open. She forced a smile and said, "I'll sleep, I'll sleep..."
Ning Xian forced his eyes shut and soon fell asleep... Feng propped himself up, his hand reaching over Ning Xian's body to support himself on the bed. He slowly leaned down and gently kissed the familiar lips from his memory before lying back down. But this time, it was Feng's turn to lie awake with his eyes open.
Just as dawn broke, Ning Xian was harassed relentlessly. A man who wouldn't get out of bed until late morning couldn't stand this, so he simply pulled the covers over himself and went back to sleep. Feng Zhang, who had never woken anyone before, tried to push Ning Xian away, but the covers only tightened around him. So, this impatient fellow simply lowered his head and bit down on Ning Xian's ear, which was sticking out from under the covers—
"Aaaaaahh ...
Ning Xian covered her ears and jumped out of the test paper, pressing herself tightly against the wall. "Why did you bite me!?"
When she regained her senses, she saw Feng's disheveled appearance, with the teeth marks still clearly visible on her smooth skin, stirring up memories of a horrific morning.
"I didn't do anything! I didn't do it this time!!" she blurted out instinctively, only to be met with a cold laugh and a disdainful glance from Feng. "Once is enough. Get up!" He then left her behind and got up to dress himself.
Ning Xian glanced at the sky outside the window, sighed, and slowly climbed out of bed—when had she ever been so tolerant and humble to anyone? She really shouldn't do anything wrong… She longed to return to the days when she could openly point her finger at Feng and yell at him. Ugh, it wasn't like she was the one wanting to… she followed Feng out of the inn like a wilted eggplant, without even being given breakfast.
"Where are we going?" "There's a market in the neighboring town this morning. I heard it's quite interesting, and the girls and wives in the area really like it. Let's go check it out."
"You even know this?"
"I asked the waiter when I ordered yesterday. I left this morning and arrived just in time."
Why treat her like an ordinary young woman or wife? As for the market... well, there's always plenty of good food there, right? Anyway, as long as there's food, that's good.
"But, Lord Feng, can't we get up later and just 'fly' over there?" Setting off in the morning, that refers to the walking distance of an ordinary person, right?
Feng didn't take it seriously and suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand. "Try to take a proper walk once in a while. Just stroll around slowly."
Ning Xian looked up at the sky. It was early morning, her stomach was empty, so she went for a walk...
—What a heartless stepmother! I want to change the male lead!
As the town gradually awoke in the early morning, the sounds of roosters crowing, people getting up, and children crying filled the air. Walking slowly along the path, Ning Xian suddenly realized that she had never experienced anything like this before. This kind of ordinary, peaceful, and joyful life seemed so far removed from her reality.
"Little Black, go away! Get out of here, don't bother Hua Hua. Hua Hua, I've pulled up some new sorghum stalks, teach me how to weave cricket cages—"
"Okay, give it to me."
Ning Xian paused, turned around slightly, and Feng asked, "What's wrong?"
"No...it's nothing."
I think I heard a familiar voice...? Hmm, I must be mistaken. How could she possibly know anyone in a place like this?
Chapter Sixty-One: Searching for the Demon