Дневник похудения Су Юаньюань

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Even if he takes Shen Zhili back now, even if Shen Zhili doesn't say it, she will still want to see Su Chenche in her heart. She is no longer the little girl who was bullied and manipulated by him and would still call him "senior brother" in a silly way. She has other irreplaceable people she cares about...

With her arms crossed, Hua Jiuye paused for a moment, closed her eyes, and said resentfully, "Fine... but as long as we're still here, you're not allowed to expel the poison."

Su Chenche smiled and said, "Okay."

Glancing at the pile of dark iron blocks outside, Zhai Feng tried to push it with her hand, and couldn't help but look distressed: "My lord, what if Miss Shen doesn't wake up?"

Su Chenche also lowered his gaze and said calmly, "Then we'll just keep waiting."

Zhai Feng: "But...Master, we'll get hungry..."

Su Chenche lowered his gaze: "I just ate, I'm not hungry."

Zhai Feng tugged at Qingxing's sleeve: "...I wasn't talking about you, I was saying we'll be hungry...Don't you think so, Qingxing?"

Su Chenche didn't even lift his eyelids: "What does your hunger have to do with me?"

Zhai Feng sighed, "My lord, you're getting more and more... shameless!"

Su Chenche turned his head expressionlessly, revealing a chilling smile: "This poison is quite interesting. Would you like me to transfer some of it to you, Master?"

Zhai Feng: "...No need, I was wrong!"

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Half an hour has passed.

"Gurgle."

Zhai Feng: "I'm so hungry... my stomach keeps growling..."

Qingxing: "Just bear with it..."

An hour has passed.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Zhai Feng: "...I can't hold back anymore, I'm starving."

Qingxing hesitated, "There's still tea on the table. Shall I pour it for you?"

Zhai Feng: "What good is drinking tea? I want to eat meat!"

"This...grunt..." Qingxing's stomach rumbled, and she blushed. "Miss Shen should wake up soon, right?"

Two hours have passed.

Grabbing Su Chenche's sleeve, Zhai Feng said in a daze, "I can't take it anymore... Master, please let me out. Hmm, I think I smell food."

Su Chenche: "An illusion."

Zhai Feng tugged hard at Su Chenche's sleeve: "No, really, really..."

Su Chenche smiled: "Let go."

Zhai Feng suddenly let go.

Three hours have passed.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

Zhai Feng slumped into the chair: "It's not my stomach."

Qingxing: "It's not mine either..."

The Twelve Nights behind them: "They're not ours..."

Hua Jiuye suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze icy: "Why are you looking at me?"

"I'm so hungry..."

A soft murmur came from the bed.

Su Chenche took two steps to the bedside and asked gently and carefully, "Zhi Li?"

The person on the bed moved their eyes. Su Chenche was pushed to the side by Hua Jiuye, who frowned and said, "Open your eyes if you're awake."

Shen Zhili slowly opened her eyes, looked around, and finally fixed them on Su Chenche: "Hungry..."

Su Chenche took out an extremely exquisite small lunchbox from his sleeve, quickly heated it with his internal energy, and handed it to Shen Zhili. He lifted the lid and found a variety of delicious-looking dishes inside, with the aroma of the food filling the air.

Zhai Feng: "..." I'm speechless!

Shen Zhili glanced at the dishes, then at Su Chenche, and hesitated before asking, "You are..."

The group exchanged bewildered glances once more.

What's going on?

Amnesia again?

Su Chenche grasped Shen Zhili's hand: "...Your husband!"

The next moment, her hand was forcibly pried open. A smile appeared on Hua Jiuye's lips as she pulled Shen Zhili over and said simply, "No, he was just passing by."

Shen Zhili blinked, then blinked again: "I remember, he is... my husband."

Hua Jiuye said decisively, "...You're mistaken!"

Shen Zhili closed his eyes briefly, pressed his nose, and said softly, "Senior brother, I really remember... I just couldn't recall it for a moment."

"Even if you remember him, he won't be your husband!"

On the other side, her clear amber eyes curved into crescent moons, and her smile was as beautiful and clear as a spring breeze: "...Zhi Li, it's good that you're alright."

Zhai Feng: My lord, could you be any more fake?! Your mouth is practically stretched to the heavens! Open the door for me first!

Lowering her hand, Shen Zhili looked at Su Chenche, her brows furrowing slightly: "I'm fine, you..."

The silver hairpin fixed to her head moved slightly, and Shen Zhili suddenly groaned and bent over.

"Know detachment!"

"Junior Sister!"

"Miss Shen!" "Valley Master Shen!"

Shen Zhili was already bent over and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, it's nothing... I just suddenly had a headache a moment ago, but it's fine now."

Her long hair hung down in front of her forehead, and no one noticed the fierce glint that flashed quickly in her eyes.

Shen Zhili was unwilling to say what had happened, and Hua Jiuye and Su Chenche were unwilling to pursue the matter, so naturally no one asked.

Although she didn't have any major injuries, she had quite a few minor ones. Hua Jiuye prescribed two formulas to nourish her qi and blood and calm her mind, forcing Shen Zhili to drink them every day.

The first group of righteous people had already ridden camels into the demonic sect, followed by a second group, and the number of righteous people remaining in Sunrise City was decreasing.

Shen Zhili recovered quickly. Hua Jiuye had no intention of fighting the Demonic Sect and wanted to take Shen Zhili away, but Shen Zhili refused.

"Shen Zhili... say it again!"

Shen Zhili remained silent for a long time, then lowered his eyes and said only, "Senior brother, please let me stay."

...I never expected this answer.

"Okay, very good."

Hua Jiuye sneered: "You really have guts to beg me for someone like that."

A hint of struggle flashed in Shen Zhili's eyes, but she finally regained her composure: "I'm sorry, senior brother."

Hua Jiuye stood up and said simply, "...If you refuse to come back with me tomorrow, then never look for your senior brother again in this lifetime... Ha, I'm such a fool to meddle in your business!"

Shen Zhili hurriedly said, "Senior brother..."

Before she could finish speaking, Hua Jiuye had already gotten up and slammed the door shut as she left.

Staring blankly at Hua Jiuye's retreating figure, Shen Zhili wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. She just subconsciously felt that she had done something wrong.

Almost simultaneously, Su Chenche leaned out of the window and then leaped in.

Shen Zhili paused for a moment, then clenched her fingers inside the blanket.

Su Chenche remained silent, bending down to gently embrace Shen Zhili, his slightly bluish face serene.

Previously, Hua Jiuye had been the one guarding him, so he had no chance to get close to Shen Zhili.

Shen Zhili let him hold her, her body stiffening for a moment before she moved her lips and asked, "What are you doing?"

Su Chenche hugged her tightly, refusing to let go: "Zhili...can I hold you for a while?"

"No……"

"sorry."

Shen Zhili raised the corners of her lips: "What have you wronged me about?"

Su Chenche: "...Zhi Li..." He didn't answer, but just kept murmuring Shen Zhi Li's name.

Su Chenche's aura quickly enveloped Shen Zhili, not strong but faintly lingering around all of Shen Zhili's senses, making her feel intoxicated.

Shen Zhili raised her neck, and a faint light flickered in her eyes as she gazed at the dark ceiling. It quickly subsided and turned into hatred.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Chenche finally said, "...Before, on the city wall..."

Shen Zhili interrupted him: "Are you going to the Demonic Sect?"

Su Chenche paused, then said, "Yes, but..."

Shen Zhili suddenly turned her head and kissed Su Chenche's lips.

Su Chenche: "Hmm..."

A sharp pain followed the sweetness of the kiss, and Shen Zhili slowly pulled away.

Looking down, Su Chenche saw a dagger deeply embedded in his abdomen.

Chapter Seventy

A ray of morning light climbed over the city wall.

Sober from his hangover, Hua Jiuye pressed his thumb to his forehead, tugged at the carriage reins, and frowned twice. No one came out of the city gate for a long time.

...That idiot Shen Zhili wouldn't really refuse to go back with Twelve Nights for his sake, would he?

...Who does Su Chenche even think he is!

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Hua Jiuye hooked Xiao Hua onto his shoulder and kicked the city gate open.