Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 410: 'One' is naked
The snow gradually subsided.

The horse's hooves left a long trail of footprints in the snow. The horses were harnessed to the cart and as they galloped, the rolling wheels crushed the ice and snow on the ground, making a creaking sound.

Abbot Dongwen was lying on the inside wrapped in a soft blanket, his face pale and still unconscious.

Zhao Wumian also changed into a new winter outfit. Holding the reins, his eyelids felt heavy and he couldn't help yawning. The whistling cold wind did not boost his spirits.

After a fierce battle with Wuxiang Emperor, he suffered serious internal injuries. Although he was not as miserable as Abbot Dongwen, at this moment he just wanted to find a comfortable and warm home to have a good rest.

But since they hadn't reached the nearest town yet, they could only muster up their courage and shout "Gee!" again.

He walked in a hurry, mainly to be on guard against Shaman Tian and Mo Jingxue.

He was not afraid that the two men would suddenly attack him, but he had to consider the seriously injured Abbot Dongwen.

He actually has a very good relationship with Abbot Dongwen, otherwise Dongwen would not have received the order of the leader of the Zhubei Alliance from him.

What's more, if nothing unexpected happens, Monk Dongwen is still his father-in-law.

If Dong Wen had not traveled outside when he was in Jin, he would have known everything as soon as he saw Zhao Wumian...but he didn't know whether he would allow Zhao Wumian to covet his daughter.

Xiao Lengyue and Guan Yunshu both knew medicine and could tell something was wrong from Zhao Wumian's expression.

Zhao Wumian knows "Liu Wuyi", so his injury is not serious. Zi Yi also gave him a lot of healing pills, but it is definitely better to find a safe place to heal as soon as possible than to be bumpy on horseback.

Guan Yunshu bent down and took out the map from the saddle bag, determined the direction, and then said:

"We are currently in the northern part of Yanyun, close to the border. This place is an ancient battlefield that has been fought for many years. Most of the conflicts between the imperial court and Goguryeo and the Rong people took place here. There are not many towns here. The nearest town... is still fifty miles away. You just hold on a little longer."

"The injury is not that serious, I just want to sleep..." Zhao Wumian didn't finish his words when he remembered something, looked at Guan Yunshu, and changed the subject.

"I just killed Wuxiang Huang. I'm afraid his martial arts are only slightly inferior to Wudamu and Shamantian. I'm almost dizzy. How about you come over and help me hold the horse?"

Guan Yunshu raised her pretty face from the map to look at him and asked curiously:

"You are lying with the abbot?"

"I don't want to be crowded with men."

"Then you are..." Guan Yunshu paused, understood what Zhao Wumian's intention was, and then withdrew his gaze indifferently, looked at the map, estimated the time, and simply ignored Zhao Wumian.

"Why don't you continue asking?" Zhao Wumian asked curiously.

"What kind of person are you? Don't you want to sleep in my arms?"

"I've recovered my memory...what if I've changed?"

"Become a gentleman?" Guan Yunshu couldn't help but be curious about Zhao Wumian's past.

"Becoming a ruthless flower thief."

Zhao Wumian looked Guan Yunshu up and down, looked at her with an aggressive gaze, and threatened:

"Flower thieves like nuns the most. Women with Taoist identities are the most exciting to taste."

Upon hearing this, Guan Yunshu raised his eyes again and looked at Zhao Wumian with a sharp tone.

"Do you still like the Taoist nun?"

?

"You're focusing on the wrong thing, but I don't know any Taoist nuns, and I don't like them. I only like Buddhist nuns."

Zhao Wumian explained first, and then his expression deliberately showed a bit of pride.
"I am no longer the same person I was before. You can't escape from my grasp."

"Ah."

Zhao Wumian looked at her in surprise, and when his gaze came over, Guan Yunshu shyly covered her face with the map.

After a few seconds, Zhao Wumian said, "You have changed. You can even say such words to tease men."

"Associating with the good becomes good, associating with the bad becomes bad. I don't want to do that, but I have no choice. I am too familiar with you, so I am bound to be influenced by you."

Her ethereal and pleasant voice came from behind the map.

"That silly nun who took the banknotes to buy coal in Jin, listened to my slander, and was tricked by me into going to the mountains to fight bandits, has never returned."

"Ok?"

"The clever nun who took the silver note to buy coal in Jin, saw my hint, and took the initiative to go to the mountain to suppress the bandits is still the same as before."

Guan Yunshu then looked away with satisfaction.

Xiao Lengyue rode his horse beside him, looking at Guan Yunshu and then at Zhao Wumian. He felt that if Zhao Wumian could marry Guan Yunshu, their life would be very interesting.

After a moment, she came back to her senses, flew to sit behind Zhao Wumian, pulled the reins, and said softly:

"You take a rest, Auntie is setting up the horse."

Zhao Wumian was tall and strong, and Xiao Lengyue was also tall. The two of them were riding on the same horse, which was inevitably crowded. Zhao Wumian could feel two large warm and soft pillows on his back, which made his body stiffen a little.

But Xiao Lengyue obviously would not bother with Zhao Wumian about this. She held the reins with one hand and held Zhao Wumian's wrist with the other, concentrating on taking his pulse.

After a moment, she frowned slightly, fumbled in her bosom, took out a pill, and stuffed it into Zhao Wumian's mouth with a little force, and said in an unquestionable tone:
"Recuperate and heal your wounds."

The pill melted immediately after entering the mouth, and the surging medicinal power spread throughout the limbs and bones, turning into waves of warmth and soothing internal injuries.

Zhao Wumian had his own medicine, which was given to him by Ziyi, but he could also take his aunt's medicine without worry.

Having said this, he did not refuse. He relaxed a little, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing... He was indeed tired.

As he adjusted his breathing and looked inward, his mind gradually relaxed. He leaned in Xiao Lengyue's arms, and a charming feminine fragrance came to his nose.

As the drug was absorbed, he gradually felt a bit sleepy, as if he had drunk too much and his head was a little dizzy.

It is not surprising that if the drug is too strong, the body will spontaneously put itself into a sleeping state in order to better absorb the drug's power.

Zhao Wumian didn't care, but was worried that Mo Jingxue or Shamantian might attack at any time. He forced himself to stay awake, suppress his tiredness, and be alert to his surroundings.

Guan Yunshu knew the relationship between Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue. Since they were riding on the same horse, she naturally had no reaction. She just remembered the pill that Xiao Lengyue had just fed to Zhao Wumian.

She had a little knowledge of everything, and although her medical skills were not as good as Zi Yi and Luo Chaoyan, she could still be called a 'miracle doctor' in the martial arts world...but she couldn't recognize what kind of medicine it was.

Guan Yunshu pondered for a moment, knowing that Xiao Lengyue could not possibly harm Zhao Wumian, so he did not take it to heart and just thought of it as a special healing medicine made by Taixuan Palace.

The snow had stopped and night was gradually falling. The sky was clear and the stars were shining brightly.

In the snowy fields covered with scars of battle, wild wolves sniffed the scent of blood, found many human corpses, and feasted on them.

But when they found a corpse in white sitting in front of a snow hill, they whimpered in fear and ran away with their tails between their legs.

Even though the Wuxiang Emperor is dead, he is still a terrifying existence to these beasts.

A figure with a broken arm walked on the snow, stopped in front of the corpse, and carefully examined the injury.

"What a fast sword... Zhao Wumian's martial arts have improved a lot compared to Donghai Penglai."

Shamantian squatted down and looked at the wound on Wuxiang Emperor's neck, his tone a little dazed.

Only a few months have passed, and Zhao Wumian's strength is no longer the same as it was before.

On Penglai Island, Shamantian was preoccupied with finding the Jinboshan furnace. In addition, with Guiyi Zhenren by his side and Mo Jingxue interfering, he did not have a real fight with Zhao Wumian.

But he knew that if no one interfered, he would definitely win if he fought Zhao Wumian alone, but he might not be able to kill Zhao Wumian.

But now it seems that if he faces Zhao Wumian, his chance of winning is probably only 50%.

It would be too reckless and obviously inappropriate to rush over and kill him.

Shamantian stood up, snapped his fingers, and a deep pit appeared on the snow field beside him.

He lifted Wuxianghuang by his collar and threw him in.

"I have already reminded you that it is more appropriate to deal with King Yan than Zhao Wumian... Unfortunately, you are too greedy and too confident in your sword."

"But your death in Yanyun can be regarded as returning to your roots, and your journey into the world is not in vain."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand lightly, and the soil mixed with the snow buried the deep pit.

Shaman Tian was quite humane and even helped Emperor Wuxiang to rest in peace.

After finishing all this, he pondered for a moment and turned to look towards the north.

With the death of Emperor Wuxiang, the morale of the Goguryeo army could not help but be shaken, but Shamantian did not care about these worldly things. He was only thinking about how to seize the Nine Bells.

Mo Jingxue had a sheath of seclusion, but he had just fought with Mo Jingxue for a whole day and it ended in nothing. The martial arts of that prodigal son were indeed terrifyingly high.

At the moment, he can't do anything to Mo Jingxue, and Mo Jingxue can't do anything to him.

Zhao Wumian held in his hands the Red Silk of Naraku, the Gold-Inlaid Boshan Furnace, the Qingying Jade Robe and three pieces of nine bells, but he was only wearing the Red Silk of Naraku on his body.

Zhao Wumian was also chasing Mo Jingxue. The best way would be to let these two fight first.

But how to make them fight is a difficult task.

Shamantian remembered something, thought for a moment, and then looked towards the north again.

The snow has stopped, the stars are hanging low over the field, the accumulated snow reflects some of the starlight, and there seems to be a layer of black shadow outside the horizon.

Shaman Tian stroked the human-skin drum around his waist and flew north.

He believed that Zhao Wumian and Mo Jingxue would definitely come.

On the other side, Mo Jingxue walked up the hillside on the snow. He was injured and bright red blood seeped out of his robe.

He didn't take it seriously. He held the wine jug in his hand, took a step, leaving a trail of bloody footprints, drank another step of wine, and coughed from time to time.

On the hillside, the snow was white. Mo Jingxue held a ceremonial sword in one hand and a wine jug in the other. He looked out at the vast snowfield and sighed softly.

Although his name is Mo Jingxue, he hates snow the most in his life. To Mo Jingxue, snow is cold and cruel. It causes the grass and trees to wither, the birds and animals to disappear, and all life to be cut off.

Wine is different. There is nothing more refreshing than drinking a glass of wine to warm yourself up in the snow.

He didn't want to come to Yanyun, which was where he was born and carried his unbearable memories.

Suddenly, he realized he was already over forty years old.

But the sword of the world is in this snowy field, and he has to come.

He must get the sword of transcendence.

Mo Jingxue shifted his gaze and scanned the scenery below the mountain, then flew to a pine forest.

The forest was deserted, trees were fallen and broken, the ground was full of deep pits of various sizes, and scars of battle.

At the same time that Zhao Wumian was fighting with Wuxiang Huang, there was also a fight going on here.

Mo Jingxue walked around the forest several times but couldn't find any trace of Wen Wuzheng. She shook her head slightly and sighed.

"Wen Wuzheng, ah Wen Wuzheng, you thought Zhao Wumian was a traitor and wanted to kill him, but now the real culprit hasn't come yet, but his good buddy came to beat you up first... Isn't that bad? How can the contemporary boxing champion be easily dealt with..."

Mo Jingxue gave up the search after failing to find anyone for a long time. No matter how fiercely Wen Wuzheng fought with the boxing leader, no one would be killed.

There are very few powerful men like Zhao Wumian who can kill Wu Kui in a one-on-one fight.

He left on his own and went to find a wine shop to buy some wine to satisfy his craving for alcohol.

In the middle of the night, a border town in Yanyun welcomed a group of wanderers. They were wrapped in cloaks and looked dusty. There was a seriously injured man on the cart behind their horses, which made many residents of the town look at them with suspicion.

But the northern part of Yanyun can be described as a place of 'poor mountains and bad waters'. Apart from the merchant caravans, the only people who can travel around in this place are fugitives.

Therefore, although the two women were extremely beautiful, the townspeople only took a few glances at them and then looked away, not daring to look at them any longer for fear of bringing about fatal disaster.

Lanterns were held up on both sides of the street, and the dim lights sparsely illuminated the road surface.

Ta-da, ta-da.

Zhao Wumian sat on the horse, looked at the dark sky with sleepy eyes, and yawned, "We are finally here."

"You must be sleepy. Take a good rest later." Xiao Lengyue sat behind him, holding the reins and smiling slightly.

Zhao Wumian didn't know why he was so sleepy. He just thought it was because of the effect of the medicine and because he found the nun and his tense mind finally relaxed.

When they arrived at the inn, Xiao Lengyue raised his hand and threw out a gold ingot, booking the entire inn, making sure that there was no one idle in the inn. The surrounding rooms were empty, and then he found the best room to rest.

Zhao Wumian carried Abbot Dongwen, laid him on the bed, and looked at his injuries.

Abbot Dongwen was nearly cut in half, and now he is alive only because of Wu Kui's physique. His injuries are now stable, and he just needs to rest, but it is obvious that he will not wake up unless he is unconscious for ten days or half a month.

He sighed softly and patted Dongwen on the shoulder.

"Luckily you have a good daughter, otherwise you would have died here. But I still have to hunt down Mo Jingxue, and I can't take you with me forever... I will contact the Sword Sect tomorrow morning and ask them to take you there to recuperate."

Dong Wen obviously couldn't hear what Zhao Wumian said, and Guan Yunshu was not in the house... She was in the lobby of the inn, arranging for the waiter to prepare meals.

When the hot meal was served, Zhao Wumian drank five bowls of rice in a row before he was full. He simply washed up and did not even have time to talk or flirt with the nun. He leaned tiredly on the couch and fell asleep soon after.

Guan Yunshu held the small bowl and chewed slowly, her cheeks slightly puffed up, chewing slowly, very cute. She glanced at Zhao Wumian on the couch with a curious expression, "Is his injury so serious? Why does he look like he took a knockout drug?"

The nun came closer with a bowl in her hand, frowned slightly, and took Zhao Wumian's pulse.

Xiao Lengyue also held the bowl and glanced at the puzzled Guan Yunshu. Somehow, her expression seemed a little guilty and she responded casually.

"The pill I gave him has a calming effect and helps him sleep. If he doesn't want to sleep, it will be useless. But if he is already tired and sleepy, he will naturally fall asleep faster than anyone else."

This is the truth, but Xiao Lengyue concealed part of the facts.

The pills she gave did have the effect of calming the nerves and helping with sleep, but the dosage of the pills was unusual.

Zhao Wumian has a congenital body that is immune to all poisons, but as the saying goes, the devil is one foot high, and the Tao is ten feet higher.

Xiao Lengyue and Xiao Yuanmu conducted careful research and finally figured out this elixir. When Zhao Wumian takes it after fighting with others, it will not only be beneficial to his injuries, but also help him fall asleep as soon as possible...

It will just make Zhao Wumian sleep a little more deeply.

For what? It’s self-evident.

Guan Yunshu obviously didn't know. He just felt that it was rare to see Zhao Wumian so obedient, so he took out a charcoal pencil from his sleeve and drew a kitten on Zhao Wumian's forehead. Then he nodded with satisfaction, turned around and left to continue eating.

Eating at the same table with Zhao Wumian's elders, she was not as nervous and awkward as Luo Xiangzhu. She finished her meal openly, put down her bowl and chopsticks, and asked curiously:
"Aunt Xiao, are you going to sleep with me tonight, or..."

Living together will definitely make it easier to deal with emergencies.

Xiao Lengyue held the teacup in both hands, blew hot air from her red lips, and smiled.

"You've worked hard all day, so take a good rest. I won't sleep anymore. I'll just stay in this room to keep watch."

Guan Yunshu glanced at the soundly sleeping Zhao Wumian, and without any suspicion, he nodded slightly, stood up, patted his robe, and said politely:
"Aunt Xiao, have a good rest too."

"Go to sleep."

After Guan Yunshu left, Xiao Lengyue silently put down the teacup and listened attentively for a moment.

Guan Yunshu went to sleep in the next room, while Dongwen fell asleep in another room.

There were not many people in the inn, and it was quiet, with only the slight creaking sound of the cold wind blowing through the windows outside.

Xiao Lengyue waited quietly for a moment before slowly getting up, lighting some calming incense in the incense burner, fetching some hot water to wash her face and feet, then she took out a martial arts book from her package and flipped through it casually, but it was obvious that she couldn't concentrate.

After hesitating for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Lengyue finally put down the book, blew lightly, and turned off the yellow light. When the room was dark and shrouded in darkness, he drew the curtains to block out the moonlight.

Only in this way can she conceal her tracks from others.

She definitely didn't want to follow Xiao Yuanmu's wishes and secretly have a child with Zhao Wumian while he was asleep.

Xiao Lengyue also has her own principles. If she really wants to have a child, it must be that she and Zhao Wumian are both willing and clear-headed.

The main reason why she drugged Zhao Wumian now was that she wanted to take it a step further.

I have been just eavesdropping before, but now it’s time to put it into practice.

Otherwise, how could we know whether she had sexual desire for Zhao Wumian?
Xiao Lengyue came to the couch, stroked the hem of her skirt with both hands, sat on the edge of the bed with her perky buttocks, and looked at Zhao Wumian for a few times.

There was a stove burning in the room. Zhao Wumian was wearing winter clothes, so he felt stuffy and sweated a lot.

Xiao Lengyue carefully helped him undress.

While undressing Zhao Wumian, she would always glance into his eyes from time to time to see if he was awake.

After taking off his outer robe, Zhao Wumian was left with only a pair of trousers.

Xiao Lengyue continued to take off her clothes in the dark, but the back of her hand touched something and she suddenly jumped up from the side of the couch as if she had been scalded.

"It's so hot..." She rubbed her wrist and could feel the residual warmth in her palm.

Xiao Yuanmu also added some ingredients to the medicine, which has the effect of strengthening the body and replenishing qi and blood.

Standing in the dim and dark environment, Xiao Lengyue couldn't help but think.

No one knows anyway...

Once this thought arises, some unspeakable desires in the heart begin to spread uncontrollably.

Xiao Lengyue gradually let go a little, and when Zhao Wumian's clothes were completely taken off, the outline of a dark shadow could be vaguely seen in the darkness.

Xiao Lengyue didn't dare to look any further. She silently took out the ointment, rubbed it on her palm, and applied it to the bruise on Zhao Wumian's chest.

After finishing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief, then squatted down beside the couch and looked straight at the black shadow.

She recalled that when she bathed Zhao Wumian when he was a child, she could not help but slightly bend her thumb and index finger, leaving a small gap between the two fingers.

Then she compared them one by one, and her beautiful eyes widened a little.

Last time in Mount Lushan, Xiao Yuanmu was by her side and she had never dared to look at him. Now that she was alone, she looked carefully. How much bigger had it become?

Xiao Lengyue shook her head repeatedly, came back to her senses, and prepared to get down to business, taking out the pornographic book she had prepared in advance from her arms.

This book was prepared for her by Xiao Yuanmu, and four big words were clearly written on the cover.

My aunt's clothes are wet.

Obviously, it was specially found from the market in order to fit Xiao Lengyue's identity and make her feel involved.

Xiao Lengyue had never read it before because she had no chance to do so. Now that she has taken a closer look, she realizes that there are so many shameless and immoral things in the world.

After all, Xiao Lengyue and Zhao Wumian are not related by blood, but this in the book, this... Alas, I'm too embarrassed to talk about it.

Xiao Lengyue turned to look at the illustrations in the book, imitated them, and stretched out her little hand.

After fiddling with it for a while, Xiao Lengyue didn't feel anything strange.

She is really not someone who is interested in matters between men and women.

Xiao Lengyue pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Zhao Wumian's face.

She thought that one day Zhao Wumian would hug her roughly, tear open her skirt, and press her down on the couch, just like the scene in "Auntie's Clothes Are Watery", calling her auntie while...

Hmm...still don't feel anything.

Xiao Lengyue let go of his hand and continued flipping through the book, wanting to see if there were any more exciting plots.

You can't always rely on Yuanmu, right?

But suddenly, I heard some muffled talking in my sleep.

"Aunt..."

Xiao Lengyue's delicate body trembled suddenly, and her heart was pounding, almost jumping out of her throat.

Looking panicked, Zhao Wumian didn't even open his eyes.

Zhao Wumian was just asleep, not unconscious. He was just sleeping very deeply. In a daze, he felt someone was trying to stop him, so he tried to stay awake, but he still didn't wake up.

It was just like a dream from which he had already woken up. He smelled the fragrance of Xiao Lengyue and spoke subconsciously.

"Auntie is here, what's wrong?" Xiao Lengyue judged Zhao Wumian's condition, maintained the calm demeanor of a martial arts master, and said softly.

Zhao Wumian slowly raised one hand and held Xiao Lengyue's small hand.

Xiao Lengyue was just wondering, but she heard Zhao Wumian pinching her gently as if to comfort her, and then she said vaguely with her throat bitten:
"Don't worry, I will definitely find Jiu'er... Even if she is dead, I will ascend to become an immortal and go to the underworld to bring her back..."

Zhao Wumian felt like he was dreaming, and what he said must be what was in his heart.

Xiao Lengyue stood there in a daze, looking at Zhao Wumian in surprise. His heart, which was already beating rapidly due to panic, was still beating loudly in his chest.

"You, what are you doing here?"

"Aunt has already lost her parents... She can't lose her sister... Yuanmu and I... We are not your biological children."

Xiao Lengyue looked at Zhao Wumian's expression again before responding softly.

"I treat you as my own children. So what if we are not related by blood?"

"no the same……"

"What's the difference?"

"Aunt has been worrying about the inheritance of the Xiao family... When I find Jiu'er, your worries will be shared by someone... and you will feel much better..."

Xiao Lengyue was stunned again, but her heart beat faster.

She whispered again: "How do you know that Auntie is worried about this? Did Yuanmu tell you? Or did you guess?"

This question was a bit long. In Zhao Wumian's current state, he certainly couldn't answer it. He seemed to have a brain crash, and he kept repeating words like "aunt" and "wine".

Xiao Lengyue laughed dumbly, and asked softly:

"If my aunt dies too, will you also go to the underworld to bring her back for me?"

"Auntie... won't die. I... am different now..."

"What if you go to the underworld and can't find wine?"

Xiao Lengyue's words sounded like those of an innocent girl. After all, the underworld might not exist.

"You can find it... you can find it..."

Zhao Wumian kept repeating himself, breathing evenly, still sleeping soundly.

Xiao Lengyue stopped talking and just looked at his face. Gradually, a blush appeared on her face.

She turned a few pages of the book in her hand, looked at the illustrations, then slowly stood up and raised her hands to unbutton her skirt.

sough----

The skirt fell to the ground, and then a pair of thin moon-white pants slid down together, revealing a pair of slender, white, and tender legs with graceful curves.

Then the pair of legs stretched out from the skirt and slowly climbed onto the couch.

Xiao Lengyue was still wearing her underwear, straddling Zhao Wumian's legs. She held the book in one hand, glanced at it for a few seconds, and then leaned forward with her waist.

The white crescent moon suppresses the shadows in the darkness.

The crescent moon cannot illuminate the shadow, but it can suppress it so that it cannot turn over.

The back crescent moon was rubbed lightly back and forth, and Xiao Lengyue frowned slightly, feeling dry and dark.

She was wondering whether she should find some kind of ointment to rub and moisturize Zhao Wumian's body, when suddenly she felt something strange about her body.

She had a strange feeling that she put herself in the shoes of Mu Lier and Xiao Yuanmu when she heard about Mu Lier and Luo Xiangzhu's affair.

Xiao Lengyue's face turned red as blood as she looked at the four big words on the cover of the book.

I finally understood what "aunt's clothes are wet" meant.

She gritted her teeth, threw the book aside, and placed her hands on Zhao Wumian's chest, enduring it.

Her delicate body kept shaking and she could no longer bear it.

Zhao Wumian was vaguely aware of someone pouring water on him and he opened his eyes a little.

Xiao Lengyue was wearing a top, but the collar kept swaying, and she was only wearing a pair of underwear underneath.

The underwear left a crescent mark, which was very conspicuous.

?

Zhao Wumian's brain was groggy and he couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality, but based on the sensation, it seemed, it seemed...

When he saw Xiao Lengyue's flushed face, he suddenly became more conscious, but immediately afterwards, Xiao Lengyue felt that he had made too much noise, so he raised his hand and pressed Zhao Wumian's sleeping point.

Zhao Wumian closed his eyes again. In a state of half-asleep and half-awake, he could still feel the curve of the crescent moon and its wonderful touch.

Although Xiao Lengyue was shaking all over, she thought of...

This is quite a big improvement. In the past, I always had to put myself in Yuan Mu's shoes to arouse my lust. Now, I don't need Yuan Mu, I can do it myself...

Xiao Lengyue didn't know whether this was a sign that she had fallen in love with Zhao Wumian, but at least she had taken a crucial step forward.

Guan Yunshu next door looked at the two of them in confusion.

She could hear the two people whispering, but she thought they were just talking in private and didn't pay any attention to it.

Why is there a few more sticky sounds now?
baffling.

Guan Yunshu looked away, holding a rag, wiping his oil-paper umbrella and the jade flute he carried with him.

She doesn't play the flute often, but she knows all kinds of tunes, and the one she plays most often is "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix".

But there is definitely no need to play the flute to disturb others now.

(End of this chapter)