The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Zhou Shiyue stretched out his hand, fingers slightly closed, as if he wanted to hold someone's hand.

Lu Zhaoling looked at his hands that had been grasping the air, and her eyes flashed.

At this moment, a wisp of red mist emerged from under the bed and swirled around, about to float onto the bed.

It looked like she was going to spin low and get into Zhou Shiyue's arms.

At this time, Zhou Shiyue was in a dream.

He dreamed of the wedding night, the red candles flickering with warm light, the warm red tent exuding a festive atmosphere, and the temperature rising steadily.

The bride sitting on the bed, with a veil covering her head, clearly did not show her face, but she sat there like a witch who attracted him and made his blood boil.

She held out her hand to him.

"Husband."

The voice was soft and had a hint of hook, and it sounded like Lu Zhaoling's voice.

However, compared with usual, it is two points less crisp and two points more charming.

Zhou Shiyue also reached out and held her hand.

"A Ling..." he whispered, "I finally married you."

"I am finally marrying you. Husband, are you willing to marry me?"

"It's me you want to marry, right? Zhou Shiyue."

He asked "Lu Zhaoling" twice, and the second time, he called him by his full name.

Zhou Shiyue held her hand, and the lust in his eyes suddenly faded away quickly.

Just as he was about to push the person away, at the same time, Lu Zhaoling, who was standing beside the bed, suddenly reached out and grabbed the red mist.

"what!"

The "bride" in Zhou Shiyue's dream screamed and disappeared, and he woke up instantly.

When he woke up, he sat up suddenly.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Zhaoling clenching one hand, and a cloud of mist dissipated in her hand.

Lu Zhaoling raised her eyes to look at him, met his gaze, and raised her eyebrows. "Come down."

Zhou Shiyue immediately understood that this meant he was being asked to get out of bed.

He quickly got out of bed and moved behind her.

Now thinking about Lu Zhaoling's previous actions, I understood.

He thought...

He thought she wanted to try out the new bed, but he didn't expect that her eyes were so determined as if she wanted to cleanse the mountains and rivers and eliminate all evil spirits.

After all, he was thinking too much.

How could his Lu Xiaoer be that kind of person?

Lu Zhaoling lit a purification talisman on the bed. When it burned out, she flicked her hand and the talisman ashes disappeared. However, the bed curtains seemed to sway as if a breeze had blown through them.

She reached back with one hand, grabbed Zhou Shiyue's arm through his sleeve, and led him away from the bed.

"Qinglin." She shouted outside.

The door opens.

"Miss, have you found it?"

Seeing that they all had doors, Lu Zhaoling said, "Come over and move the bed. Take a broom and sweep under the bed."

"what?"

Move the bed and sweep the floor?

Qinglin and the others didn't understand why at first, but they subconsciously obeyed Lu Zhaoling's orders.

Qingyin and Qingbao have already started moving.

"Miss, I will get the broom."

"Miss, I'll fetch you a bucket of well water and mop the floor carefully."

Qinglin and Qingfeng hurried in and called two more people. The bed was indeed strong and heavy, so they needed to call two more people to move it.

Lu Zhaoling pulled Zhou Shiyue away.

She was still watching them busying themselves when she heard Zhou Shiyue's low voice.

"Er, won't you tell me what's going on?"

There was a hint of grievance in the voice.

Lu Zhaoling turned her head and could still see a hint of lust in his eyes.

She tilted her head to think for a moment, then asked him, "What did you dream about just now?"

Zhou Shiyue: “…”

He was a bit psychologically uncomfortable. Although he had sensed something was wrong even in his dream and would definitely not be fooled in the end, he did fall into the dream so quickly after all.

And in the dream, the person I saw was Zhao Ling, and he stretched out his hand.

Even if it was a dream, fake, he couldn't have really held someone else's hand, but Zhou Shiyue felt that his cultivation was still not enough. He had made his consciousness strong enough that he should be able to wake up as soon as he fell asleep.

Although he didn't say what he was thinking at the moment, but after Lu Zhaoling asked the question and saw that his expression was unclear and he didn't answer immediately, she guessed what he was thinking at the moment.

She thought about it and looked at him with a little surprise.

"Zhou Shiyue, you're not blaming yourself, are you?"

The person in his dream had called him by his full name before, and now when he heard Lu Zhaoling calling him that too, Zhou Shiyue raised his hand and lightly pressed his brow.

"I dreamed about my wedding night," he said.

Lu Zhaoling looked at him and asked, "How far have you progressed?"

"..."

Zhou Shiyue's temple throbbed.

"The veil hasn't even been lifted! Don't worry, whether in reality or in a dream, I will definitely keep the veil lifted for you."

Seeing that he was gritting his teeth, Lu Zhaoling couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She suddenly took a step forward. They were already standing close to each other, and taking this step forward was like throwing herself into his arms.

Lu Zhaoling hugged his strong waist and looked up at him in his arms.

"Brother, you don't have to blame yourself. You woke up very quickly."

Zhou Shiyue had already been teased by her once before, and after this, the blood in his body was boiling and warming up, warming and boiling again. Now when he heard her call him brother, he couldn't help himself.

He immediately wrapped his arms around Lu Zhaoling's body, turned a few steps with her, and the two of them retreated into the corner nearby. Zhou Shiyue reached out and pressed somewhere on the wall, and Lu Zhaoling felt the ground beneath their feet turn, and her vision darkened.

They actually walked along the wall into a dark room, and there was no light in it.

Lu Zhaoling immediately knew that he had taken her directly into the secret room in his dormitory.

She clung to his embrace, her voice lower and softer, "Brother, is this something exciting? A secret room affair?"

Zhou Shiyue's breathing was in a mess.

He clamped his hands around her waist, pressing her towards the tense part of his body, and suddenly lowered his head to precisely cover her lips in the darkness.

Lu Zhaoling was speechless.

The temperature in the secret room was rising to the point of exploding.

I don’t know how long it took, but Lu Zhaoling was held powerlessly by Zhou Shiyue.

Zhou Shiyue rested his hand on her forehead and calmed down.

"They're gone."

His voice was hoarse, with a look of reluctant satisfaction.

"I'll take you out."

Before Lu Zhaoling could say anything, she felt the surroundings move around and they were back in the outer room.

As expected, Zhong Qing had already left, and the door was closed.

The room was quiet.

The bed moved slightly, and the ground under the bed had been scrubbed clean, leaving nothing behind.

Without Lu Zhaoling's order, they didn't dare to move the bed back to its original position immediately.

Lu Zhaoling wanted to go over and check again, so she patted Zhou Shiyue's arm and asked him to let her go.

As a result, she saw a wet stain on her dress, and there was a faint, unspeakable smell.

"Zhou Shiyue!"