I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

Shen Guiling walked alone into the dark night. The moonlight was like mercury pouring down on the ground, making his figure look long and lonely.

An Ti regarded his handwriting as a bloodline inheritance, but it was not true.

When he vaguely guessed his identity, he secretly looked up information about his biological parents. Bai Mian was one of the greatest military strategists of our time, and even the military and political academy of Country A had Bai Mian's combat theories preserved.

He had seen Bai Mian's handwriting before, and for some reason, he began to imitate it subtly when he was learning S language.

Shen Guiling didn't want to think about it anymore and quickened his pace. He just wanted to go home.

The moment the door opened, his heart settled.

There was only a dim wall lamp left in the living room, like a gentle star, casting a soft filter over everything in front of him, including the gloom in his eyes.

Shen Guiling walked barefoot in the moonlight, bent down to pick up the messy clothes on the ground, and walked straight to the master bedroom in the corridor.

Pushing open the tightly closed door, his eyes were almost instantly caught by the figure on the bed.

Jiang Huashan was lying on his side, wrapped in a thin velvet blanket, and was sleeping soundly.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the half-drawn curtains, casting a sacred, frosty white cast on her. The blanket rose and fell slightly with her breathing, the edges slipping slightly, revealing her round shoulders and the glaring red mark near her collarbone.

Shen Guiling stood beside the bed and looked at her quietly for a long time.

The indescribable turmoil in his heart suddenly subsided. He once again confirmed that Jiang Huashan was his anchor, the only certain coordinate in his chaotic world.

Shen Guiling leaned down, his movements as gentle as a feather, afraid to disturb her sleep. The mattress sank slightly under his weight, causing a subtle vibration.

He touched her nose intimately.

Jiang Huashan moaned unconsciously in her sleep but did not wake up.

This low murmur was like thunder in the absolutely silent ambiguity, and the last trace of restraint in Shen Guiling's eyes completely collapsed.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips carrying the coolness of the night, and very gently brushed away the hair scattered on her cheek. Then, his fingertips slowly slid down along the graceful line of her neck.

Jiang Huashan, who was sleeping, felt this familiar invasion. Her body instinctively trembled slightly, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings, as if she was about to wake up in the next moment, but she was dragged by the deep sleepiness and could only make vague and dissatisfied nasal sounds.

Shen Guiling lowered his head, and one hand reached under the thin blanket, accurately grasping her soft waist, and with a little force, he hugged her deeper into himself.

"...Hmm..." Jiang Huashan finally noticed something was wrong. She opened her eyes hazily and met his eyes which were as dark as the night but burning with blazing flames.

She was not yet fully awake, and her sleepy, hoarse voice softly complained, "Shen Guiling, aren't you going to sleep?"

Shen Guiling stopped moving, propped himself up, hovered above her, and stared at her deeply.

The moonlight behind him gave him a silver edge, but it could not illuminate the desire in his eyes that almost devoured her.

"I don't want to sleep, I still want it."

"Ouch!" Jiang Huashan instinctively shuddered, wailed, and pulled the quilt over herself. "Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Shen Guiling was amused by her reaction and lifted the quilt and got close to her.

"Don't be afraid." His voice was extremely hoarse, with a hint of subtle coaxing. "This really is the last time, I promise."

*

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, shining warmly on the terrace of Qinyuan, dispelling the morning chill.

Jiang Huashan was sunk in a soft recliner, covered with a thin velvet blanket. She looked like a cat with its bones taken out, and even her fingertips revealed a lazy and powerless feeling.

The sunlight outlined her slightly languid profile, a faint dark tinge beneath her eyes, and her entire being exuded a sense of weakness, as if her vitality had been drained. She squinted, feeling the warmth of the sun, and mentally cursed a certain insatiable individual countless times.

What do you mean by "last time"? Shen Guiling was a liar and a slut. She was so pitiful, having just entered the mortal world and met such a monster.

Zhang Ru was confused. Seeing Jiang Huashan lying there motionless since morning, she couldn't bear it any longer and said helplessly, "Miss, it's such nice weather. Why don't you take the poor little girl for a walk?"

Jiang Huashan waved her hands and said, "My legs hurt."

"That's easy." Zhang Ru turned around and appeared pushing Jiang Huashan's wheelchair. "If it doesn't work, go in a wheelchair. Miss, please at least move a little. How can a young girl not have some energy?"

Why didn't she move?

I was almost having a nerve spasm from moving so much.

It cannot be said! It cannot be said!

Jiang Huashan waved her hands with a look of despair, "Auntie Zhang, please leave me alone. I'm going to get some sun to regain some energy."

Zhang Ru couldn't do anything about her, so she just let her go.

Jiang Huashan was closing his eyes and absorbing the "essence of the sun and the moon", trying to dispel the soreness and weakness that felt as if his body was hollowed out.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Jiang Huashan suddenly opened her eyes, her tiredness instantly replaced by alertness. She subconsciously tried to push herself up, but the soreness in her waist made her gasp and fall back into the recliner.

Aunt Zhang had already run out of the house in a panic.

Before they could react, a tall figure stepped into the chrysanthemum garden as if it were no one's business.

The man came against the light, with a very tall figure, broad shoulders and long legs. The cuffs of his simple black shirt were casually rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong and muscular forearms. "Jiang Huashan, come out! I'll beat you to death!"

Jiang Huashan: “…”