When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

"A Song, it's not like we haven't practiced dual cultivation before." Yun Miao laughed playfully, "Are you shy now?"

When Jiang Song was mentioned by him, he immediately remembered the seven days of entanglement between the two in the illusion. His face couldn't help but blush slightly, "That...that's different!"

"What's the difference between seven days and every day?" Yun Miao approached step by step, with a hint of coaxing in his tone.

Jiang Song looked at his handsome face that infuriated both humans and gods, and felt dazed.

"Yun Miao, could you please stop teasing me like this?"

"Every time I want to get closer to you, you pull away. And when I'm determined to stay away from you, you come to tease me again. This kind of ambiguous relationship is really uncomfortable."

Yun Miao's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and the teasing in his eyes gradually faded away, "A Song, I..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Jiang Song interrupted him and stood up from the bed. "It's almost dawn, I should go back."

After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave, but Yun Miao grabbed her wrist.

He pressed her down on the bed, looked down at her with a serious expression, "A Song, then just treat me as if I'm sick, okay?"

Jiang Song was a little confused by his sudden action. He blinked and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Yun Miao sighed softly, his eyes deep: "Lovesickness has no cure, only you can solve it."

Jiang Song's cheeks flushed red as he said angrily, "You're playing rogue!"

Yun Miao smiled, "A Song, you must remember to come and practice dual cultivation with your husband every day."

Jiang Song lowered his head in embarrassment, his voice as thin as a mosquito: "You...be more serious."

Seeing this, Yun Miao's heart was filled with tenderness. He lifted her chin and gently pressed his lips against hers, gently and tenderly.

Jiang Song initially wanted to struggle, but soon he sank into it, and his hands unconsciously wrapped around Yun Miao's neck.

After the kiss, both of them breathed slightly, their eyes flashing with emotions that only they could understand.

"Good Ah Song..."

Yun Miao looked at her slightly parted red lips and her confused and infatuated look, and a corner of his heart became unusually soft.

He caressed her cheek and kissed her again.

Jiang Song's eyes were gently closed by his slender fingers, and the next moment she felt her eyes being gently covered by a piece of silk.

Her world fell into darkness, and only her senses were infinitely magnified.

Yun Miao's breath, temperature, and the subtle feeling of their skin touching made her heart beat faster and her emotions rise.

I don’t know how long it took before the last bit of sanity returned.

When Jiang Song saw Yun Miao again, he already looked satisfied and affectionate, gazing at her tenderly.

What was unfair was that his white clothes were neat and tidy, while her hair was messy and her clothes were half open, revealing the mottled red marks on her collarbone.

"Yun Miao..." Jiang Song called him hoarsely, with some lingering emotions in his eyes.

"I'm here." Yun Miao responded softly, took out a set of clean clothes from the storage bag, and gently put them on her.

He could obviously use his spiritual power, but he insisted on putting it on her himself.

"Yun Miao, next time, let me see you being moved by me, okay?"

Jiang Song watched him carefully straighten her clothes, and she couldn't help but say what was in her heart.

After all, every time they made love, he always found a way to arouse her emotions, and she always seemed to be the passive party, being led into the abyss of lust.

She longed to see that Yun Miao, who was always at ease and in control of the overall situation, would also lose control for her.

At least, she wanted to know that it wasn't just her one-sided depravity between them.

Yun Miao paused for a moment, his eyes darkening. "I have a scar on my back that won't heal. Do you want to embarrass me?"

Jiang Song's heart trembled, and he raised his head suddenly, but he only saw Yun Miao's profile which had returned to calm.

Yes, this is a taboo that he cannot touch!

"Yun Miao, I..." She wanted to explain, but didn't know how to start.

Yun Miao didn't seem to want to dwell on this topic any further. He turned and walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said in a deep voice, "You should go back."

Jiang Song looked at his indifferent back, and an inexplicable bitterness welled up in his heart.

She knew that he was chasing her away.

However, she still had a lot to say to him and a lot of questions to ask him.

For example, how did he get that scar on his body?

For example, why is he always so distant towards her?

For example...did he ever love her?

However, in the end, she didn't ask anything, but just stood up silently, walked behind him, and hugged him gently.

"Yun Miao, I'm tired." She whispered, burying her face in his back, "It's really tiring to have someone like you in my heart."

Yun Miao's body stiffened slightly. He didn't say anything, but just stood there quietly, letting her hug him.

Jiang Song closed his eyes and tears rolled down his cheeks unconsciously.

She didn't know why she was crying. Maybe it was because of the grievance and unwillingness in her heart, or maybe it was because her feelings for Yun Miao were too complicated and even she couldn't tell the difference.

After an unknown amount of time, she let go of his hand and turned away from Yun Miao's arms.

"I'm leaving." She said, and left the room without looking back.

"boom!"

Yun Miao watched her back as she walked away. The teacup in his hand suddenly shattered, and the tea dripped through his fingers, forming a puddle on the ground.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but was quickly swallowed by the deep darkness.

"A Song..."

*

Jiang Song slept until evening. When he woke up, the sun was setting outside and the afterglow was shining on the earth.

She lay in bed, thinking about her entanglement with Yun Miao last night and his indifferent expression at the end, feeling mixed emotions.

"Young Madam, you're awake." Xiuyun pushed the door open and walked in, holding a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup in her hand. "This is the chicken soup that the kitchen just made. Please drink some while it's hot."

Jiang Song sat up from the bed, took the chicken soup, took a sip, and felt the delicious taste in his mouth, but a hint of bitterness rose in his heart.

Xie Changyan (Yun Miao)... What kind of person is he?

She was so close to him, but she still couldn't see into his heart.

"Young Madam, what's wrong with you? Is the chicken soup not to your taste?" Xiuyun asked hurriedly when she saw that she looked strange.

Jiang Song shook his head and drank the chicken soup in the bowl. "It's okay, the chicken soup is delicious."

"Has the young master been here today?" Jiang Song put down the empty bowl in his hand and asked casually.

Xiuyun was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "No, the young master didn't come today."

When Jiang Song heard this, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.

She thought that after she left, Yun Miao would at least come to find her or send someone to say hello.

But there was nothing.

"The Third Young Master came and said that Auntie's grave can be moved and tomorrow is an auspicious day."

Jiang Song's spirits lifted slightly when he heard this. "Then let's start preparing for the relocation of the grave."

Relocating graves is a big event. One needs to choose an auspicious day and time, and prepare many offerings and rituals to comfort the deceased and pray for the blessings of the ancestors.

Since Jiang Song decided to leave the Xie family, he naturally had to move Cui Yunniang's grave to a more appropriate place so that she could rest in peace.

Forget it, she doesn’t want to contact Xie Changyan for the time being.

Since he has no intention, why should she force it?