Was it you that night?
Chapter 106 - 104: Wuya’s Heartbeat Goes Wild

Chapter 106: Chapter 104: Wuya’s Heartbeat Goes Wild

Xiao Chen certainly remembered that he was about to marry Nan Sheng, yet another woman occupied his heart. That was very inappropriate, and he now felt more guilt toward Nan Sheng.

He stepped forward, embracing Nan Sheng: "I won’t regret marrying you."

Upon hearing these words, Nan Sheng smiled, but tears soaked his robe, jokingly she said, "Brother Xiao, if you don’t run away tonight, you’ll never escape the palm of my hand in the future..."

"Then I shall happily reside in the palm of your hand," Xiao Chen said as he tightened his grip on Nan Sheng’s hand, and they entered the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

Nan Sheng looked at their clasped hands and felt the need to clarify: "The comparison of my Spiritual Artifact to Qinghe’s in the sect today was not spread by me. Now, I just want to cultivate in peace and don’t wish to quarrel with Qinghe anymore. Do you believe me, Brother Xiao?"

She truly did not want to cause trouble now, just wished to keep a low profile and let rumors fade with time.

Since she’s the heroine of the book, and with the plot driven by a guiding thread, why should she meddle further? Let everything happen naturally.

"How could I not believe you when you’re here with me today? What others say doesn’t matter. Let bygones be bygones, don’t dwell on them."

Xiao Chen hugged Nan Sheng and brought her inside.

He thought that, with the passage of time, once he and Nan Sheng were married, his heart, which had fallen for Shen Qinghe, would eventually return to him one day.

Now that he had decided to marry Nan Sheng, he should not be distracted.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Wuya, after Xiao Chen had left, was still brooding over Shen Qinghe throwing dirty water on him, and so he freely entered the Simple Residence Courtyard.

Shen Zhiyao was tormented by something Shen Qinghe had said but suddenly saw Dongfang Wuya, the main focus of her anxieties, appear. Startled, she hurried forward: "Mr. Wuya, are you here for Qinghe? She’s overindulged in drink and is already asleep."

Dongfang Wuya looked at Shen Zhiyao with a frosty gaze, under which Shen Zhiyao felt breathless. What did his look mean?

No, that’s not right. Why would a prominent figure like Mr. Wuya suddenly appear in the Simple Residence Courtyard at this Shichen, and why would he look at someone with such eyes unless he had heard Qinghe’s drunken babbling?

Thinking of this possibility, Shen Zhiyao put on a smile: "Um, let me pour you some tea, Mr. Wuya. Please feel at home here in the Simple Residence Courtyard!"

At this moment, she couldn’t be blamed for disregarding sisterly affection. While Mr. Wuya treated Qinghe well, he didn’t like her.

As soon as Shen Zhiyao left, Dongfang Wuya took a seat on the bed’s edge, looking down at the sleeping Shen Qinghe with a sneer.

Unwilling to see Shen Qinghe in the midst of a pleasant dream, he stepped forward and yanked her up from the bed.

Shen Qinghe, having drunk too much, was dizzy. Suddenly pulled up, she opened her blurry eyes and at the moment she recognized Dongfang Wuya, she reached out to pinch his face.

It was soft, smooth, good to the touch, and quite elastic.

Dongfang Wuya’s expression stiffened a bit.

He had intended to wake her for a serious talk, not to be taken liberties with.

What was a girl doing, getting so drunkenly unrestrained?

Just as he was about to swat away Shen Qinghe’s inappropriate hand, she smartly withdrew it, but then, catching him unprepared, she dived into his arms.

For a moment, he was rigid.

The young girl’s body was soft, fragrant, seemingly boneless as she nestled into him, continually snuggling closer as if taking the opportunity of her inebriation to take liberties with him.

"Shen Qinghe, I advise you to behave!" Dongfang Wuya commanded sternly.

Yet, the girl kept snuggling into his embrace, even tightening her hold on his waist, her warm breath against his neck, which made him quite uncomfortable. He had lived so many years, yet this was the first time he felt such proximity to a woman while fully conscious.

Meanwhile, Shen Zhiyao was eavesdropping from outside. Hearing Dongfang Wuya’s words, she peered in curiously.

Upon seeing Qinghe in Dongfang Wuya’s embrace, she gasped and immediately retreated her head.

She should move farther away, pretend she knows nothing. Mr. Wuya cares so much about his reputation, if he knew she was a witness, she might well be silenced.

On the other hand, Dongfang Wuya’s resentment surprisingly dissipated because of Shen Qinghe’s uninvited embrace.

What’s the point of arguing with a drunkard? Her consciousness is blurred now; even if he hit her or scolded her, she wouldn’t react.

Just like that, Dongfang Wuya decided to forgive Shen Qinghe unilaterally.

Just as he was about to push Shen Qinghe away, the woman clung to him like an octopus, her legs wrapping around his waist.

This shameful posture was unbearable to look at even for him, a man, yet she accomplished it with ease.

Dongfang Wuya speechlessly observed the girl’s face buried in his chest and wondered how she could so naturally tempt him.

If his self-control had been any weaker, he might have been led astray by her.

While he was mentally listing Shen Qinghe’s faults, in the next moment, she fell towards the pillow, and he ended up on top of her involuntarily.

With this pressing, he truly felt how soft a girl’s body was...

When he realized he was pressing against her chest, he hurriedly tried to distance himself. To his surprise, she clung to his waist, refusing to let him go.

Pressing firmly against her body once more, the unfamiliar sensation left him at a loss...

He stared fixedly at Shen Qinghe’s peacefully sleeping face, so close that his clear vision allowed him to see the drunken blush on her fair cheeks and her lips, red and tempting, seemingly delicious.

He moved closer to her, smelling the faint scent of alcohol on her body, which wasn’t unpleasant. Just a little more forward, and he would be able to kiss those red lips.

It was at this moment that he felt he was too close to Shen Qinghe, and for some reason, felt a bit panicked. His heartbeat became erratic, and he clumsily tried to push her away, but her strength in her drunken state caused her to hold him even tighter.

With Dongfang Wuya’s cultivation base, he could easily push away a drunken Shen Qinghe.

But for some inexplicable reason, after struggling for a bit, he allowed her to hold him and didn’t push her away again.

He thought to himself that it wasn’t necessary to be too harsh on her, unconscious from the alcohol. He could wait until she was asleep more soundly before leaving.

However, holding a soft and fragrantly scented girl seemed to have a soporific effect; he yawned and began to feel drowsy...

Poor Shen Zhiyao waited for a whole shichen but didn’t see Dongfang Wuya come out. Although there was no noise from inside, and Dongfang Wuya was a gentleman, she still felt a bit worried.

Feeling uneasy, she curiously approached the bedroom and peeked inside.

Seeing the man and woman sleeping soundly in each other’s embrace, she went to the courtyard with an expressionless face and let out a long sigh.

She didn’t know if it was Qinghe who had taken advantage of Dongfang Wuya, or Dongfang Wuya who had taken advantage of Qinghe, but in the end, the two of them ended up sleeping together.

Although they didn’t undress, it was still a sleepover of sorts, wasn’t it?

Dongfang Wuya was the lofty flower that many female cultivators yearned for; having spent one night with Qinghe, Qinghe couldn’t have been too hard done by, could she?

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Wuya: So chaotic, so flustered.

Qinghe: Why are you on my bed?

Wuya: ...