Was it you that night?
Chapter 117 - 115: Go Sleep in the Cabinet!

Chapter 117: Chapter 115: Go Sleep in the Cabinet!

"You will sleep with me." Dongfang Wuya circled Shen Qinghe’s waist and collapsed onto the wedding bed, his breath heavy with alcohol on the back of her neck, "We are married now, you are my bride."

Shen Qinghe didn’t know the extent of Dongfang Wuya’s drunkenness and she wasn’t sure if he would remember what happened tonight when he woke up in the morning.

If she were to push him off the bed, she wondered if he’d hold a grudge when he remembered tomorrow...

"You smell nice." Dongfang Wuya spoke clearly, his tongue not slurring at all.

If Shen Qinghe didn’t know Dongfang Wuya better, she might suspect that he was feigning drunkenness to take liberties with her. But she knew that he wasn’t that kind of person. When sober, he was terribly afraid that she might take advantage of him, so why would he take the opportunity to grope her while drunk?

It could only be said that the drunken Mr. Wuya was a far cry from his usual noble and cold demeanor.

As Shen Qinghe’s mind raced with wild thoughts, the man’s palm suddenly attacked her chest. Her face drastically changed color, and she quickly grabbed his unruly hand, forcefully moving it away from her chest.

"Your body is so soft," Dongfang Wuya commented, and then tried to touch Shen Qinghe’s chest again.

This time, Shen Qinghe took action and pushed Dongfang Wuya off the bed with force.

Unprepared, Dongfang Wuya tumbled down somewhat awkwardly. It was only a moment of astonishment before he swiftly pinned Shen Qinghe underneath him again, "If you dare to push me again next time, I will chop off your hands!"

Shen Qinghe wanted to struggle, but Dongfang Wuya pressed her palms above her head, their position embarrassingly intimate, causing her cheeks to flush with shame.

Dongfang Wuya sat on top of Shen Qinghe, staring blankly at the rise and fall of her chest.

Shen Qinghe became alarmed and loudly reminded, "Mr. Wuya, our marriage is a sham!!"

Dongfang Wuya stared intently at the girl’s curvaceous body, feeling heat coursing through him. He didn’t understand what had come over him, but it felt like a fire was fiercely burning inside his body.

He clumsily rubbed against Shen Qinghe, trying to quell the sudden fire in his heart.

All of Shen Qinghe’s knowledge about intimate contact between men and women came from Dongfang Wuya. Although she had an experience of entwined lips with the Wuya Sword in the Illusory Realm of Snow Bone City, at that time, she constantly reminded herself that she was kissing a sword, not a man.

The man currently in heat was none other than Dongfang Wuya himself. Though he was drunk, he was still a man making lewd advances—how could she remain calm?

Compounded by the fact that no one in this Illusory Realm had their cultivation base, and the natural difference in strength between men and women, left her trapped and immobilized under Dongfang Wuya.

As she became increasingly anxious, suddenly, Dongfang Wuya’s hot lips pressed against hers.

Perhaps men are innately adept in this regard, for he kissed her from every cunning angle, as if seeking to steal away her every breath.

The kiss lasted for about an hour, and Dongfang Wuya looked at her with bleary, drunken eyes, "Shen Qinghe, I’m hot."

After declaring his heat, he let go of one of her hands and began to clumsily undress her.

Shen Qinghe was too weak to argue. Why should his feeling hot require undressing her? What kind of logic was that?

Finally, with one hand free, she slapped away his inappropriate hand and didn’t forget to shout, "Someone, save me..."

Where was Cai Xin? Aunt Zhang? Weren’t they her servants in this Illusory Realm?

It couldn’t be that just because she had seen through the illusion, all her servants had disappeared, could it?

She shouted several times, but no one appeared, leaving her in despair.

Just in that moment of distress, the previously quiet Black Rope suddenly sprang into action, coiling around Dongfang Wuya’s body and flinging him away.

Little Black was the first to sense something odd about Dongfang Wuya; as Dongfang Wuya hit the ground, Little Black managed to catch his body just in time.

Little Black and the Black Rope faced off, a puppet and a black rope unexpectedly fighting fiercely.

Shen Qinghe hadn’t expected the Black Rope to suddenly become violent, and what was even more unexpected was that the Black Rope still possessed divine power within the Illusory Realm.

Worried that Dongfang Wuya was injured, she hurriedly ran out of the bridal chamber and, upon seeing Little Black and the Black Rope locked in intense combat, she couldn’t help but cry and laugh at the same time.

She approached Dongfang Wuya, who lay on the ground, his eyes vacant, resembling fragile porcelain with a sort of broken beauty.

Her heart softened, and she stepped forward to help him up.

Dongfang Wuya looked at her intently, feeling as if every part of the girl before his eyes was exactly to his liking.

He stepped forward and gently kissed Shen Qinghe on the face.

But Shen Qinghe pushed him away roughly, scolding, "No more drunken madness allowed!"

Dongfang Wuya pinched her cheek, "Why are you so fierce? Who gave you permission to be so rude to me?"

Shen Qinghe slapped away his unruly hand and helped him up, only to hear his complaints, "I am your lifesaver, you can’t treat me like this. That day you drank too much and even laid your hands on me..."

Shen Qinghe wondered to herself whether he was actually drunk or not, considering he still remembered that he was her savior, even though his words made no sense together.

She couldn’t recall seeing Dongfang Wuya at all on the night she had been drunk.

"Shen Qinghe, you are not allowed to take advantage of me," Dongfang Wuya said, and then kissed her face again.

Shen Qinghe felt a wooden expression take over her face, finding it impossible to communicate with someone who was drunk.

It was he who was kissing her, yet he had the audacity to warn her not to make a move on him, a clear case of the authorities committing arson while forbidding the commoners to light lamps.

"Don’t think I’m unaware that you’ve been waiting for the chance to take my virginity," Dongfang Wuya accused, adopting a look of someone who had seen through Shen Qinghe’s malicious intentions.

As Shen Qinghe listened to Dongfang Wuya’s endless prattling, she finally managed to help him back to the room.

Just as she laid Dongfang Wuya down on the bed, he suddenly stared at her with a defensive gaze, "Shen Qinghe, what are you planning to do to me?!"

With a forced smile, Shen Qinghe asked, "What do you think, Mr. Wuya?"

"Stay away from me!" Dongfang Wuya pointed to the wardrobe, "You sleep in the closet!"

Shen Qinghe returned a fake smile, "Why don’t you sleep there instead, Mr. Wuya? That way, I won’t be able to see your handsome face, and if I can’t see you, naturally I won’t crave your body anymore, right?"

Dongfang Wuya felt there was some truth to her words, so he indeed got out of bed and staggered into the closet.

Unfortunately, his legs were too long; they couldn’t fit inside the wardrobe, leaving both legs sticking out in a strange and humorous sight.

Shen Qinghe: ...

Outside, Little Black and the Black Rope were still fiercely entangled in combat. Qu Nian initially managed to maintain the Illusory Realm, but after an hour, he began to falter and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The stability of the Illusory Realm had been compromised since Yan Changsheng developed a Heart Demon, and now, every one of those who had entered the realm was far from ordinary. It was bad enough that Dongfang Wuya had brought in a puppet unaffected by the Illusory Realm, but Shen Qinghe, a female cultivator who had just achieved Core Formation, surprisingly also possessed a magic artifact that was beyond the control of the Illusory Realm.

What kind of monsters had he summoned?