Was it you that night?
Chapter 124 - 122: Clothes Are Off!

Chapter 124: Chapter 122: Clothes Are Off!

Shen Qinghe was deeply asleep, unaware that someone was lying beside her, and this person had been watching her the entire night, unable to tear his eyes away.

In the fourth watch of the night, Yan Changsheng was still admiring the sleeping face of Shen Qinghe. The more he looked, the fonder he became and found her tender lips tempting him, inching closer to her without realizing it.

Just then, the Black Rope on Shen Qinghe’s hand suddenly coiled around his body and flung him out of the bedroom.

Yan Changsheng laughed despite his disheveled state.

This Magical Treasure of Qinghe’s had high spiritual intelligence, as the Black Rope didn’t stir before he harbored any improper thoughts. But the moment he contemplated stealing a kiss, the Black Rope attacked him.

He was just grateful that the Black Rope couldn’t speak and wouldn’t tattle to Shen Qinghe about his attempted night assault.

When Yan Changsheng left the Simple Residence Courtyard, it was still dark outside, and the road ahead was shrouded in darkness.

Gazing into the endless night, he felt like a desperate outlaw on the run.

Indeed, all these years he had been researching the possibility of reversing time, and if he could make time flow backward, there would be a chance for him and Qinghe to start over. Now was not yet the time for him to despair.

With this thought, his steps lightened...

The next day, Shen Qinghe opened her eyes and stretched lazily, feeling she had slept very soundly.

The Black Rope flew to her and twisted and wagged its tail, attempting to convey something, but she couldn’t understand it at all.

After some fussy behavior, the Black Rope finally gave up and lay flat on the bed, playing dead.

Shen Qinghe didn’t take the odd behavior of the Black Rope seriously and casually picked it up to whip it a few times, suddenly wondering if she could use it like a sword.

It was a good idea, but it proved somewhat difficult in practice.

After practicing for a while, she felt it wasn’t the right fit for her and went out to the sect to see if Shen Zhiyao had returned.

She remembered Dongfang Wuya had given her quite a few talismans, including a Sound Transmission Talisman, but she didn’t know how to use them. With this in mind, she headed straight to Bixiao Tower.

After returning to Bixiao Tower the previous day, Dongfang Wuya found the building too quiet, without a single sound, lacking the feeling of home.

He remembered the dream in which he had married Shen Qinghe and they had a daughter together, spending time as a family of three, chatting intimately within their home...

Finding himself thinking about Shen Qinghe, Dongfang Wuya felt there was something wrong with his brain.

He was irritable all night, and even scolded Xiao Bai who was hovering around him. Xiao Bai, sheepish and obedient, stood before him taking the reprimand.

It was at that moment Xiao Bai noticed Shen Qinghe’s arrival, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his savior, "Master, Fairy Qinghe has come!"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Wuya sneered, "What’s so great about her? So she’s come, why are you so excited?"

Although Xiao Bai was a Puppet, he had developed a spirit and human emotions, experiencing joy and sorrow.

"Master will be happy to see Fairy Qinghe, and if Master is happy, I am happy too!"

Dongfang Wuya furrowed his brows harshly, "Why should I be happy at her arrival?"

Xiao Bai was momentarily puzzled, and it took him a while to venture, "Then should I drive Fairy Qinghe away?"

Dongfang Wuya swept his Divine Sense towards the outside, seeing Shen Qinghe’s radiant complexion, clearly having rested well the night before.

Why should he rest poorly while she looked so vibrant?

"Call her in," Dongfang Wuya commanded Xiao Bai.

Xiao Bai felt a sense of relief and quickly ushered Shen Qinghe into Bixiao Tower.

Shen Qinghe first visited Shen Zhuo, and it was only after Dongfang Wuya grew impatient that Xiao Bai brought her to his presence.

"What brings you to me?" Dongfang Wuya asked, his gaze cold and demeanor haughty.

Perhaps it was the memory of their daughter that made her run over to ask...?

Shen Qinghe noticed that Dongfang Wuya seemed to be in a bad mood, stood up straight, and explained the purpose of her visit, "I can’t get in touch with elder sister, so I specifically came to ask Uncle-Master how to use the Sound Transmission Talisman."

Dongfang Wuya huffed lightly, "Are you my disciple? Do you have to ask me about everything, as if I have the obligation to teach you?!"

It turned out she had come to him because she wanted to find Shen Zhiyao; he had thought this woman had come to ask about what happened to their daughter afterwards.

He really couldn’t tell; this woman seemed soft and gentle yet turned out to be heartless.

Even if one raises cats or dogs, they would develop affection, but she, having had a daughter, could ignore her completely, truly heartless and unfeeling!

At this moment, he didn’t consider that it was he himself who had said the events that transpired in the Illusory Realm shouldn’t be taken seriously, let alone that it was a dream provided by Qu Nian.

Since it was a dream, everything in the dream was false, and naturally, Shen Qinghe wouldn’t dwell on what happened within the dream.

Seeing Dongfang Wuya’s displeasure, she cautiously asked, "Who has made Uncle-Master unhappy?"

Mr. Wuya usually had a good temper, but today his mood seemed a bit volatile.

Dongfang Wuya huffed again.

She had the nerve to ask? The person who had upset him was far on the horizon, yet close in front of his eyes!

Shen Qinghe saw Dongfang Wuya giving her a cold look, pointed innocently to her own nose, and asked, "Did I make Uncle-Master unhappy?"

Dongfang Wuya lightly arched his brow, "Shen Qinghe, I truly didn’t expect you to be so cold-hearted!"

"How am I cold-hearted?" Shen Qinghe didn’t understand.

She hadn’t done anything atrocious, and although she didn’t get along with Nan Sheng, she hadn’t had any recent conflicts with her either.

Dongfang Wuya gestured with a long finger toward Shen Qinghe, and she obediently moved closer to him.

But at this moment, Dongfang Wuya suddenly changed his expression, "Why do you have a strange scent on you?"

Shen Qinghe: ...

Dongfang Wuya grabbed her collar in one swift motion, pulling her towards him to sniff carefully, a man’s peculiar scent, seemingly the soapy fragrance unique to Yan Changsheng.

Shen Qinghe stumbled as Dongfang Wuya roughly pulled her with his action. Before she even had a chance to react, Dongfang Wuya commanded, "Take off your clothes!"

Shen Qinghe immediately clutched her neckline tightly, warily staring at Dongfang Wuya.

Dongfang Wuya saw her guarded eyes and laughed in annoyance, "What’s that look for?"

They had done everything together, had even had a child. Was she still afraid of him seeing her bare body?

He was not being frivolous, but rather, he disliked the scent of Yan Changsheng left on her.

Shen Qinghe moved a bit further away from Dongfang Wuya in silence.

She knew Dongfang Wuya had no intentions of dishonoring her; he never saw her as a woman. However, undressing in front of him was something she certainly could not do.

Dongfang Wuya noticed her slight movement, and his peach-blossom eyes narrowed dangerously, "Don’t tell me you think I want to see your body? With that scrawny frame of yours, what is there to look at?"

Shen Qinghe’s face flushed, and she quickly glanced down at herself. Was her figure really that bad?

Although she wasn’t as voluptuous as Nan Sheng, her face was also attractive.

"Even upon closer look, there isn’t much flesh." Dongfang Wuya suddenly reminisced about that dream.

In the dream, he only knew they had gotten married, consummated their marriage, but there were no details, and the scene wasn’t as sensuous as when they were at Snow Bone City.

But he remembered that in Snow Bone City, this girl’s body was very pale, as for other details, there wasn’t time to take a closer look...

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Haha, Mr. Wuya, the person who objects outwardly while desiring inwardly.