Was it you that night?
Chapter 187 - 185: Consummation, Unexpected Change

Chapter 187: Chapter 185: Consummation, Unexpected Change

Shen Qinghe was unaware that Nan Sheng had once again harbored the intention to kill her.

She was taken by Dongfang Wuya to a place of scenic beauty, where the mountains rose in layers, the streams babbled, and a light mist lingered, resembling a utopian realm.

Turning her head to look back, she could see that their location was separated from Yuheng Mountain by only a single mountain. How had Mr. Wuya managed to teleport such a great distance?

She stared at Dongfang Wuya as if he were a creature of legend. "Just who exactly are you, Uncle-Master?"

Although cultivators with a Cultivation Base above the Nascent Soul Stage could also teleport, they could not cover hundreds of miles instantaneously like Dongfang Wuya could. This seemed like something only immortals could accomplish.

Could it be that Mr. Wuya had accomplished immortality a long time ago?

"Who are you to me, and why should I tell you?" Dongfang Wuya looked down at Shen Qinghe, his lips curling into a slight smile.

Shen Qinghe was at a loss for words, feeling Dongfang Wuya’s response was quite reasonable.

She thought about the upcoming matches between Nascent Soul and Out-of-body Stage cultivators and realized she had nothing to do for the next two days. Perhaps she could take this time to rest well?

Maybe it was the thought of sleeping that made her yawn suddenly. She felt extremely drowsy and couldn’t keep her eyes open. "Uncle-Master, I would like to sleep for a while."

"Sleep. You might as well rest over the next couple of days," Dongfang Wuya said, watching Shen Qinghe closely.

Without any formality, Shen Qinghe found a spot in the grass and lay down.

The sky was a clear azure, the clouds drifted lazily, and a gentle breeze blew. With a pursing of her lips, her drowsiness deepened and she slowly closed her eyes.

Dongfang Wuya watched Shen Qinghe sleep, and whether it was her peaceful slumber that affected him or not, he too yawned.

Just when he was about to succumb to sleep, he thought how surprising it was that drowsiness could be contagious. But he felt there was something amiss. Before he could ponder further, sleep swallowed his consciousness...

After falling asleep, Dongfang Wuya entered the dream given to them by Qu Nian, except this time the dream felt very real, and it began on the day Shen Qinghe was married into the Dongfang Family.

After receiving guests, he entered the bridal chamber and saw the bride, wearing the Phoenix Crown and Rosy Clouds Robe, sitting by the bed.

He stood still for a good while before approaching the bride.

On her wedding day to Dongfang Wuya, Shen Qinghe was a bit nervous. Yet, she always felt there was something strange about her feelings, as if she had overlooked something important.

At this moment, the bridegroom standing before her exuded a strong presence.

Though her view was obstructed by the Red Veil, she could see the man’s long legs, planted in front of her like trees. Just as she was about to lose patience, the groom finally lifted the Wedding Balance and raised her wedding veil.

The moment she saw the man’s face clearly, she blurted out, "I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before."

A glint of amusement flashed in Dongfang Wuya’s eyes, as he mused that they had indeed met before.

He did not understand why he was dreaming this dream again, and moreover, why the details of the dream were so vivid.

Under Dongfang Wuya’s intense gaze, Shen Qinghe felt somewhat uncomfortable, and a flush of red spread across her face.

Following the ceremony, they drank the joint-cups wine. Her tolerance for alcohol was poor, and she felt a bit tipsy after just one cup, but it bolstered her courage.

Although it was a marriage in which the bride and groom did not know each other well, her husband was handsome. She felt an affinity for him upon their first meeting, and marrying a man like him didn’t seem too bad.

They had completed their wedding rites, and this night was their wedding night. From now on, she would strive to live a good life with Dongfang Wuya.

With this thought, she approached Dongfang Wuya with the intention to help him out of his wedding clothes.

Dongfang Wuya suddenly grasped her hand, and she looked at him in confusion. "Husband?"

Dongfang Wuya had originally intended to push Shen Qinghe away, but upon hearing her call him "husband," he suddenly gave up his resistance and struggles.

After all, this was only a dream, why should he take it so seriously?

When the dream ended, everything in it would naturally vanish like smoke and clouds.

In the end, he abandoned his resistance, and the longing he had suppressed for so long invaded his senses like a landslide, leading him to bend down and kiss Shen Qinghe.

The moment his lips touched hers, he deepened the kiss instinctively, with focus and devotion.

Shen Qinghe passively accepted Dongfang Wuya’s kiss, and as he received her response, the kiss became even more fervent.

The red candles flickered in the play of light and shadow, and the moonlight shone on the windowsill with the "happiness" character, dimly revealing the intertwined figures of the man and woman on the bed...

The moment Dongfang Wuya awoke, he was still somewhat unable to grasp reality.

It was because the dream he had was too real, so real that he felt it wasn’t like a dream at all, but rather something that had truly happened.

The faint morning light shone on Shen Qinghe’s face, revealing the fine down on her skin; her serene, sleeping beauty seemed so pure and enchanting.

As soon as he saw the woman in his arms was disheveled, any trace of sleepiness instantly vanished, and, frightened, he pushed her away forcefully.

Shen Qinghe was jolted awake by Dongfang Wuya’s push. All she remembered was that she had once again entered the dream that Qu Nian sent, where in the dream, she and Dongfang Wuya had gone through the wedding ceremony and consummated their marriage.

The dream had been terrifyingly realistic, with Dongfang Wuya being insatiable throughout the night, and she was still achy all over at that moment.

When she opened her eyes and saw Dongfang Wuya staring at her as if he’d seen a ghost, she struggled to sit up. "Uncle Master, what’s wrong?"

As she sat up, she felt a cool draft on her skin.

When she looked down and saw that she was completely bare, the blood drained from her face. She hurriedly looked for clothes to wear. Quickly recalling that this wasn’t a dream and that she was a cultivator, she promptly took a set of clothes from her Qiankun Bag and put them on.

Dongfang Wuya, still in shock, belatedly realized that his own clothes were in disarray...

Once Shen Qinghe was dressed properly, and then looked back at Dongfang Wuya, she noticed the usually unflappable Dongfang Wuya frantically adjusting his clothes.

She quietly lifted her own garments, and upon seeing the ambiguous marks on her body, she was petrified in place.

It was over, had she truly been intimate with Dongfang Wuya?

Why had this happened?

It was clearly just a dream last night, similar to the one Qu Nian had sent them, but why had it turned into reality?

If she thought back carefully, she would realize it was different because she still remembered Dongfang Wuya’s body heat when they were together, and the warmth of his lips...

Thinking of the images she shouldn’t be thinking of, she closed her eyes awkwardly, wishing she could turn back time and not make such a foolish mistake again.

Dongfang Wuya considered himself experienced in the ways of the world, but he had never faced such an unexpected event.

He had thought it was just a dream, so he indulged himself in it, but had he been just a bit more careful, he would have noticed the differences. If it were a dream, then how could he remember that the dream was sent by Qu Nian?

When he kissed Shen Qinghe, he could distinctly feel her innocence and shyness, the softness and sweetness of her lips, and even when he took her virginity, it was clear she was in pain...

With so many details, yet he had overlooked them, leading to this irrevocable consequence.