155: Chapter 155 The smugness after getting the food!

Morning light squeezed in through the porthole, beam by beam, falling upon the messy bedding, the purple-red gauze dress discarded on the floor, and the white bedsheet crumpled into a ball.

The cabin was filled with a faint lingering charm of Spiritual Qi; the scent of the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique had not yet fully dissipated, leaving a few shallow marks on the sheets.

Nangong Ziyi lay prone on Lu Chen's chest, her chin resting in the hollow of his collarbone, her long hair scattered.

Her peach blossom eyes were half-open, her gaze drifting downward to a certain spot on the bedsheet.

On the white sheet, there was a dark red stain; it wasn't large, but the color was strikingly eye-catching, clear as day in the morning light, impossible to deny.

Nangong Ziyi stared at that fallen red blossom for a long time.

The corners of her mouth curled up bit by bit until her entire face was smiling, her eyes curving into two crescent moons, even her breathing trembling with excitement.

She buried her face in Lu Chen's chest, her shoulders shaking twice as she let out a muffled, giggling sound.

After laughing, she looked up again, taking another glance at that red blossom to confirm it wasn't a dream.

It wasn't a dream.

Her body, from the inside out, was telling her that everything that happened last night was real.

Her waist was sore, her legs were weak, and there was an indescribable, subtle feeling of fullness deep in her lower abdomen; the remnants of Lu Chen's Great Emperor Origin were still circulating warmly through her Meridians.

Her cultivation at the Xiantai Fourth Layer was steady, and the spiritual power in her Qi Sea was more than double what it had been yesterday.

But none of that was important. What mattered was that she had won; she had actually done it with the Great Emperor!

She thought of her aunt, Nangong Waner.

She remembered how, from the time she was little, her aunt would hold her, comb her hair, dress her, and tell her stories about that man over and over again.

"Ziyi, Auntie has only ever liked one person in this lifetime."

"His name is Lu Chen, the Old Ancestor of the Yunxiao Holy Land. He is the most remarkable man in this world."

"Unfortunately, Auntie didn't manage to catch him. If you ever meet him in the future, tell Auntie to come and catch him."

Nangong Ziyi's peach blossom eyes curved.

Auntie, oh Auntie, you don't need to catch him anymore; I've already caught the future.

Not only that, I've seen him, touched him, tasted him, and completely devoured him.

This feeling made Nangong Ziyi tingle from her scalp to her toes.

It wasn't malice toward her aunt, but a pleasure stemming from the marrow of her bones—the unique competitive desire of a young person being satisfied.

But today.

The fallen red on this bed proved one thing: some things, she, Nangong Ziyi, had obtained.

She lay on Lu Chen's chest, her bare back shimmering with a faint red-gold light in the morning sun. The spiritual patterns of the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique extended down her spine, converging into two flowing flame patterns on either side of her waist, flickering with her breath.

Her legs were still entwined with Lu Chen's, ankles overlapping, her whole body hanging onto him; she didn't want to get up at all.

The man beneath her moved.

Lu Chen's brow furrowed first, then he subconsciously reached out and squeezed aimlessly, followed by a muffled groan from deep within his chest.

It wasn't a groan of enjoyment, but a groan of "my old waist is about to break."

He raised his right hand to cover his forehead, his fingers rubbing his temples with significant force.

Lu Chen's eyelids cracked open a sliver.

What met his eyes was a head resting on his chest, messy black hair, and a pair of peach blossom eyes curved into crescents, looking up at him from below.

Those eyes were full of smugness.

That smugness was undisguised, arrogant to the extreme, carrying the unique satisfaction of a cat that had successfully stolen a treat, overflowing from the depths of her eyes to the corners of her mouth.

Lu Chen recalled last night.

Nangong Ziyi's well-behaved appearance when she entered with the teapot, the collar of her light purple nightgown slightly open, her bare feet stepping on the floor as she respectfully bowed and served tea.

Then there was medicine in the tea, and then beneath the nightgown was red gauze.

And then he was pinned to the floor by a little girl at the Xiantai Fourth Layer, his dignity as a Great Emperor shattered all over the ground.

Lu Chen's face darkened.

He moved his right hand from his forehead, reaching down to pinch Nangong Ziyi's cheeks.

With his thumb and index finger on either side, he squeezed her face, which still had some baby fat, into a fish mouth.

"You girl, your courage is truly immense."

Lu Chen's voice was hoarse, as if his throat were filled with sandpaper.

"To even dare to scheme against me, how will you have the face to call me Senior in the future?"

Nangong Ziyi's face was being pinched, her mouth puckered into a ball, making her speech leak air.

But she wasn't afraid at all.

She took the opportunity to tilt her head, nuzzling her face into Lu Chen's palm.

She nuzzled quite hard, the tip of her nose brushing against his palm lines, her lips touching the base of his thumb, giving it a gentle peck.

Then her peach blossom eyes looked up directly at him, and from her air-leaking mouth came a sentence.

"If I don't call you Senior, then I'll call you Husband."

She broke free from his fingers and propped herself up, lying directly over his chest, her long hair hanging down on both sides, framing the two of them in a private space.

Her voice changed; it no longer leaked air, becoming a syrupy, coquettish tone with an upward lilt at the end.

"Lord Husband, did Ziyi serve you well last night?"

Lu Chen stared at her.

The morning light hit half of her face; her peach blossom eyes were misty, her lips slightly swollen, and there were several shallow red marks on her collarbone that he had left behind.

Her body, from shoulder to waist to hip, had smooth curves that were faintly visible under the thin quilt, and the red-gold spiritual patterns of the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique flowed slowly beneath her skin.

Young, fresh, and full of collagen.

Lu Chen's hand froze on her face.

He looked down, his gaze involuntarily sweeping to that striking red blossom on the bedsheet.

It had dried, the color darkening a bit, but it was still incredibly clear on the white sheet.

Her primordial yin was lost; this fact laid out before him was more direct than any contract or oath.

From this day forward, this girl was his.

Lu Chen withdrew his hand from her face, propped himself up on the edge of the bed to sit, and looked down at Nangong Ziyi, who was still lingering in the covers and his embrace, unwilling to get up.

She was curled up in the quilt, revealing only her head and two fair, tender shoulders. Her peach blossom eyes looked up at him with the laziness and clinginess that follows full satisfaction.

This girl—he probably wouldn't be able to shake her off from now on.

What would happen when Nangong Waner found out? He didn't dare think about it. What about Jiang Yi? He dared think about it even less.

As for Yuan Miaoyu... forget it, that woman would most likely not even change her expression and just continue to have fun with him!

Lu Chen let out a long breath, his right hand resting on the back of Nangong Ziyi's head, his fingers sliding into her messy long hair.

It wasn't a gentle action, but one of resignation.

"Alright, stop being cheeky."

His voice was very calm, with a hint of exhaustion in that calmness.

"Get up and get dressed."

Nangong Ziyi didn't get up; instead, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, her lips brushing against the skin below his ear as she said indistinctly.

"Husband, let's lie down for a bit longer."

Lu Chen's ear twitched.

He didn't speak again, his palm resting on her back over that red-gold spiritual pattern, feeling the transfer of her body heat.

A few breaths of silence passed.

Then he spoke, his voice very low and his pace very slow.

"Ziyi."

"Hmm?"

"That medicine."

Nangong Ziyi's body paused for a moment.

"the great emperor is also crazy." Lu Chen's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"You stole it from your aunt. You said the dose was one-third."

He paused for a beat.

"How much is left?"

Nangong Ziyi didn't answer.

Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her peach blossom eyes darted around, and the curve of her mouth widened a bit more.

"Why does Husband ask?"

Lu Chen's fingers tightened slightly on her back.

"Someone wants it."

Nangong Ziyi's body stiffened for half a breath.

She suddenly propped herself up, the laziness in her peach blossom eyes vanishing, replaced by a sharp alertness and a strong sense of territoriality.

"Who?"

Lu Chen took a deep breath.

"Me!"

He only cared about one question now.

A serious question concerning his future well-being, his chastity, and the health of his lumbar spine.

He stared into Nangong Ziyi's eyes, enunciating each word.

"That medicine—exactly how much do you have left?"

Nangong Ziyi's peach blossom eyes blinked twice; her smile didn't change, but she didn't answer either.