58: My sister, I really found a treasure!

Inside the room.

Lu Ming and Zhao Li were startled by the sudden commotion and quickly separated.

Zhao Li's cheeks were as red as ripe apples; she wished she could find a hole to crawl into, burying her head and not daring to look towards the doorway.

Lu Ming, however, quickly composed himself, cleared his throat, and called out to the door, "Aunt, are you alright?"

Outside the door, Zhao Qingge took a deep breath, trying to calm her surging emotions.

She knew she had been too impulsive just now, but the thought that Zhao Li's talent might actually recover made her uncontrollably excited.

"No... no!" Zhao Qingge's voice carried a hint of an imperceptible tremor. "I was just... just passing by, seeing if you two were asleep."

As soon as she said it, she felt embarrassed herself.

It was so late; who would specifically pass by to see if others were asleep?

Lu Ming in the room heard the awkwardness in her tone and chuckled softly, "We're not asleep yet, Lier, she..."

"I know!" Zhao Qingge quickly interrupted him, afraid he might say something even more embarrassing. "You two... you two rest early. I'm going back to my room first."

With that, she almost fled in disarray, her footsteps thudding as she walked back to her room, her retreating figure showing a hint of awkwardness.

Back in her room, Zhao Qingge leaned against the door, her hand on her wildly beating heart.

She suddenly felt a little numb in her instep, and her fair, rosy toes couldn't help but twitch.

Having just replenished her water, she felt a little thirsty again.

Inside the room, Zhao Li had completely burrowed under the covers, completely devoid of her usual aloofness, only revealing a pair of dark, round eyes filled with grievance.

"It's all your fault," her muffled voice came from under the covers, with a thick nasal tone, like a wronged little beast.

The moment her aunt pushed the door open, she felt her heart leap out of her chest; that embarrassment of being caught was more unbearable than going berserk during cultivation.

Lu Ming looked at the small lump under the covers, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.

He sat on the edge of the bed and gently patted the quilt. "It's alright, Aunt has left. She probably didn't see anything."

"It's still your fault," Zhao Li turned over under the covers, her voice still resentful. "Who told you to... to be like that just now."

She couldn't finish her sentence halfway through, her cheeks burning fiercely again.

It seemed... the battle was initiated by herself.

But it wasn't his fault.

Before, she had been very puzzled.

Lu Ming clearly hadn't eaten cherries, but Xu Lulu insisted he loved them the most.

Now she finally understood.

Lu Ming chuckled softly, also burrowing under the covers, gently embracing her from behind.

"Alright, alright, it's all my fault," he said, going along with her words, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice so gentle it could drip water. "Then can our Sister Li forgive this sinner?"

Zhao Li, with a flushed face, poked her head out. She turned around, glared at him, but didn't actually push him away. "Don't do that next time, it's not very hygienic..."

"Okay, next time I'll wait until no one is around," Lu Ming chuckled, unable to resist kissing her rosy cheek.

For some reason, he loved seeing Zhao Li shy.

Perhaps because she naturally had a cool, icy face, her shyness had a unique contrast.

If she were to wear an OL uniform, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and look at him with a disdainful gaze, as if looking at trash... Hiss!

"You're still talking!" Zhao Li's cheeks grew even redder from his words. She reached out to slap his hand, but he took the opportunity to grasp it.

His palm was warm and dry, carrying a reassuring strength that gradually dispersed the embarrassment in her heart, leaving only traces of sweetness.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore," Lu Ming tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace.

The coldness on Zhao Li's face faded, and she was like a docile kitten, lying on Lu Ming's chest, occasionally glancing at him, seemingly having something to say.

Seeing Zhao Li hesitate, Lu Ming gently stroked her smooth back and asked, "Sister Li, what's wrong?"

"Lu Ming, can I ask you a question?" Zhao Li asked cautiously, "When you and I cultivate... can your talent also improve?"

Zhao Li was not foolish; on the contrary, she was very intelligent.

She was very clear about Lu Ming's growth trajectory.

This young man had transformed from an unknown miner into a cultivation genius almost overnight.

Combined with the new wisp of warm current in her dantian just now, she faintly had a guess in her heart.

Lu Ming gently stroked her smooth back, his heart rippling as if a stone had been thrown into it.

Indeed, just as he had suspected before.

When cultivating with his wives, they would also receive feedback.

Xu Youyou and Xu Lulu had never noticed because they hadn't awakened yet, but Zhao Li was different; she was already in the Kaiyuan Realm, and it was only a matter of time before she was discovered.

But the system's existence was his greatest confidence and also his most vulnerable secret that could not be revealed to others.

Before he fully matured, if someone with ill intentions knew he possessed such heaven-defying ability, his fate would be miserable.

Zhao Li seemed to sense his worry, looked up, and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, with an undeniable firmness, "Lu Ming, I am already your wife. I, Zhao Li, swear by the Heavenly Dao, if anything happens to you, I will not live alone."

Looking at Zhao Li, who had suddenly made a Heavenly Dao oath, Lu Ming's heart felt as if it had been fiercely struck by something scalding hot.

A Heavenly Dao oath was heavier than Mount Tai; once violated, the consequence was the destruction of both body and soul.

She actually tied her life to his without hesitation, just to reassure him.

Having seen too many 'men silent, women laughing' in his previous life, he was still deeply shaken.

"Actually, you don't have to be like this," Lu Ming suddenly lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead. "You guessed correctly; I never intended to hide this from you."

After getting the answer she wanted, a faint smile spread across Zhao Li's face, like melting ice and snow. "I'm willing."

She snuggled closer into Lu Ming's embrace, like a gentle big cat. "I knew it... you're hiding a big secret. Sister, I've really found a treasure!"

Lu Ming chuckled and raised his hand to ruffle her hair. "Now that you know, are you scared?"

"No," Zhao Li looked up at him, the light in her eyes brighter than the moonlight outside the window. "Even if it's a huge secret, I'm not scared."

She paused, then suddenly remembered something, tapping his chest with her fingertip. "Since there's such a benefit, shouldn't we... cultivate more?"

As she spoke the last few words, she suddenly sat up and, with a backhand, pinned Lu Ming down... A moment later, Zhao Qingge, who had just laid down in the next room, helplessly opened her eyes.

"Bastard!!!!!!"

"Are you going to let people sleep or not?!"