317: Chapter 317 Little Pervert, Little Dream Girl?

Unlike the fiery scene in Family Head Lin's master bedroom, Lu Shan suffered from insomnia.

Lu Shan lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

The lights had been off for a long, long time, and the sky outside the window was pitch black.

There were no stars in the night of Lingyuan City, only the neon lights flickering on the buildings in the distance.

She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, because her heart was a chaotic mess.

She closed her eyes, trying to sleep.

Still, she couldn't.

Every time she closed her eyes, those images surfaced in her mind.

Not the images from those three days, but the images from tonight.

She wondered, was it just as fiery at Lin Yun's house tonight?

Was it just as wild as before?

Were there new tricks?

She didn't know, but she couldn't help but think about it.

The more she tried not to think, the more she couldn't help but think.

The more she thought, the less she could sleep, and the less she could sleep, the more she thought.

On the other side, another insomniac.

Qianye sat up, leaned against the headboard, and covered her face with her hands.

She had lived for over a thousand years.

For over a thousand years, she had never known what insomnia was.

When she was at the frontier, she slept with her blade as a pillow and fell asleep to the sound of artillery; no matter how noisy or chaotic it was, she could always sleep.

After returning to Lingyuan City, she would Cultivate, go shopping, and meet friends every day; her life was plain but fulfilling, and she would fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow every night, never suffering from insomnia.

Today, she had insomnia.

Because of a man.

A man she had known for less than a month.

A man a thousand years younger than her.

Qianye lowered her hands and looked into the Void Realm in the darkness.

She wondered, had she gone mad?

She was over a thousand years old, yet she was fantasizing like a young girl.

She remembered Su Yingxue's words: "You watched for three whole days, you know."

Three days, seventy-two hours, four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes, two hundred and fifty-nine thousand two hundred seconds.

Every second, her Divine Thought was in the master bedroom, watching everything.

She remembered every image, every sound, every detail.

Those things were engraved in her mind, impossible to erase.

Unknowingly, dawn broke.

Light filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a thin, long ray of light on the floor.

Qianye looked at that ray of light and thought, I won't go to the Lin Family today.

She was afraid she would truly fall.

She was afraid that if she went, she would never be able to turn back.

She was afraid she would truly become a member of that fiery scene.

Thinking about herself becoming a member of that fiery scene, lying on that big bed with Lin Yun's wives, doing those shameful things, her face burned intensely.

She shivered and shook her head. No, she couldn't be like this; she couldn't be so depraved.

She was Qianye, a Sixth Rank Martial Artist of the Lingyuan Empire who had spent hundreds of years killing demons at the frontier; what kind of scenes hadn't she seen?

How could she be so captivated by a man?

Then, images couldn't help but appear in her mind again.

Last night, were they also... also the same as before?

Were they wilder?

Were there new tricks?

Qianye started fantasizing again.

She bit her lip, her fingers clutching the corner of the quilt, clutching it so hard it was almost torn.

Until her communicator rang, and a message arrived.

Qianye looked, and it was from Su Yingxue.

There was only one sentence: "Qianye, come over early today~"

Qianye was annoyed.

Why was she thinking of such bad images again?

She really couldn't interact with this family anymore.

She took a deep breath and replied: "Not coming."

No sooner had she replied than the other side sent a picture.

Just one glance, and Qianye was stunned.

On the picture was a pair of hands.

One big, one small, locked together.

The big hand had distinct knuckles, long fingers, and a broad palm.

The small hand was fair and slender, with rounded fingertips and smooth skin on the back.

Their fingers were interlaced, gripping tightly—so tightly that one could see the shallow indentations pressed into the skin between their fingers.

The background was a messy bedsheet, with wrinkles and indentations.

Qianye exploded.

She had watched for three days and three nights, so she knew at a glance that these were the hands of Lin Yun and the Hua Caili.

This image of fingers interlaced was not just holding hands; it was the most exaggerated gesture during fiery, ambiguous moments.

She had seen it countless times during those three days.

Every time she saw this gesture, the following scenes were... Qianye dared not think further.

But her mind had already automatically started generating corresponding stimulating scenes.

An ordinary picture, with no sound, no movement, no temperature, no breath.

But in Qianye's mind, everything was there.

She had heard those sounds, seen those movements, and perceived those temperatures and breaths.

Her mind was a warehouse filled with memories of those three days.

Su Yingxue's picture was like a key, unlocking the door to the warehouse.

All the memories gushed out like a flood.

Qianye's hands were trembling.

This feeling was even more intense than watching directly.

When watching directly, her Divine Thought was a bystander, calmly observing everything; although her heartbeat would quicken, although her breathing would become disordered, she knew she was a bystander.

But now, there was no image, no sound, only a picture and her imagination.

She was a participant; she was using her own memories to fill in the blanks of that picture.

She was using her own imagination to continue the story after that picture.

Su Yingxue's message came again: "If you don't come, I'll send one every minute."

...

On the other side.

Lu Shan lay on the bed, hugging a pillow, burying her face into it.

The pillow was white, very soft, and had a faint floral fragrance.

She buried her face in it, lifted it up, buried it again, and lifted it up again.

In her mind, there were only those images.

Not all the images from those three days, but the images of a certain person.

She hadn't told anyone, but when she was watching those three days, she spent most of her time watching Lin Yun.

She watched him being wild...

Watched him...

Watched him...

She watched his every movement, every expression, every breath.

She was like a precise instrument, recording everything about him.

When dawn broke, Lu Shan looked at the light filtering in from outside the window and let out a whimper.

How had she become a little lecher, a little dreamer?

Fantasizing about lewd things all night.

She wasn't like this before.

Previously, she wasn't interested in men, nor was she interested in matters between men and women.

She would Cultivate, go shopping, and gather with friends every day, living a simple and happy life.

But ever since she met Lin Yun, everything had changed.

She started paying attention to his words and deeds, started caring about his opinions, and started fantasizing about scenes of being with him.

She felt she had changed, becoming unlike herself.

The moment she thought about facing the Immortal Master today, she let out an "ah-woo" sound and buried her head in the pillow.

She didn't want to go anymore, didn't dare to go, afraid that seeing Lin Yun's face would make her think of those images, afraid that hearing Lin Yun's voice would make her heart race, afraid that standing by Lin Yun's side would make her flustered.

She wanted to back out; maybe she shouldn't go today?

But then she remembered her aunt wanted her to properly host Lin Yun and the others.

She dared not disobey her aunt's order.

Moreover, in her heart, she also wanted to go.

She wanted to see Lin Yun, wanted to talk to him, wanted to stay by his side.

Although shy, although nervous, although flustered, she still wanted to go.

Lu Shan was shy and hesitant.