69: Qin Laoliu pretending to be asleep

Now, right now, immediately.

She wanted him.

Once this thought sprouted, it grew like wild weeds, instantly filling every corner of her heart, no longer able to be suppressed.

Zhao Muxue's breathing suddenly lost its rhythm, the throbbing in her chest grew more intense with every beat, and even her fingertips began to burn.

She carefully supported Qin Feng, letting him lean against the cold jade bed behind him. When her fingertips touched his warm clothes, her heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, she leaned down, her shimmering phoenix eyes filled with obsession as she gazed at him quietly.

That affection, suppressed for hundreds of years, finally broke through all the shackles of being a "Revered Master" and surged forth.

Her cheeks were so red they could drip blood, the scorching heat spreading all the way to her snow-white neck.

As if possessed, she reached out a trembling hand and touched his handsome cheek, her fingertips lightly tracing his brows and his nose, finally resting on his tightly pursed thin lips.

Just as she was completely intoxicated and prepared to move closer.

A voice, slightly raspy and laced with lazy playfulness, suddenly sounded softly above her head.

"Xue'er, what are you doing?"

Zhao Muxue's body suddenly froze!

She looked up in shock, meeting Qin Feng's eyes, which had opened at some unknown point.

In those ink-black eyes, where was there even a hint of drunkenness? They were terrifyingly sober and held a trace of a mischievous smile!

He... he wasn't drunk at all!

From start to finish, he had been faking sleep!

"You... you..."

A thousand words were stuck in her throat; Zhao Muxue's mind went blank.

He saw everything!

Her obsessive gaze from just now, those involuntary little movements, that unconcealable longing—he had seen it all!

Boom!

A surge of extreme shame instantly rushed to the top of her head, making her whole body burn with heat, wishing she could disappear from the world immediately!

"Ah!"

A scream full of shame and indignation escaped her lips. She pushed off the bed, wanting to flee and escape the gaze that made her feel so humiliated.

But Qin Feng's movements were a step faster than hers.

He reached out with a long arm, pulled her back, and pinned her beneath him.

"Xueer Wife, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

The corners of Qin Feng's lips curled into a sly, wicked smile. His voice was low and tender as it reached her ear, causing her heart to tremble.

"I... I..."

Zhao Muxue, her inner thoughts exposed by his words, was so ashamed her lips trembled, unable to utter a complete word. She could only bite her lower lip hard, her watery phoenix eyes glaring at him.

That look of being fierce on the outside but weak on the inside, with a shimmer of tears in her eyes, was charmingly naive and moving.

Qin Feng's heart felt a wave of heat, and he could no longer bear to tease her.

He leaned down, his nose almost touching hers, his voice dropping even lower, every word striking her heart.

"Xue'er, it seems that's not what you were saying just now."

However, just as he was prepared to use action to punish this disobedient Little Vixen.

Zhao Muxue suddenly gave up all struggle.

Her voice was very light and soft, with a hint of trembling and shyness, hiding a long-suppressed and incredibly genuine longing.

"Husband..."

...On December 32nd, Qin Feng and Zhao Muxue went to a temple to draw lots. Zhao Muxue's lot promised peace and smooth sailing! But Qin Feng's was an ill omen, which said: "Scanning the deep river, no driftwood!"

Have you not heard that Heaven never seals off all exits? As long as I want to walk, the road is beneath my feet!

In the Soul-Breaking Valley, the cold wind blows; the Spring Autumn Cicada chirps as the youth returns!

At Dang Hun Mountain, the rockmen weep; Fixed Immortal Travel wanders as the demon heads north.

Upon the Reverse Flow River, ten thousand immortals retreat; love is no match for the weariness of persistence.

Fate is predetermined, a defeat in destiny; the Immortal Venerable regrets, but I do not!

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