Chapter 19 Does She Really Like You?
Wei Jinyou didn't answer her. He raised his hand and covered his eyes with a black cloth, tied an exquisite knot behind his head, and continued to undress after tying it, without avoiding Song Zhexia at all.
The girl hastily looked away, so nervous that her hands were shaking as she untied her belt.
The turtle lazily shrunk into its shell and took a nap peacefully.
The room was covered in white mist, completely different from the damp and cold outside. The warm steam made people feel warm all over.
Song Zhexia's body below the neck was completely immersed in the water, and he deliberately kept a distance from the young man.
The heat rose along her skin, and she leaned back comfortably, letting out a low moan of contentment.
Beside her, Wei Jinyou remained silent the whole time, like a silent stone.
Song Zhexia almost thought he was asleep and glanced over at him secretly.
In the thick fog, the boy's lean and well-proportioned body was faintly visible in the clear and transparent water.
Her long hair spread out behind her head like a waterfall. A black cloth covered her always cold eyes, adding a bit of ascetic beauty. Under her high nose bridge, her thin red lips were pursed into a beautiful arc.
Tiny drops of water rolled down along the boy's sharp Adam's apple, gathered between his delicate jade-like collarbones, and flowed into the water along his white and firm chest.
The whole picture looks particularly astringent.
After just watching for a few seconds, Song Zhexia took a breath.
[Oh my god, who can stand this?!]
Song Zhexia coughed slowly and said, "Brother, men and women should not touch each other, you should stay away from me."
[If we were this close, I'd be afraid I wouldn't be able to resist reaching out and touching his abdominal muscles.]
Wei Jinyou: “…”
He doesn't bother to pay attention to you.
...
When I came out of the bath, the sky outside was already a dark gray.
Back in the house, Song Zhexia stretched himself, lay comfortably on the bed, covered with a warm quilt, and curled up like a cat.
Beside her, the young man leaned against her, his dark eyes emitting a cold light in the darkness.
He never fell asleep at all during the few nights he slept with Song Zhexia.
He has always been extremely wary of outsiders, let alone a woman of unknown origin.
But at the moment, it seems that this woman doesn't do anything else every day except eating and sleeping.
So, why did she pretend to be Song Zhexia to get close to me?
Not far from the window, Liu Niu was squatting in the grass, crying with his handkerchief tightly biting his teeth.
Not only did they enter the bath together, but they also slept on the same bed?!
Even if we are lying back to back in bed, our bodies still honestly want to hold hands!
Grass! ! !
His master has absolutely lost his mind in love!
Inside the room, Wei Jinyou turned around, climbed up from the bed, stared at the girl's peaceful sleeping face for a moment, then reached out and pinched her face a few times.
The latter woke up quickly, and when he opened his eyes dazedly, he caught a glimpse of the boy's cold face. He immediately jumped up from the bed like a frightened rabbit and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, "Brother Wei, why are you still not asleep? Are you suffering from insomnia?"
"Ah."
Wei Jinyou stared at her for a while, and after a while he said, "Xia Xia."
"Tell me a story, brother."
Song Zhexia curled her lips slightly, "Okay, Senior Brother~"
[You are amazing, you are noble, you woke me up because you couldn't sleep so I could tell you a story!]
She thought for a while and then began to talk, "Once upon a time there was a sleeping beauty. She slept for a long time and was suddenly woken up by a prince one day."
"The prince looked at her lovingly, only to see Sleeping Beauty jump up, slap the prince in the face, and curse: 'You are the one who disturbed my sleep!'"
Wei Jinyou: “…”
Turtle: [I don't believe there's any personal grudge in this story.]
As soon as he finished telling the story, Song Zhexia felt something freezing his hand.
She lowered her eyes and found it was Wei Jinyou's other hand. Her eyelids twitched, "Brother Wei, why are your hands so cold?"
The boy followed her gaze and replied softly, "It's okay."
The temperature of demon blood was much lower than that of normal people, and he had long been accustomed to it.
"important."
Song Zhexia began to rub his hands very seriously and said seriously: "I'll rub them for you."
[If you are too cold to sleep, you will torture me.]
Wei Jinyou: “…”
He looked at the two of them leaning against each other for warmth, his cold eyes like a gloomy cold pond.
"Xia Xia." The young man suddenly spoke up and asked tentatively, "Why are you so nice to my brother?"
Song Zhexia:?
[You didn’t sleep late at night and your brain was cramping and you started to become emo, right?]
Song Zhexia smiled gently, buried his face shyly, and began to lie, "Brother Wei, you know how I feel about you, why are you asking again?"
[Why else? Because I can't live without you.]
Hearing this, Wei Jinyou's heart skipped a beat.
Song Zhexia warmed his hands for a while, then glanced at the boy and asked with concern, "Are you warmer now?"
The latter looked at her with a complicated expression, not knowing what he was thinking, and it took him a long time to nod.
[Oh, you really have kidney deficiency.]
Wei Jinyou: “…”
The moonlight outside the window plays with the veil and pushes away the mist.
Song Zhexia was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes and fell asleep leaning on the boy's chest.
Wei Jinyou lowered his brows, unconsciously shrank back, and pushed the girl back to her original position.
The blood python thought for a moment, looked at this horrifying scene, and suddenly said: "Could it be that she is really..."
"Just because I like you?"
"..."
Wei Jinyou looked at the sleeping person quietly, with a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth.
how is this possible.
Nonsense.
...
The next day, Song Zhexia slept until she woke up naturally, which was a rare occasion.
She opened her eyes and found that the boy had woken up a long time ago and was sitting beside the bed flipping through a book. When he saw her misty eyes, he put the book aside and said in a cold tone as usual, "Hurry up if you wake up. You'll be late."
Song Zhexia nodded quickly and began to put on makeup in front of the mirror.
This morning, Elder Li Huan taught the Heart Sutra class in the classroom of the library. Before he finished fortune-telling and returned to the sect from the foot of the mountain, the disciples first read the books and allusions on their own.
When Song Zhexia arrived, he found Qin Shilan and a young female cultivator reading a domineering romance book.
The young female cultivator watched for a while and asked a soul-searching question, "Big Sister, the heroine clearly dislikes the hero, keeps saying no and calling him a bastard, why does the hero still think that the heroine likes him?"
Qin Shilan wiped her tears and replied, "The heroine is not disgusted at all, she is clearly acting like a spoiled child to the hero."
"Women always say one thing and mean another. A little beating or scolding is all about love. The more they like a man, the more they will give him this kind of alternative nickname."
"Oh!" The little female cultivator said thoughtfully, "So that's how it is!"
Song Zhexia was holding the turtle in her arms and couldn't help but laugh dryly when she heard their discussion.
Enough of being in love.
Noticing her smile, Wei Jinyou gave her a strange look and asked abruptly, "Xia Xia, what are you laughing at?"
Song Zhexia paused slightly.
What do you care what I'm laughing at?
Before she could answer, a strange figure appeared in front of her, "Xia Xia!"