Chapter 78
Chapter 78
Xia Sheng glanced at the leaf, and her eyelid twitched.
It felt like the thing was still steaming.
She really did not want it.
“Give me a new one.”
Shen Shen protested, “Plucking leaves hurts.”
“I’ll use pain-relieving Talismans on you.”
Shen Shen pouted and reluctantly grew another leaf, plucked it off, and handed it to Xia Sheng. “Here.”
Xia Sheng took the leaf and was about to leave.
But the moment she turned around, she saw Shen Yanchen standing behind her at some point.
For the past few days, she had been doing her best to avoid Shen Yanchen. She had not expected to run into him anyway.
Remembering that Shen Shen had told her Shen Yanchen was away on a business trip today, Xia Sheng turned back and shot Shen Shen a suspicious look.
Shen Shen lifted his head to stare at the sky, pretending not to notice her gaze.
Seeing how guilty Shen Shen looked, Xia Sheng more or less understood what had happened.
It seemed this little fellow had chosen to stand on Shen Yanchen’s side.
Xia Sheng said coolly, “The weather’s getting cold. Time for some ginseng soup.”
Shen Shen’s round little body trembled, and he cast a pleading look at Shen Yanchen.
Shen Yanchen said, “Stewing him whole would be too nourishing. Too much of a good thing can be bad for the body. If you want some, just pull out a few of his ginseng whiskers.”
Shen Shen: “?”
Was that something a human would say?
That was… baldly unexpected.
Xia Sheng had only meant to scare Shen Shen a little. She would never actually do anything to him.
Since Shen Shen could no longer be relied upon, she would just have to do her best to avoid Shen Yanchen herself from now on.
“I’m busy going back to refine medicine, so I’ll take my leave.”
With that, Xia Sheng lifted her foot to go.
But after only a few steps, the man caught her hand.
Shen Yanchen’s palm was broad and firm, his wrist bones lean. Blue veins tangled across the back of his hand, and his fingertips were pale and lustrous like jade, as if his hand were a perfectly carved work of art.
“How long do you plan to keep avoiding me?”
Xia Sheng pressed her lips together and said, “I’m not avoiding you.”
“Liar.” As Shen Yanchen spoke, he pulled her in front of him and lowered his eyes to look at the cool-faced young woman before him. “Recently, whenever I called or messaged you, you never replied.”
Xia Sheng said, “I don’t use my phone much.”
“Then why didn’t you answer when I called Aunt Fang?”
Xia Sheng fell silent for a moment, then corrected him, “By seniority, you should call her Sister Fang.”
Seeing Xia Sheng change the subject, Shen Yanchen laughed in exasperation. He did not bother arguing with her over such meaningless details and only said, “That day, you slept with me.”
Hearing Shen Yanchen bring up what had happened that day, Xia Sheng’s eyelid twitched. She turned her head, her guilty gaze drifting off to the side.
Shen Yanchen lowered his voice and continued, “I was still an innocent, untouched man. Shouldn’t you take responsibility for me?”
His voice was warm and deep, carrying the solemn steadiness of a mature man, yet for some reason Xia Sheng heard a hint of accusation in it, as if she were some heartless woman who had slept with someone and refused to take responsibility.
Xia Sheng defended herself in a small voice, “I didn’t sleep with you. That day, you clearly only used your hand to…”
“Ahem.” Standing to the side, Shen Shen saw that their conversation was about to veer onto the expressway and hurriedly coughed.
Mind your image, hey!
There was still a nine-hundred-year-old ginseng baby right here!
Although Xia Sheng did not finish speaking, Shen Yanchen already understood what she meant.
“I used my mouth too.” Without changing expression, Shen Yanchen pulled the young woman into his arms and inhaled the faint fragrance on her. “I served you so thoroughly. Shouldn’t you take responsibility for me?”
As he spoke, his thin lips brushed lightly against the side of her ear, his warm breath spilling across her sensitive cheek.
Xia Sheng’s body trembled slightly. She could not stop herself from recalling the hazy scenes of that night, and her little face instantly flushed bright red.
Her personality had always been cool and detached, and very few things could stir much emotion in her.
But as she listened to Shen Yanchen, her heart still skipped a beat beyond her control.
She mumbled, “It’s not like I asked you to help me.”
Shen Yanchen asked in return, “Are you sure?”
Xia Sheng opened her mouth to say she was, but when she thought back carefully to what had happened that day, she suddenly realized she might not be so sure after all.
That day, it did seem like she had been the one clinging to him and begging him to help her.
Seeing that Xia Sheng had nothing to say, Shen Yanchen took her hand and kissed it lightly. “Sheng’er, try dating me.
“You need to absorb the Baleful Qi inside me to nourish and restore your soul. The method of Dual Cultivation is more efficient than simple skin-to-skin contact, isn’t it?”
Xia Sheng was still a little hesitant, unable to make up her mind.
Just as Shen Yanchen had said, dating him would only benefit her and bring her no harm.
But she still felt awkward about it.
After all, not long ago, she had only regarded him as an elder and called him Uncle Nine.
Noticing her wavering, Shen Yanchen decided to push her a little further. He leaned down and brushed a light kiss over her lips.
Xia Sheng was startled by his sudden kiss and instinctively reached out to push him away, but Shen Yanchen had already pulled back on his own.
His silent gaze fixed on her, deep and dark like the dim light of night, carrying a dangerous, bewitching quality. “In a moment, I’m going to push even further.
“If you don’t want it, you can refuse.”
Xia Sheng’s fingertips curled slightly. Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
She wanted to refuse.
But for some reason, she couldn’t speak.
A few seconds later, the corner of Shen Yanchen’s mouth lifted, and he smiled soundlessly.
The hand holding hers shifted to hook around her waist, drawing her forward. His other hand cupped the back of her head as he lowered his head and kissed her soft lips.
The man’s scorching breath spilled across her cheek, so hot it felt as though her skin were burning.
Xia Sheng’s breath caught, and by reflex, she tried to turn her head away.
Yet the moment she moved even a fraction, the hand at the back of her head applied the slightest pressure, holding her in place.
Xia Sheng was displeased, her eyes accusing Shen Yanchen.
Hadn’t this man just said she could refuse?
As though he could see what she was thinking, a hint of laughter appeared in Shen Yanchen’s eyes and brows. Yet he still did not let go of her. Instead, he parted her lips and teeth, pressing in forcefully and claiming every inch.
At first, Xia Sheng remained somewhat guarded, but gradually, she let down her defenses and lost herself in the man’s gentle, all-embracing kiss.
Shen Shen watched from the side as the two of them kissed as if they couldn’t bear to part, and bashfully covered his eyes with his little leaves.
Then, remembering exactly where those little leaves had just been covering, Shen Shen tossed them aside in disgust and used his tiny hands to cover his eyes instead, leaving only a small gap between his fingers so he could secretly peek at them.
Mr. Shen and the Little Celestial Master were actually kissing right in front of him.
How embarrassing.
At the same time, in the villa across from them.
Shen Ze had just come out after taking a shower and was about to rest when he casually glanced out the window. Then he saw the two people standing on the balcony opposite him.
“Holy shit?”
Shen Ze suspected something was wrong with his eyes.
Otherwise, why would he be seeing his own Uncle Nine holding the Little Celestial Master and making out with her on the balcony?
He clearly remembered that not long ago, Uncle Nine had still been complaining that the Little Celestial Master was too young.
He had thought this old cow would at least wait until the tender grass matured. How long had it been? His Uncle Nine had already laid his wicked hands on that delicate flower and plucked the Little Celestial Master for himself.
His Uncle Nine was harming one of the future flowers of the nation!
This was simply the annihilation of humanity and the collapse of morality!
He had to go over there and stop him!
With that thought, he rolled up his sleeves and marched downstairs with his head held high and his chest out.