This sigh of relief came too soon.

Yuhua left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her, but Yuzhen remained on the bed.

That faint, almost imperceptible fragrance seemed to draw closer and closer…

No!

Jiang Wang’s eyes snapped open!

A small, exquisite sachet hung before him, hooked back by a slender, jade-like pink finger.

And Yuzhen still leaned against the head of the bed, maintaining a certain distance, her gaze fixed upon him.

At some point, the Bodhi mask had been removed.

Thus, her soul-stirring eyes, her fiery red lips, were now fully displayed before him.

Those flame-like red lips could burn, and at this moment, a mocking smile still lingered at their corners.

Between his eyes and hers, a smooth, white hand hung, its slightly bent pink finger like a jade hook, gently swaying the delicate sachet.

That scent, growing closer and closer, was originally this…

What Yuzhen? What nun? What pure, natural, gentle tranquility? She had always been this way, always loved to tease!

The woman’s voice was now lazy, like a tired little cat.

“Is there anything you want to say?” she asked.

Jiang Wang pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, “Get down!”

Jiang Wang lay very straightforwardly on the floor.

He lay on the ground, glaring angrily at the woman sitting on the bed.

Yuzhen brushed away non-existent dust from her hand and scoffed, “You seem to have forgotten whose bed this is. Reflect on that properly for the night.”

Jiang Wang retorted angrily, “Once my injuries heal, I will definitely… uh!”

A warm, soft, and dense sensation crashed into him.

His lips were sealed, and for a moment, he forgot to breathe.

He instinctively tried to push away the woman who had suddenly pounced on him, but his hands were firmly pinned.

Only then did he remember to stir his Dao Yuan, attempting to summon extraordinary power in his weakened state… but the gathered Dao Yuan was easily shaken apart.

He struggled fiercely, but all resistance was crushed. He even tried to strike his Five Mansions, but the entire Five Mansions Sea was suppressed by a mysterious power, generating no waves.

And only then did he realize—

His tightly clenched teeth had already been gently and forcefully pried open!

What was the night? What was the moon? What were the clouds?

For a moment, he could not recall anything.

His mind was a vast blank.

Everything was distant, everything was also very near…

Above the green waves, mandarin ducks intertwined their necks.

By the long, fine dike, weeping willows were entwined.

The ancients’ words were truly excellent. Take the word “kiss together,” for example; just a slight taste, and one can feel that wonderful sense of fitting.

Now Jiang Wang could finally experience the wonder of this word.

He suddenly awakened.

“Uh!”

“Uh!”

Indistinguishable, resisting sounds turned in his throat.

And that warm, smooth entanglement, turned on his tongue tip.

Heaven and earth spun…

“Uh!”

Heaven and earth suddenly separated.

Yuzhen pushed him away and lightly floated back to the bedside.

Her nun’s hat was gone, her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her beautiful eyes were slightly hazy, reflecting someone’s panic.

She lightly wiped her red lips with the pad of her jade-white index finger and said lazily, “You reminded me. Then, while your injuries haven’t healed, let’s collect some interest first.”

Jiang Wang could not clearly articulate his mood.

Shame, annoyance, anger, urgency… perhaps all of it combined.

“Demoness!” he said angrily, “Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!”

“How did I humiliate you?” Yuzhen asked leisurely.

Jiang Wang was momentarily speechless.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Yuzhen took advantage of the opportunity to lie down on her side on the bed, her wonderful body a landscape ink splash, flowing with a rarely seen beautiful posture.

She propped her cheek with her hand, just looking at Jiang Wang lying on the ground: “Faith and righteousness unparalleled Jiang Qingyang, I spent so much effort to save you, could it be that you don’t owe me?”

“I owe you, and I will repay you myself!”

“Of course.” Yuzhen laughed, “You are repaying.”

Saying that, she still pursed her lips.

“You…”

Jiang Wang was trembling with anger, but ultimately, the word “you” failed to articulate a reason.

Only then did he taste a sweet, bloody flavor, and only then did he discover… his lips had been bitten just now.

He became more and more annoyed.

“You seem unconvinced?” Yuzhen smiled and asked.

Jiang Wang looked at her eager eyes and finally, realizing the situation was stronger than himself, dared not test her power with his body. He sighed, changed his strategy, and said, “Let’s chat a bit!”

“Alright,” Yuzhen said lazily, “How do you want to chat… chat about what?”

“…Just like this.” Jiang Wang regrouped, trying hard to shake off that inexplicable atmosphere: “Is this Xiyue Nunnery?”

Yuzhen seemed to be in a good mood and nodded slightly: “Um.”

“How… how did you end up here?” Jiang Wang asked.

Yuzhen looked at him and laughed: “You care about me?”

Jiang Wang decisively changed the question: “How did you find me? I mean… Zhao Xuan Yang hid me in the ancient demon cave, even True People couldn’t find me.”

Yuzhen still had a smile on her face: “I am an evil cult demoness; how could I not know this ancient demon cave? The White Bone Dao’s goal is to build a present-day divine country. When necessary, being neighbors with demon races is no matter.”

In truth, her finding Jiang Wang was due to her tireless, inch-by-inch search. She judged Zhao Xuan Yang’s escape route more accurately than Ku Jue. This was because the white lotus on Jiang Wang’s back was planted by her personally, and its faint perception helped her judge the approximate location.

But she wouldn’t say these words.

An evil cult demoness finding an ancient demon cave indeed sounded quite natural.

At this moment, her face still held a smile, her eyes were still soul-stirring.

But Jiang Wang, for some reason, dared not look at her again.

He withdrew his gaze, opened his eyes and looked at the roof, and asked again: “What is the situation outside now?”

“Don’t know.” Yuzhen said straightforwardly.

“What about the Qi Country side…”

“Don’t know!”

“Jing Country…”

“Don’t know!”

“Master Ku Jue…”

“Don’t know!”

“How long until my injury is healed?” Jiang Wang asked again.

“No comment.” Yuzhen said.

Jiang Wang frowned: “Didn’t we just agree to chat?”

“Who chats about these things with a girl?” Yuzhen said reproachfully.

“…” Jiang Wang said: “Then let’s not chat.”

“You say chat and we chat, you say don’t chat and we don’t chat?”

Jiang Wang remained silent.

Yuzhen asked again: “Do you want to pay interest?”

“…” Jiang Wang said dully: “Then what shall we chat about?”

“Just now… what did you feel?”

Jiang Wang: …

“Hm? No feeling?”

Jiang Wang gritted his teeth and said, “None at all!”

“Reverse psychology, is it?” Yuzhen chuckled lightly: “Sounds like you’re not satisfied…”

“Let’s chat about Xiyue Nunnery!” Jiang Wang said hurriedly: “Speaking of which, I really don’t understand much about this Buddhist sect. Let’s chat about it!”

“Oh? Then what do you want to understand?”

“How about we start with your Senior Sister Yuhua…”

Jiang Wang lay on the ground, Yuzhen lay on her side on the bed.

They chatted like this, perhaps about meaningful things, perhaps about meaningless things.

Jiang Wang looked at the dark roof, and Yuzhen looked at him.