Ye Qingyi tightly closed her eyes, her face burning hot, her chest heaving violently.
She didn’t know what she was feeling—a mix of fear, shyness, and an inexplicable sense of anticipation…
After waiting for a long time and sensing no movement, she slowly opened her eyes, only to find that Su Mo had already climbed down at some point.
Huh? She was too nervous earlier and didn’t notice.
He was now lying beside her, his beautiful eyes fixed on her face with an amused expression. “What were you expecting?”
The icy cold floor no longer felt cold; Ye Qingyi felt her entire body grow hot.
From anger!
She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and after a moment’s hesitation, lightly punched Su Mo. Her voice seemed to squeeze through her teeth, “You’ve become bad…”
This cute action of hers made Su Mo’s heart flutter. He couldn’t help but imagine that if it were her real body doing this, he might not be able to resist pulling her into his arms and giving her a good “squeeze.”
Su Mo grinned foolishly, the scene already playing out in his mind…
Ahem.
His thoughts returned to reality. He grabbed Ye Qingyi’s hand gently, his voice soft, “You waited for me for nine months. You’ve had it tough.”
Ye Qingyi was still pretending to be upset, but hearing this, she suddenly seemed to remember something. Her expression changed abruptly, “Hmph! Men!”
With that, she nimbly got up, leaving Su Mo alone on the floor. The previously romantic atmosphere suddenly turned comical.
Thinking she was still playing around, Su Mo put his hands behind his head, a smile still on his face. Unexpectedly, when she turned her head, her gaze was as sharp as a knife, seemingly capable of killing.
“Was it white? Tender? Nice to look at?” Her three rapid-fire questions left Su Mo utterly confused.
He was pondering what she meant when his heart skipped a beat: Crap, it couldn’t be… Li Xiaomou!
Back in the Death Mountain, he had accidentally torn her clothes…
But how did Ye Qingyi know?
Apart from the two people involved, only Er Ha was present at the time.
Now, Er Ha had gone to find its previous owner, and Li Xiaomou was still in the Death Mountain. Could she have planted a surveillance device on him?
Su Mo felt a bit guilty, but he pretended to be calm and steady, “What do you mean by that?”
“What do I mean?” Ye Qingyi sneered, “I mean exactly what I said.”
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Su Mo didn’t know that Ye Qingyi could share his perceptions, but Ye Qingyi knew that Su Mo didn’t know she could share his perceptions.
They stared at each other for a while. Su Mo tried to break the stalemate, “Why don’t you tell me, what exactly did I… Hey, hey, what are you doing?”
He was pushed and shoved by Ye Qingyi towards the door. Although her strength wasn’t great, he wisely didn’t genuinely resist, instead pretending to be overpowered.
He could clearly sense that she seemed genuinely angry.
Or more accurately, jealous.
Su Mo felt secretly pleased; the feeling of someone being jealous of him seemed rather nice. Unlike some people who only know to feast on others’ public displays of affection all day and then sit there grinning foolishly by themselves.
“Qingyi, let me explain…”
Through the door, Ye Qingyi’s voice was crystal clear, “I’m not listening, not listening!”
No matter what he said after that, Ye Qingyi just repeated “I’m not listening, not listening!” completely denying him any chance to explain.
Just like a willful female lead in an idol drama.
It seems every girl is like this sometimes…
(Plot requirement, no other meaning intended. Doge emoji to save my skin.)
Su Mo was glad he had gone to the library before coming, gathering some ‘spiritual sustenance’. After a moment of thought, he suddenly fell silent, turned, and walked into the rain, leaving behind a lonely, desolate silhouette.
Sometimes, retreating as a form of advance is truly better than charging head-on.
A fine drizzle fell, and cold winds blew. The young girl left this “heartbreaking” place looking forlorn.
Seeing no more movement outside, Ye Qingyi looked out the window and saw that Su Mo had taken off his coat and was walking in the cold winter rain wearing only thin clothes.
Even though she knew he was faking it, Ye Qingyi’s nose inexplicably tingled with sadness. “I probably shouldn’t be this willful… but—”
She stamped her feet in frustration, making the floor clatter loudly, “But you still shouldn’t do this! Seeing it still makes my heart ache, you stupid Su Mo! I’m never talking to you again, hmph!”
Despite saying she wouldn’t talk to him, her body honestly opened the door and she rushed out after him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door, she saw Su Mo sprinting back towards her, a mischievous, cheeky expression on his face.
Caught off guard, she lost her footing, and the next moment, Su Mo had thrown her over his shoulder with one arm and carried her back into the house.
The scene had suddenly shifted from an idol drama to a cop-and-robber film. The style change was so fast that even Ye Qingyi couldn’t process it immediately.
By the time her feet touched the ground again, she was already sitting on the sofa.
The ‘female kidnapper’ from the idol drama was sitting right beside her.
Strangely, his clothes weren’t wet.
Su Mo looked at her and personally explained everything that had happened that day.
To prevent Ye Qingyi from causing trouble, Su Mo held her hands firmly, his actions extremely domineering.
Instead of getting angry, Ye Qingyi was secretly pleased, quietly enjoying his dominance…
“So, you have to believe me!” Su Mo blinked his big eyes, saying earnestly.
Ye Qingyi glanced at him, laughing inwardly.
“Mm, I believe you.”
Su Mo then shared all sorts of things that had happened during this time with her. As he spoke, his eyebrows danced with animation, his desire to share reaching its peak.
And so, one talked and the other listened, just like when they first met, sharing their respective experiences with each other.
Back then, it might have been to avoid exposing their identities, but now it was different. Sharing with each other had become an essential part of their lives.
In other words, there were almost no secrets between them.
You are me, and I am you.
For them, this wasn’t a metaphorical statement, but a literal one.
However, as the sharing went deeper, Su Mo noticed something strange—she didn’t seem all that surprised by some of the things he shared, as if she had already heard them before.
Combined with her knowledge about him accidentally tearing Li Xiaomou’s clothes, Su Mo suspected she had some ability to monitor him.
Come to think of it, back in Chu Yuan, he had heard someone talking more than once, and he had thought it was an illusion at the time. Now it seemed certain it was Ye Qingyi.
She must have awakened an ability to watch me!
Su Mo thought this to himself, simultaneously guessing at the possible origin of this ability.
If he wasn’t mistaken, it probably had something to do with the Bright Pearl, right? After all, this was something referred to by Yun Fei and the others as an item of the immortal, and that immortal happened to be Ye Qingyi.
Perhaps the Bright Pearl flying into his brow was connecting her soul and her physical body.
Speaking of which, could the soul exchange be related to this?
Su Mo stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Unexpectedly, Ye Qingyi chose that moment to lean sideways against the back of the sofa, her expression lazy, a sly glint in her bright eyes.
Su Mo felt inexplicably flustered, sensing that something was about to happen, something that might cause him immense social embarrassment. But he couldn’t recall what it was for the moment.
Then he saw her look up, then lower her eyelids, her tone languid as she waved a hand dismissively at the air in front of her and said impatiently, “What three clans? I haven’t heard of them. Let them wait. This young lady just finished cultivating and needs to rest.”
She placed particular emphasis on the words “this young lady.”
Crack!
It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck from a clear sky. Su Mo wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
Aaaaaah! She really was watching me! She even knows about this!
Su Mo’s pretty face turned bright red, like tender, wobbly jelly—it looked delicious at a glance…
Gulp—