Chapter 87: The Camellia Blooms, the Man Departs (Part 6) Her expression remained calm...

The dim candlelight reflected on the young man's handsome face, and even a hint of warmth tinged his cold eyes.

Eating the noodles she had longed for, Ye Qingzhan wiped the tears from her eyes and, smiling, handed the noodles back to him that Wen Gu had pushed. She remembered that he had just said he had no name, no surname, and no family, and guessed he didn't even know when he was born. The corners of her lips drooped, and she caressed and tugged at his sleeve, asking earnestly, "Don't you have a birthday, too?"

Wen Gu looked at the person before him and, seeing her dejected expression, softly replied.

"Then you must eat this bowl of noodles. Consider today your birthday."

As the girl spoke, her eyes gleamed with the warm candlelight, and a faint curve curved the corners of her lips. Wen Gu stared at her without blinking, his heart softening as he replied, "Okay." He didn't understand why it was only when he was facing her that he could feel his heart beating, the reality of being human.

Satisfied with his response, Ye Qingzhan pushed his bowl closer to him. "Then hurry up and eat. We're borrowing Hu Banxian's kitchen, so we can't stay here for long. Tomorrow morning, we'll go buy some supplies for them, and then we'll see if we can set up a stove in the hut and cook."

The girl's moods fluctuated, like the ever-changing weather, bringing different shades of warmth and cold. She had been shedding tears just now, but now her voice was filled with a charming smile.

Wen Gu, gazing at her clear gaze, lowered his eyes and began to eat his noodles.

"Take your time to eat here, and I'll wash the dishes after you're done." Ye Qingzhan said, making a small circle with her arms, and lying on the table, "Today is your birthday, and I'm already ashamed to let the birthday girl make noodles for me. I will never let you wash the dishes again..." She fell silent before she finished speaking.

The bottom of the bowl was gradually empty, and Wen Gu raised his eyes to look at her.

The girl's shallow breathing could be heard, and she was

soundly sleepy. Wen Gu laughed. She

could fall asleep while eating?

Putting the dishes aside, Wen Gu tilted his head to look at her.

The boy's eyes were always sharp and full of murderous intent, but at this moment they were unspeakably soft, as if they had turned into long fingers wrapped in gauze. The fingertips started from the center of the eyebrows, tracing bit by bit, and then moving down bit by bit, stopping on the soft pink lips, stroking back and forth.

The invisible hand finally turned into a real touch.

Wen Gu stretched out his hand and touched her exposed lips with his fingertips.

The girl, dozing lightly on the table, seemed tickled, her brow furrowed in displeasure. As if dreaming of a feast, she suddenly opened her mouth and bit the finger that had touched her lips. Wen Gu

shuddered at the sensation of having her finger sucked, even feeling the warmth and wetness on her fingertips. He quickly pulled his hand away, tucking it behind his back.

The girl pursed her lips, curled up in her arms and fell back into a deep sleep.

The panicked boy, like a frightened bird, rose to his feet as she moved, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. As he landed, he supported himself with one hand and placed the other on his chest.

Wen Gu stared at his hand, his mind recollecting the warm, moist touch.

The girl bit her teeth hard, her tongue pressing against him, almost repelling him.

But why…why, in that moment, did his body and mind feel so comfortable? A tingling sensation began at his fingertips and instantly spread throughout his body.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Wen Gu stared at his hand for a long moment before rising from the ground, his gaze returning to the girl.

Why wasn't she awake?

Curious, Wen Gu took a step forward.

They'd slept together the night they'd first met. She'd woken up first in the morning, but he'd actually been feigning sleep for a long time, finding her embrace warm and comforting, and wanting to stay with her a little longer.

But these past few days, he'd been working during the day, while she'd been unable to wake up at night. When he finished his work and went to see her, she'd already fallen soundly asleep.

At first, Wen Gu thought the girl was feigning sleep, refusing to fulfill her promise. He tried to wake her, but she lay motionless in bed. If it weren't for her breathing and steady pulse, he'd have thought she was in trouble.

Later, Wen Gu asked Shoujing, the attendant at Si Ning Temple, and she explained that the girl had been like this ever since she arrived. After dinner in the evening, she'd gone to bed early, and no matter who called her, she wouldn't wake.

Initially, she thought she'd been injured after falling off a cliff, and upon waking, she felt restless and lethargic due to physical weakness. Worried, Shoujing summoned a doctor to see her, but the doctor said she'd almost recovered and her lethargy wasn't due to physical or mental damage.

So, what was going on?

Wen Gu looked at her, his brow tinged with unease

and anger. The Yin Sha within him sensed his restless rage and greedily absorbed it.

A black mist enveloped him, like a net, eager to snatch away his current negative emotions, hoping for an even more intense surge of evil within him.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Gu gathered his composure and, with a single punch, dispersed the dense black mist.

The instant the Yin Sha dissipated, someone stepped in, their bamboo pole tapping against the ground with a soft, clattering sound.

Wen Gu looked in the direction of the sound and saw Hu Banxian approaching, stroking his graying beard.

"Hey, are you done using the kitchen?" He twitched his nose, picking up the lingering aroma, and hurriedly asked, "Is there any more in the pot? Is there any for my bowl?"

He thought it was better to rely on himself than to ask others. Following the scent, Hu Shuo walked to the stove, lifted the lid, and stirred the pot with the spoon nearby.

Feeling the noodles swirl as the spoon stirred, Hu Shuo smiled with relief. "It's better to come early than to arrive early, my good boy. From now on, every time I have a bowl of noodles, I'll have a pot for you to cook in. Come often, come often, come often."

Hu Shuo fumbled for a bowl and scooped it into the bowl with his chopsticks. He had originally wanted to eat directly from the pot, but with guests present, it would be rude, so he could only swallow his saliva and take the bowl.

Wen Gu looked at him.

This man, like her, was blind. But for some reason, she disliked him. If Qingzhan hadn't said that this man was the first person she met in Camellia Village and that he had shown her the way, she would never have spoken to him.

Hu Shuo, who was being criticized, scooped up the noodles clumsily.

His eyes fell back on the person sleeping soundly on the table, and the restlessness in Wen Gu's heart was calmed down a little. Then, he quickly walked to Hu Banxian, snatched the bowl from his hand, scooped up the noodles from the pot, and stuffed the bowl back into his hand.

The bowl was snatched away in an instant and returned to his hand in the next instant. Hu Shuo's mood can be said to have experienced great sorrow and joy in an instant. He was so frightened that he started to eat voraciously.

Wen Gu had already walked back to Ye Qingzhan, bent down, and first hung her arms around his neck. Ye Qingzhan's head rested on one of his shoulders. Then, Wen Gu hooked his hands around her knees and picked her up like a child.

He saw that most people in Camellia Village held their children in this way. He also knew how to hold her sideways around the waist, but compared to that, he preferred this way.

Because only in this way could their skin touch each other, making the gap between them seamless and inseparable. He only needed to tilt his head to smell the fragrance on her neck.

His heart would beat faster because of this, and he would feel the meaning of living because of this.

Hu Shuo could not see what the two were doing, and he just buried his head in sipping noodles, saying as he slurped: "It's okay, you two go, I'll wash the dishes." When he came back to his senses, there was no one in the kitchen, and the young man and the girl had disappeared.

After putting down the empty bowl, Hu Shuo took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the corner of his mouth, raised a triumphant smile, and then said to himself: "That's great, I can't hold on any longer."

***

After riding the black lotus back to their little room, Wen Gu put Ye Qingzhan on the bed, took off her shoes for her, and brought a basin of clean water, gently wiping her face.

The girl's skin was white and soft, and even through a face towel, it felt great. Wen Gu's free hand once again touched her face uncontrollably and pinched it gently.

Ye Qingzhan, who was sleeping, muttered silently, raised her hand and slapped away the hand that was doing whatever it wanted on her face.

Wen Gu was not angry at being hit by the girl. He quickened the pace of washing her and took a quick shower himself. These were all things she taught him, saying that any mortal would do the same.

After doing all this, Wen Gu, always thinking about the girl's promise, put on his underwear and quickly climbed onto the bed. He moved closer to her, pressed his face against the side of her neck and closed his eyes.

Perhaps because his neck felt itchy, Ye Qingzhan turned over and slept on his side. The side of her neck that was originally pressed against him was

now pressed against the pillow. This movement displeased the young man, who could only fall asleep by smelling the fragrance of her neck. He frowned slightly and wanted to turn her body to the side, but before he could move, his face followed the girl's movement and pressed against another sweet spot.

This place was softer and deeper than the neck. His face seemed to be buried in it.

Wen Gu moved instinctively and took a deep sniff. When he wanted to continue, he was pushed away by the girl.

Ye Qingzhan turned around and left him behind.

After being pushed away from that spot, Wen Gu was extremely unhappy. He stood up straight, his face cold, and he stared at the sleeping girl with resentment. However, when his eyes touched a part of her body, they softened and became curious.

The collar of her clothes was open because she was lying on her side, revealing a piece of white skin. Because she was lying on her side, they were squeezed together.

Was this the place where his face was buried?

Wen Gu tilted his head and thought, and after watching for a while, he reached out and pulled the girl's collar.

It was better not to catch a cold in such a white, soft and warm place.

After straightening Ye Qingzhan's clothes, Wen Gu tucked in the corners of the quilt for her. When his hand touched hers, he paused again. His mind couldn't help but recall the feeling of her sucking his finger just now.

The warm and moist touch was endlessly savored.

Wen Gu stared at the girl's hand for a long time, and suddenly made a proud decision. He also wanted to suck her finger. It felt good to be sucked by someone, and she made him feel very comfortable today. She said that they should reciprocate, and he also wanted to make her feel comfortable. It would be even better if I could feel this kind of comfort in my dreams. That way, I wouldn't be able to forget him even in my dreams.

Thinking of this, I did it.

The girl was sleeping on her side, one hand on the pillow and the other on the quilt. The quilt was embroidered with fiery red camellias. Her hand resting there made her look even more slender and white, like the finest white jade, but softer than white jade.

Wen Gu carefully held her hand, stroked each of her white and delicate fingers, and then held them in his mouth one by one, staring at the girl's sleeping face.

Her expression was calm, but he felt hot and uneasy all over.

After a long time, Wen Gu put down her hand, blew out the candle, and curled up beside her with his back to her. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body felt even hotter. It

was so uncomfortable.

His lower abdomen was swollen and painful.

Was he sick?

She was so smart, she knew everything and was willing to teach him everything. She must know what was wrong with him. Go to bed quickly tonight and ask her early tomorrow morning.

Wen Gu endured the discomfort in his body and forced himself to close his eyes.

The room was quiet.