Chapter 89: The Camellia Blooms, the Person Gone Away (VIII) Hair tangled together...

After washing up, Ye Qingzhan changed her clothes, and after calming down the unrest in her heart, she opened the door with a smile, "Are you still there?"

The blush on her face was blown away by the wind. Wen Gu turned around at the sound and took the hand she extended, "I'm here."

After her hand was held, Ye Qingzhan felt relieved. Keeping the curve of her lips, he asked softly, "What are you eating this morning?"

Wen Gu looked at her eyes that had been smiling all day, but a frown appeared between his brows.

Why did she love to smile so much today? It was as if she was born with a smile, and as if it was just for him to see. But there was not a trace of sincerity in her smile after eating noodles yesterday.

Confused, Wen Gu looked at the bracelet on her wrist.

Did she pretend to like someone she didn't like?

His stirred heart suddenly calmed down. Wen Gu's gaze towards her wasn't as intense as before, but it was still focused. He replied calmly, "Pumpkin porridge."

Ye Qingzhan's other hand grasped his, and he said happily, "You're not a worm in my stomach, are you? How did you know that pumpkin porridge is what I want most today? I even dreamed about it last night."

Liar.

Wen Gu held her hand motionlessly, his dark eyes gloomy as he stared at Ye Qingzhan's blinking eyes.

She had clearly dreamed of reuniting with her family, so there was no pumpkin porridge! Why didn't she tell him the truth?

Something in her heart seemed to collapse at that moment, and Wen Gu's gaze, which he withdrew from her face, suddenly became sad, like the look of a puppy drenched in rain.

Wen Gu wanted to say something, his lips moved, but he pursed them tightly and said nothing. He just brought Ye Qingzhan to the dining table, handed the chopsticks to her, pushed the bowl of porridge in front of her, and said, "Eat."

After becoming blind, Ye Qingzhan's hearing became extremely sensitive. Naturally, he heard the abnormality in his voice. After a little thought, he scooped a spoonful of pumpkin porridge and handed it to him. He blew on it, and based on the direction of his voice, he estimated the distance and handed the porridge in the spoon to him, "Open your mouth, I'll feed you."

Wen Gu looked at the porridge in front of his chin. For some reason, the discomfort in his heart disappeared. He lowered his head slightly, held Ye Qingzhan's hand steadily, looked at her, and drank the porridge.

"Aren't you unhappy again?"

Holding her hand, his palm seemed to be soaked in frost and snow, and the bone-chilling coldness was transmitted to the back of her hand, but it made people feel at ease. Ye Qingzhan put the spoon in the bowl and stirred it, then scooped another spoonful and handed it to his mouth.

"Why don't you talk?"

Wen Gu stared at her, and after a while he said in a muffled voice: "It's hot."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhan put the porridge in the spoon back and blew on it. When he handed it to her again, he heard him say: "Just eat it." As he said that, he took the spoon and naturally fed the porridge in the spoon into her mouth.

It's really hard to please.

Ye Qingzhan complained quietly in her heart with the porridge in her mouth.

Such sweet porridge, she stirred it with a spoon for a long time, how could it be hot? After blowing it, he didn't eat it, and in the end it was in her mouth? If she didn't ask him for something, who would care about her mood?

The complaints were finally interrupted by the pumpkin porridge that went into her mouth one spoonful at a time.

Wen Gu, who was sitting beside her, just fed her.

He could hear every word in her heart.

After the porridge was empty at the bottom of the bowl, Wen Gu put down the spoon, and his eyes wrapped in cold blades swept around, forcing back the black mist emanating from his body with his eyes.

These filthy things really took a fancy to her.

After absorbing the Yin Sha of that place, his body became a cauldron of filth. Even though Wen Gu had grown stronger there, cultivating with the mortal cultivators, he was still a mortal. Suffering so much "evil" all at once, he was in danger of exploding.

To release the Yin Sha within him, he never showed mercy when faced with the attacks of numerous sects and families during his travels in the mortal world. He retaliated as deeply as they wounded him. Fighting couldn't dispel the often-maddened black energy, but it could temporarily mitigate its impact on his heart. Amidst the bloody storm, he and the filth felt the same exhilaration and joy he felt upon leaving that haunted place for the first time.

This was why he loved fighting.

However, he preferred to target the physically superior rather than those riddled with sin and evil intent. Meanwhile, the dark mist preferred the utterly vicious or the pure as snow.

They devoured the endless evil in the heart of the former, and poured all of this evil into the body of the latter, tainting, corroding, and assimilating them. Let these people with hearts as bright as lotus, sink into the quagmire, fall into the bottomless abyss, and become the new "evil" people.

Obviously, these things have been testing his bottom line in the past few days, openly and secretly, and aiming at her.

Thinking of this, Wen Gu retracted his hand on the table, clenched his fist and hit his chest. When the fist fell, blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his lips,

the black mist dissipated, and the way of heaven was clear.

Ye Qingzhan blinked his clear eyes and asked softly: "What's wrong with you? I seem to hear what you are saying? Muffled."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingertips, Wen Gu did not answer but asked: "After eating, can you teach me to write? You said you would teach me to write last night."

"Ah?" Ye Qingzhan slammed the spoon into the bowl and exclaimed softly. When did she say she would teach him to write yesterday? Was it a casual remark in a dream? Now that she can't even see, the handwriting she writes must be very ugly, how can she teach him? This guy is really impulsive. If she doesn't teach him, it seems unreasonable. He has been cooking the meals and cleaning the house these days. What's more, when she woke up and was about to change clothes, she found that the material of her clothes had changed. Without thinking too much, it must be him who changed it...

Thinking of this, Ye Qingzhan couldn't help blushing slightly, and stammered: "Well, when I said this yesterday, I forgot the fact that I was blind and couldn't write well. Just forget about it for now, and teach me when my eyes are better, okay-"

"What if I can let you see now?"

Before she could finish her words, Wen Gu grabbed her waist with both hands and lifted her up onto his lap. Ye Qingzhan screamed, and when she reacted, she had already sat on his knees. As soon as she sat firmly, she felt a chill on her forehead.

Ye Qingzhan could feel the face of the boy who seemed to be made of ice and snow against hers. She closed her eyes almost subconsciously. Immediately, a constant warmth began to flow from his brows, and the area around his eyes felt as if gently rubbed, a wave of heat spreading.

When the heat receded, his lips, bathed in springtime light, were once again covered by two snow-white lips. The coldness faded, leaving only a lingering obsession.

The young man cupped the girl's cheek, kissing her passionately.

The blood he had preserved within his heart with his yin energy had now been given to the woman in his arms.

Wen Gu felt mad. Otherwise, how could he have drawn that single drop of pure blood from his sea of consciousness and poured it into her eyes?

Once this drop of blood had flowed, nothing of his body would be his.

Blood, bones, internal organs...everything was stained with a foul black mist, leaving no clean spot.

He had sacrificed himself completely to the abyss, hoping only for her safety.

Wen Gu didn't know why he had done this to a woman he had only known for a few days.

If anyone asked why, it all began when they first met.

He was filled with murderous intent and blood, and rode the storm from the sea just to kill her.

However, due to exhaustion, he fell into her arms by chance.

The first hug, she gave.

The first kiss, she offered.

Even the name was chosen by her.

Even though she had asked him for something first, with ulterior motives, but for him, these were enough. Not to mention later, she tried her best to smile, make jokes to make him laugh, and teach him how to get along with others, and count the fireworks of the mortal world.

He did not ask for much, just hoped that such days could flow forever like a broad river that never stops.

That was enough.

Wen Gu kissed Ye Qingzhan, pecked her lips lightly, and then followed the instinct of his body, pried open her lips with the tip of his tongue, probed in, hooked her tongue, and sucked the warm and soft fragrance in this world.

The filth in his body was boiling and surging, as if celebrating, and launched a siege on his heart again and again. His soul seemed to be broken, he was in pain, really in pain, and only by doing something could he relieve the pain in his body.

At the moment of pain, Wen Gu remembered the feeling of her lips touching him that night.

It was beautiful.

It made him linger like her smile.

He imitated her and kissed her.

She couldn't see, but it made him see the "person" more truly.

If she wanted to see, he would let her see.

He just hoped that she would not push him away for the time being, until the pain in his body was dissipated.

Lips and tongues chased and entangled, and Wen Gu's kiss became more and more urgent and heavier.

It was strange. He was not afraid of pain before, but after meeting her, his heart sometimes itched, and sometimes felt like being sharpened by a knife, with waves of dull pain. It

was so strange... and so wonderful...

The fierce and intensive kisses were like a tide, rolling across the sky, wetting her eyelids and submerging her lips. Ye Qingzhan felt like she was falling into the deep sea. Before drowning, she pushed him away and opened her eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, light poured in.

She could see,

she could see again.

She really saw!

The surprise in her eyes overcame the blush caused by the kiss. Ye Qingzhan's frown turned into a smile, and her face flushed with a playful blush. Suddenly, she forgot where she was and moved her waist.

She was about to cheer, but her shoulder felt heavy, and someone whispered in her ear.

"Don't move."

The swelling and pain there was uncomfortable. Wen Gu's voice was low and rough, but it seemed to contain spring water, making people's hearts tremble.

"Be careful of it--"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingzhan felt the presence of that thing, which had already poked her... Her face was burning again. She wanted to get off the boy's body, but as soon as she moved, he grabbed her waist and pulled her back into his arms.

The two suddenly collided and became inseparable.

The people with their hair entangled couldn't help but make a sound at the same time.

Wen Gu seemed to be at a loss, and said softly, "Please don't move."

Ye Qingzhan put her hand on Wen Gu's shoulder, neither sitting nor kneeling. She heard him burying his head in her neck and shoulder, muttering something in a muffled voice, and there was even a hint of grievance in his words.

"I don't know what's wrong with this part of my body. It never used to be like this, but every time I do what you did just now, it stands up. Last night, too. You slept on top of me, rubbing against me, and it grew bigger, and the bigger it got, the more painful it became. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I went to the beach and spent the whole night there."

The more the boy spoke, the more anxious she became. The blush on Ye Qingzhan's face hadn't faded, but it was renewed. It turned out that he didn't understand anything. Fortunately, he didn't understand anything. However, at this moment, she really wanted to cover his mouth and tell him to stop talking. But she was in a difficult situation. If she covered his mouth with one hand, her other hand wouldn't be able to support her, and her hanging body would be...

"Don't--"

Ye Qingzhan bit out the words from between his teeth, enduring the discomfort in his lower body. When he wanted to continue, he was interrupted by the young man again, "Soaking in the sea water is not comfortable at all. I soaked for a whole night before I dared to go back to find you, but you accepted my gift and smiled fakely. Do you really think I can't see it? I have been staring at people's faces in that place since I was a child, and I am the best at distinguishing real smiles from fake smiles! Don't think about lying to me, you can't lie to me."

As he spoke, Wen Gu seemed to be unsatisfied. He moved his waist and raised his hips to bump into her, "Try it, is it hard? When lying with you, it always seemed to want to bump into you. I was afraid it would hurt you, so I stayed away. But you, sometimes sincere and sometimes fake, really pissed me off."

This bump seemed to relieve his anger. Wen Gu bumped a few more times, and all the grievances were suddenly swept away. He changed the subject and said in surprise, "It's so comfortable."

He was comfortable, but the person sitting on his lap bit her lip, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Ye Qingzhan didn't know if he really didn't understand, as if he was addicted to it, but how could she not understand, her legs were already wet. It

was a sunny day in the yard, and the two of them were not married yet. If someone saw this, where would she put her face?

Thinking of this, Ye Qingzhan endured the waves in her body, and between the ups and downs, she scolded: "Don't move! I'm cold and cold to you, isn't it because you said you would help me find my parents but you are reluctant to act. How can I believe you like this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person who was holding her and bumping into her suddenly stopped.

Wen Gutong and Ye Qingzhan slightly shifted their bodies, staring at her with watery phoenix eyes, and said seriously: "I will take you there today."