Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Liu Huo lay motionlessly on the bed. Ji Fengyan’s scent filled his nostrils. It was not as cloying as the scent of flowers, but was indescribable—very delicate and elegant, like a flowing brook or like the mist that lingered in the mountain forests.
It was so pure it could make one forget the trivial affairs of the world and the filth that hid in shadows.
Liu Huo only dared to secretly move his line of vision slightly, to look at Ji Fengyan’s peacefully sleeping face.
Ji Fengyan could not be said to be a beauty, but she had her own uniquely delicate features. Liu Huo vaguely felt that her face was much prettier than when he had first seen it. Although the features were the same and he could not say what had changed, it had just… become inexplicably prettier, prettier than any other face on earth.
The moonlight filtered through the tightly closed windows. A moonbeam shone through the darkness and the misty moonlight illuminated Ji Fengyan’s brow, forming a halo that shadowed her face.
Liu Huo could not tell if this halo was made of moonlight or not. He only felt that Ji Fengyan seemed to be wrapped in light. The little hand resting on his chest moved up and down as he breathed. Her warmth seeped through her thin robes and warmed his chest. This warmth seemed to traverse his skin and flowed through his blood and to heat his beating heart.
Liu Huo could faintly see a wisp of golden mist coiling between Ji Fengyan’s brows.
When Liu Huo saw the flash of gold, his heart thumped.
He coincidentally reached out his hand to touch Ji Fengyan’s brow, but stopped just a finger-length away.
“I don’t want you to hate me…” Liu Huo’s brows were deeply furrowed. Untold agony was written in his clear eyes.
He was Liu Huo. He was also Xing Lou.
But…
She liked one, but hated the other.
“I’m sorry.” A choked voice emerged from Liu Huo’s chest as he suppressed that unspeakable secret in his soul.
He withdrew his hand and his gaze drifted across Ji Fengyan’s brow. It passed over her well-formed nose and her red lips, then sank into her white neck. But when he saw the World-Termination-Armour around her neck, his look sharpened abruptly.
“I will help you get rid of it.” Liu Huo hands clenched tightly. He withdrew his gaze and slowly closed his eyes.
Even though this was an extravagance, he wanted to just… indulge in this moment.
Even if he were to be eternally condemned in the future, he would have a moment of bliss.
Even if it was only for a moment…
it was good enough…
The night was silent. They hid unspeakable secrets in heaven and earth. Who could know them?
When Ji Fengyan woke up, Liu Huo was still sleeping. She propped herself up and could not help but pinch the tip of Liu Huo’s nose, causing him to frown slightly.
“Hey, little Liu Huo, you are truly fated to be my love.” Ji Fengyan rested her chin on her hand and contentedly looked at Liu Huo’s peacefully sleeping face. Immortal cultivators seldom came into contact with love because their ultimate goal was to become a Perfected Immortal. Also, their cultivation extended their lifespan beyond that of ordinary people. They also did not dare to come into contact with love because they were afraid of the separation of death.
However, for whatever reason, the moment Ji Fengyan had seen Liu Huo, she had felt that…
she was willing to try this new experience.
She would gladly endure any hardship.