Chapter 39

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Mo Xiuyao forced his eyes open and looked at her lazily. Song Zhi swallowed her saliva and suggested, “How about… Should we take off all our clothes?”

Direct physical contact should be better than being separated by two layers of clothes.

Mo Xiuyao instantly sobered up.

Song Zhi carried her goose down quilt and got into bed first. Using the quilt as cover, she began to take off her clothes. First, she took out her outer clothes, then the clothes she was wearing underneath. One by one, the clothes that were still warm fell to her feet. Mo Xiuyao’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his fingers that had been tapping on his knees stopped at some point. Clearly, after leaving Song Zhi’s arms, his body had frozen again, but he did not feel cold. Instead, he felt a faint heat.

After a long time, Song Zhi stuck her head out from under the blanket. “Sir Demon Lord, I’m done.”

Mo Xiuyao looked up and met her clear eyes. Song Zhi’s eyes really did not match her beautiful “Demon Lord?” Song Zhi saw that Mo Xiuyao did not move and felt a little embarrassed. He did not reject her when she took off her clothes just now. Was he not going to cooperate now? What if he refused to cooperate? Should she put on her clothes again? Song Zhi’s gaze landed on the clothes that she had taken off. Just as she was hesitating whether she should put them on again, a familiar coat fell to the ground and covered all her clothes.

Eh? Song Zhi looked up and saw Mo Xiuyao lowering his eyes and undressing. He took off his black robe, revealing his frosty chest and abdominal muscles… Oh, although Song Zhi had long expected that Mo Xiuyao’s figure would not be bad, she did not expect it to be so good. His muscles were tight and not too exaggerated or too thin. Every inch was just right, like a plate of delicious snacks.

“Your eyeballs are about to fall out.” Mo Xiuyao laughed at her.

Song Zhi came back to her senses and pretended to urge him, embarrassed. “Hurry up and take it off, I’ve already warmed the blanket.”

Mo Xiuyao glanced at her and sat down on the bed. Song Zhi quickly made way for him and reminded him when he was about to lie down, “Demon Lord, you didn’t take off your pants.”

Mo Xiuyao pretended not to hear her.

Song Zhi was speechless. If she had known earlier, she would not have taken off her clothes so quickly. Just as she was considering whether to put on two pieces of clothes, Mo Xiuyao had already laid down in the room, his body cold. The moment he entered the room, the warmth in the blanket dissipated. Fortunately, the frost on his body also faded a little.

Song Zhi shuddered, but still reached out to hug Mo Xiuyao. Although the two of them had cultivated together many times, they had never had physical contact. The moment their skin touched, both of them froze at the same time.

“It’s so cold…” Song Zhi only felt awkward for a short three seconds before she took a deep breath and hugged Mo Xiuyao even tighter. When their skin rubbed against each other, even their body temperatures blended with each other. Mo Xiuyao lowered his head and could see the white skin under the blanket. He suddenly felt thirsty.

Compared to Mo Xiuyao’s absent-mindedness, Song Zhi was much more dedicated to her work. Not only did she stick her entire body to Mo Xiuyao, but she also did not forget to hug him and gently rub the back of his hand, trying her best to give him warmth. Speaking of which, Sir Demon Lord’s back was really wide, and every muscle was tight. With a little force from her fingertips, she could feel the vein lines on it. His skin was also very good, like silk, smooth to the touch.

Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyes and tried his best to ignore Song Zhi’s mischievous little hands. She had no intention of stopping even when she moved down her spine and touched the back of his waist. Finally, he could not bear it anymore and grabbed her wrist. “Hey.”

“… I’m just helping you keep warm.” Song Zhi explained guiltily. Mo Xiuyao squinted his eyes and was about to say something, but he suddenly saw the wound on Song Zhi’s arm. It was cut during the day. As she said, it was just a scratch. After such a long time, only a red mark was left.

“Why didn’t you apply some medicine on it?” Mo Xiuyao asked. Song Zhi followed his line of sight and laughed dryly.

“It’s just a small injury.” It was indeed just a small wound, like a cat’s scratch. At first, there were some drops of blood, but later, there was no blood at all. It was just an ordinary wound.

Mo Xiuyao paused and raised his head to look at Song Zhi. “The last time you climbed a tree, you got blisters on your hands. You took more than 20 supplements and wrapped them with more than three layers of gauze. You even lay in bed for two days.”

Song Zhi was speechless. How could this person remember these little things so clearly?! She twitched her mouth and tried to argue. “I’m just cherishing my life.”