Chapter 114

When Ye Peitian woke up, he found himself lying on a strange bed, with strange sheets, pillows, but there was a familiar person beside him.

He didn’t know how long he hadn’t slept. After leaving Qianxun’s side and returning to the castle in the desert, he realized that he could no longer stand the quiet environment that enveloped all the memories of the past, let alone in the desert at night. The night was burned by intense thoughts and it was difficult to fall asleep.

He rushed back in the early morning, smelled the familiar smell, and heard a voice that reassured him, which immediately relaxed him. He couldn’t even remember when he fell asleep.

A knock on the door sounded outside, and the person beside him moved. She got up and touched his head, and lifted the soft quilt to cover him.

“Don’t worry, go back to sleep,” she said.

Ye Peitian opened his eyes, and the sunlight passed through the sheets in front of him, so that he could clearly see the fine cotton texture. The quilt was so soft. The touch against the skin made him comfortable. He curled up in a small and reassuring space, and didn’t want to take care of anything outside.

“Qianxun, won’t you go hunting for demons today?”

“No, Sister Yan, I have to take a day off today.”

Gao Yan and Chu Qianxun talked for a while at the door.

Ye Peitian got consciously awake, and knew where he was.

He was sleeping in Qianxun’s bed, in Qianxun’s house!

The door of the house was open, and Gao Yan was standing at the door. Qianxun reached out and held the door, to block her.

Ye Peitian, who was lying in the quilt, blushed. He hid his toes and head which was out of the bedding under the quilt.

Chu Qianxun’s room was very small, and it could be seen clearly from the door.

Gao Yan at a glance saw the quilt bulging on the bed, and the furry head that was drilling into the quilt. She bit her lips. Chu Qianxun had thick skin and sent her away with a gleeful smile, closed the door and shut out the hustle and bustle noise of the courtyard in the morning.

She turned back, lifted the quilt, and saw the ear glowing red. Ye Peitian had buried his entire face in the head of the pillow. She couldn’t help but laugh, “You only slept for a few hours. Continue to sleep for a while, and I’ll go get some food.”

After Chu Qianxun was ready to leave, a hand extended from the bedding and held her. Ye Peitian’s head was against the quilt, and he was looking at her.

They were a little misty as he just woke up. His slender eyelashes blinked, he didn’t speak, but let go of Chu Qianxun.

He must be embarrassed to say such words, but Chu Qianxun 

understood. He wanted her to stay with him for a while.

Ye Peitian left for four or five days and when he returned, he brought back a pair of black knives. He was accustomed to using one-handed weapons, and it was self-evident for whom he had brought back the double knives for.

Because Chu Qianxun was slightly injured in the battle, the man was so considerate and had been busy for four or five days just to give her a pair of handy weapons.

Chu Qianxun’s heart warmed.　

After so many years, she had been accustomed to walking alone in the wind and snow, and had almost forgotten the feeling of being cared for by others. The feeling turned out to be so beautiful that her already barren and cold heart pool was refilled with hot springs.

She suddenly felt that her contribution to Ye Peitian was actually very limited, but the man was doing many things for her enthusiacly.　　

She should pamper him a little more, Chu Qianxun thought.

She reached up, lifted off the bedding and laid on the edge of the bed against Ye Peitian.　

“Sleep, I will accompany you for a while.” 

The two hands were held together under the warm quilt.

Ye Peitian brought his head closer to the person who most assured him in the world, and quickly closed his eyes again. A soft hand stretched out in his sleep, encircling him into a warm embrace. He curled up, leaned against the warmth.

“Qianxun, Qianxun,” He whispered the person’s name in his dream.

Faintly, the person dropped a warm kiss on his forehead and reached out to pat his back slowly.

The tight muscles around him relaxed, and the defense line in his heart collapsed. Ye Peitian was soaked in the tenderness that he missed, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

…

At the Qilin base, members of the mercenary regiment huddled together and looked at Yu Tiancheng lying on the hospital bed. Some of them couldn’t believe the facts.

Yu Tiancheng’s face was pale and weak, but compared with the appearance of a big hole in his chest a few days back, he looked way better. He finally recovered. The hole in his chest healed miraculously, and was bandaged tightly.

“I still can’t believe it. Is it true that Ye Peitian just cured Tiancheng? I always thought he must have a conspiracy,” a young saint said.

“Me too, when I followed the regiment to his castle, I was ready to die, but nothing happened in the end. He took the weapon and drove us out. I was half-dead in tension,” the fire saint Ah Xiao sighed.

“Ke Ge, tell us, what does that yellow sand castle look like? Is it both gloomy and scary?”

“What are you talking about? You should really be there to see it. He is the Yellow sand emperor. So his castle is magnificent and big. He lives alone. He can sleep in a room today and then in another tomorrow. The floors in the castle are all made of gold, and the walls are studded with bright night pearls…”

Yu Tiancheng lying on the bed coughed softly.　　

“Everyone said that Ye Peitian was an indifferent murderous demon,” Yu Tiancheng’s voice was weak, but his spirit was good. He talked to his comrades about how he lived in the yellow sand castle, “After getting in contact with him, I discovered that these may be prejudices.”