Chapter 67

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“That's the situation.”

“I don't believe you'd be interested in hearing about my history with her. In a nutshell, it's much like what you're envisioning. She fell in love with me, and for various reasons, I developed feelings for her as well. It wasn't as severe as imprisoning her. We could say we were in love, but her possessiveness was indeed intense. Consequently... many events unfolded in between. I ended up at Frost River Manor, which led to our reunion.”

Guo Fan explained to Su Feng, feeling a notable sense of relief.

He occupied Su Feng's bed in her room, facing her, his upper body bare. Don't misunderstand; this wasn't for any inappropriate reason. Su Feng had inadvertently torn his clothes with her bite, so he needed to change.

Yijun mirrored his position and sat cross-legged beside him, a splendid gold and silver sword resting on her lap. Her expression remained serene.

Initially, Yijun imitated his awkward sitting posture, appearing adorably comical. When Guo Fan inquired, she disclosed that she hadn't meditated before.

Curiosity got the better of Guo Fan. “You've never meditated?”

Yijun shook her head.

Guo Fan was taken aback. “Then how are you planning to cultivate?”

Yijun gazed at him, offering a peculiar expression, before calmly stating, “Innate.”

Guo Fan “......”

It was a choice between a mortal body or substantial benefits. He even had a self-contained cultivation base. No wonder this little guy was so tiny, yet possessed the cultivation base of a God Forming Stage...

Guo Fan couldn't help but feel that if this little fellow was actually human, he would be akin to a peculiar sort of durian.

“Sigh, comparing humans with each other can be so vexing. Sometimes, the disparity between humans and pigs might even be less than the disparity among humans themselves.”

Guo Fan surveyed their surroundings. The way these three people were positioned around each other to form a makeshift table was truly an understated setup.

It was subtly intriguing.

Su Feng was perched halfway on the bed, leaning against him, and softly touching his shoulder. The bite marks on his shoulder had vanished and healed, but the memory of the distressing scene when she had removed her clothes weighed heavily on her heart, almost bringing tears to her eyes.

She playfully blew and planted another kiss on him. She kept him immobilized, not allowing any movement. In her eyes, Guo Fan was akin to a poor, helpless three-year-old who had stumbled.

“So, women are genuinely puzzling creatures,” Guo Fan silently grumbled, “Aren't these marks from your own bite? But now it's as if some ferocious beast has torn me apart.”

Su Feng prodded his shoulder and said indignantly, “Sometimes, I really feel like pinning you down to prevent you from going out and causing trouble.”

Guo Fan's eyes shifted, and he nodded with a tinge of guilt.

Su Feng smoothed out the wrinkles on his attire and explained, “I personally crafted this ensemble. The fabric is woven from black spider silk, making it resistant to both fire and water. Layered with gold chainmail, it's difficult to damage. There's a minuscule magic array within the sleeve... I've put a lot of effort into it, always intending to find you. I'll personally help you put it on.”

She extended the cuff, her graceful fingers lightly tracing its surface as she smiled. “I embroidered my name onto it.”

As anticipated, Guo Fan noticed Su Feng's two characters on the fabric.

Interrupting him, Su Feng inhaled deeply and spoke with determination, “I don't need to be moved. I just want your affection.”

Guo Fan was stunned.

It should not be what he thought, right?

His gaze shifted to Yijun, who had been observing from the sidelines. There was a child present.

Su Feng had stepped forward, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder to usher him back. Guo Fan, halfway reclined on the bed, felt that the situation couldn't be saved. He extended his hand to halt her. “Wait, Yijun, could you step out for a moment?”

Yijun acknowledged.

Su Feng had already begun to disrobe Guo Fan, who had just changed into fresh clothes. As she glanced to the side, she noticed Yijun remaining motionless. Taken aback, she exclaimed in shock, “No, why aren't you leaving!”

Yijun nodded, saying, “Learn a bit more. It'll be beneficial.”

She paused and added in a soft voice, “Mother said so.”

Why on earth did she nod! Learn... learn what? And what exactly is there to gain from this!

Can you even absorb experience and invent an entirely new technique?

Su Feng adopted a smile she had never seen before and looked down at Guo Fan from above. She adopted a somewhat flirtatious appearance, but her eyes held a touch of coldness. “Let her watch from the side, let Li Xieren's daughter witness us.”

Something felt off. As though Su Feng had triggered some kind of peculiar attribute.

“While I might not have you all to myself, all your firsts belong to me!”

Guo Fan finally managed to sit up amidst his bewilderment. He made a token effort to resist for a moment before exclaiming, “Hold on, close the door!”

The “door” and the “sound of the door being pushed” had left him traumatized.

Every time he pushed the door, he hit the nail on the head. A few more times, and he might end up impotent.

So Yijun closed the door, and beside her, dawn was truly breaking.