Chapter 53: Shizun, Iâm ScaredâŚ
Feng Shi closed his eyes and swung his sword around the courtyard in a wild, half-assed frenzy, hoping that Shen Songhe would hurry up and leave if he had things to do.
Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, the man was still at the door. He hadn’t moved an inch and was staring straight at him.
Feng Shi sucked in a breath of cold air, unsure how to diffuse the awkwardness.
Between what happened yesterday and the events of this morning, even his thick skin was starting to wear thin.
Shen Songhe, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease. He conjured a reclining chair from who-knows-where and lay on his side in a leisurely fashion.
Propping his head up with one hand, he lifted his long, narrow eyes, raised an eyebrow slightly at Feng Shi, and said, “Continue.”
Feng Shi: “Mn…”
He didn’t want to.
Even if he had to admit that Shen Songhe looked devastatingly beautiful in that pose.
He really, really didn’t want to!
“Let me see how your cultivation has improved recently.” Seeing his hesitation, Shen Songhe actually explained patiently. He didn’t frown, his gaze fixed on Feng Shi with eyes like rippling water.
In Feng Shiâs mind, the faces of Shen Songhe and the little white furball kept alternating, finally settling on Shen Songheâs current face.
âClouds think of clothes, flowers think of looks.â Using such a poetic description on a man didn’t seem out of place in the slightest right now.
Feng Shi cursed himself for being so weak-willed. He reached up and pinched the tips of his ears, which were turning peach-pink, attempting to hide his reaction, though his cheeks were also flushed.
This feeling…
Feng Shi felt a shy twinge in his heart.
He asked himself: Could it be… is this what a heartbeat skipping feels like?
Qingqing shrewdly saw through his thoughts and put on a sweating emoji: ăHost, youâre not love-struck, youâre just sick. Go see a doctor, hurry!ă
Feng Shi dropped his hand: Oh, so itâs just the fever talking.
But… Feng Shi silently raised his hand again to touch his chest.
Temperature can deceive people, but this heartbeat really seemed much faster than usual…
Shen Songhe naturally saw his movements and assumed he was just nervous.
Feng Shi steadied his mind and began to seriously review the sword forms.
This set of sword techniques was taught to him by Xu Yan. It was a mid-tier offensive styleâunpredictable and visually stunning, very suitable for showing off.
Qingqing: ăHost is such a show-off~ă
Feng Shi: “Shut up, you.”
Watching him, Shen Songhe frowned slightly. He sat up straight and asked, “How do you know this sword technique?”
Feng Shi, who had been enthusiastically showing off, felt his heart turn cold instantly. He stopped moving.
He didn’t have the original host’s memories, so he naturally didn’t remember what the original had learned.
“Shizun, I…”
Shen Songhe stood up. His white brocade robes floated with the wind, making him look like a banished immortal.
In the moment Feng Shi was stunned, the man had already arrived behind him. But when he spoke, it wasn’t an interrogation.
“It is fine that you learned this, but it is too difficult. Without guidance, it is easy to make mistakes.”
Shen Songhe pressed close from behind. The distance was intimate as he gently grasped Feng Shi’s hand.
“For this move, your hand needs to be higher. It must also be steady.”
Warm breath sprayed against his ear.
Shen Songheâs hand was slightly coolâtruly ice-fleshed and jade-boned.
Feng Shiâs eyes widened slightly. Bang! His heart exploded into fireworks.
He asked Qingqing in his mind: “Shizun… no, Shen Songhe. Why is he so different today? I feel like something is weird…”
Qingqing pouted: ăI think you are the weird one. You arenât actually thinking of opening a romance dungeon instance, are you?ă
Feng Shi smiled and said faintly, “Can I?”
Qingqing: ă…ă
Can I tell you that you basically already have?
No! Thatâs classified!
So, Qingqing could only suppress the urge to roast him and told Feng Shi: ăQingqing needs to apply to the superiors for that, oh.ă
However, Feng Shi ignored it after that, because Shen Songhe was guiding him into another move.
Damn, this pose is even closer!
Feng Shi screamed internally, thinking he might have truly bent all the way this time.
Shen Songhe was significantly taller than Feng Shi, almost able to completely enclose him in his embrace. Looking down, he saw his little discipleâs rapidly fluttering eyelashes and flushed cheeks.
He pursed his lips, his fingers rubbing slightly against the wrist he was holding.
The temperature seemed a bit hot.
He touched the forehead.
Mn, not just a bit. It seemed he had a fever.
“Stop practicing for now. Take your medicine and go rest.” Shen Songhe released his hand and took a step back. With a flip of his wrist, a pill appeared.
Feng Shi stood there in a daze, still feeling the lingering warmth left by the palm on his forehead.
Seeing the boy staring blankly into space, Shen Songhe didn’t wait. He reached out, pinched Feng Shiâs jaw, and popped the medicine in.
The medicine was bitter. Feng Shiâs face scrunched up, and he subconsciously wanted to spit it out, but Shen Songhe covered his mouth in time.
“Swallow it.”
“Wu wu wu!”
Shen Songhe preferred action over words. He brought two fingers together and slid them down Feng Shiâs throat. The pill slid down instantly.
“Cough, cough, cough!”
Having swallowed the medicine, Feng Shi coughed instinctively.
Shen Songheâs hand was still hovering over his mouth, and with the cough, it got dirty.
Feeling the dampness on his palm, Shen Songhe recoiled as if burned.
“I-I’m sorry, Shizun! I’ll wipe it for you!”
Observing his expression, Feng Shi was terrified. His face turned even redder as he whipped out a handkerchief and furiously wiped the hand dry, afraid that this mysophobic guy would lash out in anger the next second.
The well-defined fingers curled slightly; the palm was red.
Shen Songhe kept a wooden expression. He retracted the hand Feng Shi was carefully holding and slowly hid it inside his sleeve. After a long while, he squeezed out a cold sentence: “Do not let it happen again.”
The other party was surprisingly easy to talk to today.
Feng Shi thought to himself: Even after a mess like that, heâs not angry?
If he didn’t have Qingqing providing a God’s-eye view, he would have suspected the man had been replaced by an impostor.
After taking the medicine, Feng Shi was ordered by Shen Songhe to stay in his room and recuperate.
Feng Shi had been the type to avoid medicine since childhood, preferring to tough it out if possible. But after taking this pill, he did feel much better. He didn’t stay in bed; instead, he took out the talisman manual from his system account and began to study it seriously.
As the saying goes, another skill is another rice bowl. But actually, Feng Shiâs primary focus was that if he learned it well, he could save money.
After living in the small courtyard with Shen Songhe for two days, Feng Shi had nearly worn out the pages of the manual. Finally, someone came to notify him that the Mother-Child Gu was ready and told him to pack up and head over.
Feng Shi beamed with joy. He hopped off the bed, got himself ready, and knocked on Shen Songheâs door to let him know before leaving.
“Shizun, the Mother-Child Gu is ready. I’ll be heading over first.”
He waited a moment. No answer.
Feng Shi scuffed his foot on the ground, turned around in disappointment, and thought with his head hanging low:
Sure enough, Shizun was probably just in a good mood that day.
However, before he had walked very far, the wooden door behind him creaked open.
Feng Shi looked back. Shen Songhe stood there in his eternal white robes, leaning against the doorframe, watching him with gentle eyes.
Seeing him turn back, Shen Songheâs red lips parted lightly: “Let us go together.”
…
It wasn’t until he was lying on the ice bed in the Hehuan Sect’s underground secret chamber, with Zhao Xianyun holding down his shoulder to feed him the insect powder, that Feng Shi finally processed it: Shen Songhe had really come voluntarily to guard him.
Receiving Feng Shiâs burning gaze, Shen Songhe pursed his lips. Expressionless, he raised his hand and covered Feng Shiâs eyes.
Feng Shiâs vision went black. He blinked, his eyelashes brushing against Shen Songheâs palm. “……”
A moment later.
Feng Shiâs voice drifted through the stone chamber.
“I’m a little scared.”
He was telling the truth. His hand scratched uneasily at the ice bed, and his back was aching from the cold.
Zhao Xianyun was activating the formation nearby. Hearing this, he comforted, “Don’t be scared. What is there to be afraid of? You chose this path yourself; you have to lie there and take it even if you cry.”
After saying that, he added, “Hmph.”
Feng Shi wanted to cry but had no tears. He could only turn his head to play the victim with Shen Songhe, trying to find a shred of comfort.
His voice trembled, feigning pitifulness: “Shizun, I’m scared…”
Hearing this, Shen Songhe didn’t move a muscle. His voice was flat as he said, “Mn, I know.”
“……”
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đď¸đđď¸,i laughed- pfft poor boi