I have ten trillion licking dog gold

My girlfriend ran away.

But Mr. Jiang was not in a hurry.

He has more than one female confidante.

Pooh.

What nonsense are you talking about?

It's probably because my girlfriend was wearing pajamas, where could she have gone?

A man should remain calm in the face of change and plan before he acts.

Moreover.

How deep is his relationship with Li Shurui? From campus to society, how many men and women who claimed to have an unbreakable bond have been defeated? Can't they even withstand this little test?
Jiang Chen was very confident.

Moreover.

Isn't sincerity supposed to be the ultimate weapon?
Was he not sincere enough?

Judging from his upright and honest conduct just now, without boasting, how many people in the world would dare to emulate him?

He lay alone in bed for more than ten minutes until he saw Aunt Mei appear. He calmly paused the movie, got out of bed, fastened the collar of his pajamas, and walked to the door.

"Boom-"

As the door opened, a shadowy figure slipped out, lost their balance, and nearly fell inside.

To know.

I was just watching a horror movie.

This situation is very frightening.

"elder brother!"

The familiar call stopped Jiang Chen's stress response, and he pulled back his foot that was about to kick out.

The Martial Saint chuckled awkwardly, scratching his head to hide his embarrassment.

"What are you doing?"

"I...can't sleep, so I'm taking a walk."

Nonsense.

He was clearly eavesdropping on his own conversations.

This kid.

Could it be that he has some kind of perverted fetish?

"Can't sleep, huh? Go for a run for an hour and then come back."

"No, brother, I was wrong."

The martial arts master immediately explained, "I heard someone slam the door just now, so I came out to check..."

He tried to peek inside, lowering his voice, "Did you have a fight with Sister Shurui? Weren't you fine last night?"

Jiang Chen said with a straight face, "It's none of your business, go to sleep."

"Brother, as men, we shouldn't stoop to a lady's level. Girls are simple; they respond better to gentle persuasion than force. A little coaxing and they'll... Ouch... Ouch... Ouch..."

Without saying a word, Jiang Chen grabbed his ear, dragged the kid to his room door, opened the door, and kicked him in the butt.

"Go to sleep, and don't come out again."

The martial arts master, who had nearly fallen flat on his face, grimaced and rubbed his ears vigorously, turning around indignantly, "You're abusing a minor!"

Jiang Chen slammed the door shut.

"leave!"

Confined indoors and unable to watch the excitement, the martial arts master gave the middle finger to the door.

After dealing with the conspicuous Martial Saint, Jiang Chen went downstairs and looked around, but didn't see anyone. He then went to the Sky Garden, but still found nothing. So he began to check each room.

Having a big house can sometimes be a hassle, for example, it makes playing hide-and-seek much more difficult. Unlike his old home in Jiangcheng, which is only a small area and easy to see, Fang Qing was caught without any effort while hiding on the bed.

No.

No.

None at all.

Doors were opened, and then closed.

After nearly half an hour, Jiang Chen searched through all the unused spaces. The only remaining spaces were those of the Martial Saint and Duanmu Liuli.

It's definitely impossible for him to be a martial saint.

Therefore, Li Shurui's only hiding place is the Taoist nun's room.

Jiang Chen's previous strategy was "deliberate and thorough."

This is a nice way of saying it.

To put it bluntly, they're just procrastinating.

However, his perspective changed after returning to attend Tie Jun's wedding.

Things destined to happen cannot be solved by running away.

During this time, he also took the opportunity to replenish his water and drink some water before arriving at the door of the Taoist nun's room, raising his hand and knocking on the door.

"Dong, dong, dong——"

inside the house.

The Taoist nun looked at Li Shurui, who was shaking her head and silently mouthing words to her, and quietly walked towards the door.

"Boom-"

The door opens.

Mr. Jiang's hand froze in mid-air.

Duanmu Liuli stood in the bedroom doorway, the gap just wide enough for one person to pass through, silently staring into someone's eyes.

Like Jiang Chen, she was also wearing a nightgown, a pure white moon-white that contrasted sharply with her long, jet-black hair, creating a striking visual effect that momentarily dazzled Mr. Jiang.

"Is Shurui inside?"

He quickly came to his senses.

The young Taoist nun pretended to be deaf and mute.

Jiang Chen knew her personality well; she wouldn't lie, and if she didn't answer, it meant she was there.

"Let me in."

He made a move to go inside, but the person remained unmoved.

Jiang Chen stopped, his smile helpless. "This is a private matter between her and me."

The young Taoist nun remained unresponsive.

"I don't have to go in. Just make her come out."

Jiang Chen had no choice but to compromise. This woman was even more terrifying than Chu Renmei. If she refused to give way, could he force his way through?
Whoever is capable should take the lead.

He simply doesn't have that ability.

"No."

After saying that, without giving the person a chance to continue speaking, the door slammed shut with a "bang," leaving only the person with a gust of wind rushing towards them.

Jiang Chen smiled in surprise, subconsciously raising his hand to continue knocking on the door, but it stopped in mid-air and couldn't be lowered. After a wry smile, he slowly lowered his hand.

inside the house.

Seeing Duanmu Liuli's generosity, Li Shurui quickly expressed her gratitude.

"Thank you, Liuli."

The young Taoist nun remained calm and composed, asking, "Is he going to hit you?"

One sentence was enough to leave people speechless with shock.

Li Shurui's face stiffened.

Hit her?
Empiricism is harmful.

The boomerang thrown from Japan has finally returned.

How did someone deal with the peerless enchantress who hadn't yet married into the royal family?

But they beat the opponent until they were hoarse and cried out in despair.

The young Taoist nun wasn't a martial arts master; she didn't need to lie in wait at the door, and could hear everything clearly even from outside the courtyard.

"No, it's not."

Li Shurui shook her head, bewildered and at a loss for words.

He probably won't hit you.

The young Taoist nun muttered to herself again, speaking in a mystical and rambling manner.

Li Shurui sensed something amiss and became curious, "Has he ever hit anyone else?"

Duanmu Liuli looked at her and suddenly fell silent.

The Taoist nun's stance remains neutral.

Impartial and unbiased.

While protecting Li Shurui, it also preserved someone's privacy by not publicizing the other party's atrocities.

Duanmu Liuli did not answer, and Li Shurui did not press the matter. After all, no matter how open-minded she was, she could not possibly associate "fighting" with any adult content.

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

Look.

Being a good person comes at a price.

I helped you once, and you immediately started clinging to me.

"why."

“Because I don’t want to see him tonight.” Duanmu Liuli looked at her for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before stating succinctly, “There are still many rooms.”

Li Shurui smiled wryly, "Those rooms can't stop him. Only here can't he get in."

Duanmu Liuli remained silent.

It seems I can't find a reason to refuse.

Taoism does not emphasize compassion, but it does not mind helping others.

Moreover.

This place originally belonged to someone else.

Having been in the world for so long, the young Taoist nun understands these basic human relationships; otherwise, she wouldn't have offered her help earlier.

"Thank you."

Li Shurui thanked them again, and then walked towards the large bed. When she lifted the quilt, a rich and refreshing fragrance wafted into her nose without any warning.

This is a scent that even the most expensive perfumes cannot replicate.

There is no fairness in this world.

Even Nuwa's creation of humans was filled with favoritism.

Li Shurui felt no jealousy; she was content with what she had. Many women envied her. After sitting on the bed, she patted the side of her.

Duanmu Liuli seemed a little shy and didn't act immediately.

"I'm a very quiet sleeper."

Li Shurui comforted her.

Duanmu Liuli then walked over, but her steps were slow, and she seemed a bit... hesitant.

Li Shurui chuckled.

"You haven't slept with anyone else?"

Before she could finish speaking, she regretted it.

What is this problem?
That's incredibly rude.

It is easy to cause ambiguity.

Just like what someone just said, what utter nonsense!

However, the young Taoist nun was, after all, a person outside the secular world. Perhaps her thoughts were no longer as simple as before she entered the world, but she was certainly still simple and would not misunderstand. She silently walked to the bedside, lifted the quilt and sat on the headboard. At such close range, she was like a breathtaking sculpture.

and.

Li Shurui discovered a very magical place.

Her eyelashes seemed like exquisite ornaments, never blinking.

Have you thought about your future?

I definitely can't sleep.

Li Shurui believed that the other party felt the same way.

We've lived under the same roof for so long, but we've never really had a proper heart-to-heart talk.

"I mean, what do you plan to do after leaving him? Go back to the mountains?"

“My master told me to follow him.”

Li Shurui knew exactly how someone had "obtained" such a "peerless bodyguard," and upon hearing this, she continued, "Your master asked you to follow him, but he won't let you follow him forever. Haven't you thought about your future? Can you still adapt to life on the mountain now?"

Those eyes remained unblinking, still serene and timeless.

"I listen to Master."

But your master can't stay with you forever.

No matter how high one's martial arts skills are, one is not a god after all, and ultimately cannot escape birth, aging, sickness and death, right?

Li Shurui opened her mouth, but instead of uttering the truthful yet rude words, she gave a bitter smile.

She couldn't understand the other person's world.

Simultaneously.

Neither of them could try to understand the other's world.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that such a reclusive master existed in modern society.

"So what kind of person do you think he is?"

Li Shurui sat on the edge of the bed, bent her legs, and rested her chin on her knees.

no respond.

It's like asking elementary school students questions from the college entrance exam—it's beyond their syllabus.

"If one day he does something that makes you unhappy, will you still stay with him?"

Li Shurui changed the way she asked the question, significantly reducing the difficulty level.

Are you unhappy?

Li Shurui was taken aback by the question, then turned her head and burst into laughter.

Where did they "stay"?

Could this be what they call profound wisdom appearing as foolishness?

After laughing involuntarily for a while, Li Shurui shook her head, "I'm not unhappy... it's just... sigh."

All the emotions ultimately culminated in a sigh filled with mixed feelings.

If she could have foreseen the future when they first met at the bar, she might have "kept her distance."

After all, love is always selfish; no one is willing to share it with another.

But the problem is.

No one has the supernatural power of foresight.

How could she have imagined that the "super simp" who was once condemned by everyone would later become a "heartthrob" with countless suitors?
Even if someone went back in time and told her that I was a time traveler and that the guy surnamed Jiang would be a womanizer, she would definitely scoff at it.

Not just her, probably no one would believe it.

"No wonder men like to lie; sometimes, we really hate the truth."

Li Shurui hugged her knees, talking to herself, and finally turned her head and smiled, correcting the inappropriate use of the word "we".

"Excuse me, I was referring to myself."

Duanmu Liuli remained silent.

Li Shurui lowered her leg.

"Go to sleep."

She pulled up the covers, lay down, and finally stopped talking to the cow—no, I mean, stopped disturbing its rest.

Duanmu Liuli also lay down.

Although they share a bed, the two are quite far apart, with enough room for another person to lie in the middle, even if it's an adult male.

However, it's clear that no one has that kind of luck.

Li Shurui quickly closed her eyes and stopped bothering her, while Duanmu Liuli stared quietly at the ceiling, seemingly trying to figure out what had happened between the two of them, or perhaps she was just not used to sharing a bed with someone for the first time.

Li Shurui seemed to be a carefree person; her breathing quickly became steady, and she fell asleep in no time.

Or.

Despite the big commotion she made, she didn't actually take it seriously at all.

Duanmu Liuli closed her eyes without realizing it, trying to fall asleep, but suddenly, her eyes reopened.

It turned out that Li Shurui had come closer.

Not only were her eyes closed, but you could also tell from her breathing that it was all an unconscious act.

It is human nature to gravitate towards beautiful things.

Who says a young Taoist nun is a natural fragrance-making machine?

Moreover.

It's still winter.

Everyone instinctively gravitates towards warmth.

Originally, there was an adult's body length between them, so they didn't infringe on each other's space, which was fine. But Li Shurui got closer and closer, and her arm was touching Duanmu Liuli's arm.

Duanmu Liuli quickly retracted her arm and moved it to the other side.

The results were as expected.

Li Shurui "followed" over.

"..."

Then a dramatic scene unfolded: the two women were "chasing" each other on a bed, the difference being that one was awake and the other was asleep.

Finally, the former was cornered at the bedside, with no room to back down.

If we retreat any further, we'll fall.

Looking at Li Shurui, who was still unconsciously sniffling, Duanmu Liuli remained motionless. If the blanket were lifted, one could see that her legs were stiffly stretched out, pressed together with all her might, and her hands were also pressed tightly against her body, taking up as little space as possible.

Who just said they sleep soundly?
When her waist began to be "touched," Duanmu Liuli tensed up, and for the first time, a look of unease and helplessness appeared on her almost divine face.

She didn't know exactly how much time had passed before she finally decided to do something. She slowly raised her arm, gently took the other person's hand, and carefully put it back.

But soon.

The hand reached out again.

How do you say that.

Let go of the urge to help others!

After a few rounds, Duanmu Liuli stopped moving, lying motionless with her eyes open, her gaze shifting from the ceiling to the door.

Why don't you come knocking anymore? (；＿)(End of Chapter)