Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

The next day, the two slept in until they naturally woke up, something they hadn't done in a long time.

The heating effect of the air conditioner in the budget hotel was really mediocre; it blew all night, and the indoor temperature was still not warm.

But the young couple huddled together under the same blanket, their hands and feet intertwined, their body temperatures mingling, and they were quite warm.

Yan Sen had one hand resting naturally on Xia He's waist, and the other hand supporting the back of her neck, as he slept soundly.

Xia He opened her eyes first. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked at the face so close to hers, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

She carefully pulled her arm out, trying to lift the covers and get out of bed.

Although Yan Sen didn't open his eyes, his arms instinctively tightened, pulling her back into his embrace, muttering a garbled, incoherent murmur in his sleep.

"Get up, we're going to Longhu Mountain today."

Xia He pinched his nose in annoyance.

Yan Sen grunted twice, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Xia He shook her head and stepped barefoot onto the carpet. After taking only two steps, her toes touched something soft and squishy. She looked down and saw it was the rabbit ears she had carelessly tossed on the floor the night before.

Take two more steps forward, and the black and white maid outfit is draped forlornly on the chair leg, torn and somewhat deformed.

These are all "magical tools" that she bought after being coaxed and pleaded with Yan Sen to buy them when they went shopping together a while ago.

As it turns out, this guy's desire to explore certain areas is even stronger than when he's practicing his skills.

Xia He's face inexplicably flushed.

Feeling guilty, she kicked the things under the bed, quickly went into the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and turned on the shower.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Yan Sen on the bed opened one eye, a wicked smile appearing on his face.

He stretched, leaned against the headboard, pulled his phone out from under his pillow, found his great-grandfather's number, and pressed the dial button.

"Beep—beep—"

The phone rang only twice before being hung up.

A busy signal came through the receiver.

Yan Sen rolled his eyes and tossed his phone aside.

After the iPhone 4 was released a while ago, he bought six of them and sent them to his parents in Jiande, his daughter in Guangzhou, and his parents in Longhushan.

From then on, the style of this Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion became strange.

Zhang Lingyu had complained to him on QQ a few days ago, saying that his master's meditation skills seemed to have improved recently.

Lately, he's been going to his quiet room a lot, and late at night, you can hear "whoosh-splat" sounds coming from there, sometimes mixed with a few eerie pig squeals.

Zhang Lingyu didn't know what that sound was, but Yan Sen did.

The sound effects from the game "Angry Birds".

The old man isn't answering his calls; he's probably stuck on some hurdle in a fit of rage right now.

Yan Sen inwardly cursed his own grandmaster, then dialed a different number.

This time, the phone was answered after only one ring.

"Feed? Komori?"

On the other end of the phone, Tian Jinzhong's strong voice came through the receiver, and the sound of birds chirping could be heard in the background, indicating that he was sunbathing in the yard.

"Grandpa, it's me."

Yan Sen straightened his languid posture and his tone became respectful, "How have you been feeling lately? Have you been sleeping well?"

"I'm doing great! Your great-grandfather now only sleeps every five days, and each time he sleeps soundly until dawn, and he has a great appetite."

Tian Jinzhong laughed heartily. "What's up? Need to see your grandfather? Or have you had enough of running around down the mountain?"

"I've had my fill of being wild, and I was just about to head back to see you." Yan Sen glanced in the direction of the bathroom and lowered his voice, "Grandpa, I'm not going back alone this time. Your great-granddaughter-in-law is coming back with me."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

A full five seconds passed.

"Oh? Oh... okay!"

Tian Jinzhong sounded somewhat surprised, but then his happy mood took over.

"You've really made something of yourself, kid! When are you arriving? I'll have my servant come down the mountain to meet you!"

"No need to pick me up, Grandpa. I've been living in the mountains since I was six. How could I not find my way home?"

The grandfather and grandson chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone. Just then, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Xia He, wrapped in a white bath towel, peeked out with half her head while drying her wet pink hair with a towel. Her eyes were darting around, revealing nervousness.

"How is it? My situation... what did the old man say?"

Yan Sen put down his phone, jumped off the bed, walked over to her, and reached out to rub her head.

"What else can I say? The old man is overjoyed and is even arranging for someone to pick us up." Yan Sen reassured her with a smile, "Don't worry, Grandpa Tian is the easiest person to talk to."

Hearing this, Xia He's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and she let out a long breath.

Seeing her anxious and uncertain appearance, Yan Sen hatched a plan, and his evil personality came to the fore.

He reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Xiangxiang".

"Hmm?" Xia He looked up at him.

"Come spend the Chinese New Year with me in Tianjin this year."

Xia He was stunned.

That's fine, but there are still several months until the Lunar New Year. Why bring this up so early?

"Okay." She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The hesitation wasn't due to anything else, but because she felt that Yan Sen seemed to be hiding something from her... What was this feeling of déjà vu that she was about to embarrass herself again?

After Yan Sen finished speaking, he went to wash up, leaving Xia He alone there, drying her hair and brainstorming. In the end, she came to a conclusion: whatever happens, happens. She chose the man herself, so how could she break up with him?

After Yan Sen finished washing up and the two changed their clothes, they began packing their luggage.

After returning from this trip, we can move into the new house, so we need to pack up our hotel belongings and bring them back with us.

Yan Sen stuffed a few changes of clothes into his backpack and was about to zip it up when Xia He suddenly rushed over and grabbed his hand.

"Wait a moment."

Xia He blushed, bent down, hooked the "magic tools" out from under the bed, crumpled them into a ball, stuffed them haphazardly into the bottom of her backpack, and quickly zipped it up.

"Take all these things with you!" Xia He glared at Yan Sen. "If we leave them in the room and the housekeeper takes them out, people will definitely gossip!"

Yan Sen suppressed a laugh: "Alright, alright, take it. I'll wash it later, and I can use it again next time."

"Shut up!"

After packing, the two carried their luggage downstairs to check out.

Yan Sen called Dou Le and expressed his desire to borrow the car.

Without saying a word, Dou Le immediately sent someone to drive a seven-seater Buick GL8 to the hotel entrance.

After handing the keys to the two men, the young man took a folding bicycle from the trunk and prepared to ride it back. However, Yan Sen stopped him, hailed a taxi for him, and paid the fare.

After seeing off the grateful young man, the two threw their luggage into the trunk, and Xia He opened the driver's side door and got in.

Yan Sen then naturally walked around to the other side, opened the passenger door, comfortably settled into the seat, and fastened his seatbelt.

Xia He gripped the steering wheel and glanced at him sideways.

"You're a grown man, and you want me to be your driver? Aren't you ashamed?"

"I haven't even taken a driving test yet, what are you blushing for? Even if I let you drive, you'd better be willing to sit in it."

Yan Sen adjusted the seat back with a self-righteous air, finding the most comfortable angle. "Besides, with a driver as beautiful as you, others would be begging for it, so there's no way I'd blush."

Xia He rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to his nonsense.

I shifted gears, accelerated, and the car moved forward smoothly, soon leaving the city and onto the highway leading to Yingtan.

The late autumn sun shone through the windshield into the car, making it feel warm and cozy.

The trees on both sides of the highway rushed past, and vast farmlands and rolling hills appeared alternately in the field of vision.

Xia He held the steering wheel with one hand, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

The car was quiet, with only the tire noise of the tires rolling over the road and the deep roar of the engine.

She glanced at the passenger seat out of the corner of her eye.

Yan Sen had already closed his eyes and was breathing evenly; he had obviously fallen asleep again.

This person always seems to be carefree and lazy, believing that no matter what happens, even if the sky falls, there will always be tall people to hold it up.

Little did he know that in other people's eyes, he had already become that tall guy.

Xia He withdrew her gaze and looked at the straight road ahead, her thoughts drifting.

Six months ago, she was still wandering around trying to escape those greedy eyes and endless troubles.

At that time, her world was bleak, and she spent every day on guard and on guard.

She even felt that this was all she was destined for in life, like a rat that couldn't be seen in the light, hiding and concealing herself until one day she would be completely consumed by desire.

If I hadn't met him.

If they hadn't met at the Zhao family's house...

Where am I now? What am I doing?

I'm afraid that when the time comes, the only place for that self-destructive version of myself will be the Quanxing Sect.

Xia He stopped thinking about it.

There are many things she doesn't know the answers to, and the things she encounters in life don't necessarily require her to seek a "solution".

All she knew was that she was now sitting in a car, heading to a place called Longhu Mountain, to meet this man's elders.

And in the passenger seat next to her, her lifelong companion was sleeping.

This sense of grounded security is what she has longed for for the past twenty years.

What more could you want?

The car drove through a long tunnel.

The dim, yellowish light flickered inside the carriage.

"Stinky."

Xia He suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, like a breeze that instantly melted into the air of the carriage.

"Um?"

Yan Sen didn't open his eyes, but only let out a lazy response from his nose.

Xia He gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring straight ahead, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up in a smile.

I like you.

These three simple words contain pure, undisguised honesty.

In the passenger seat, Yan Sen's tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly.

He didn't answer immediately, but slowly turned over, facing Xia He.

"hey-hey."

Yan Sen let out a low chuckle, his voice carrying a hint of smug satisfaction, as if he had gotten the better deal but was still acting innocent.

"I know."