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When Shen Yifei heard Liu Mengli's exclamation, his mind went blank.

"What do you mean by 'affecting the real Luo Qinghe'?"

"It's...it's..." Liu Mengli's voice was filled with unprecedented panic, "The Luo Qinghe I created in your dream resonates with the real Luo Qinghe's soul. You're tormenting her here, and she's really doing the same thing over there..."

She didn't finish speaking, but Shen Yifei understood.

What he was doing in his dream was happening simultaneously to Luo Qinghe next door.

What the hell is going on here?

Shen Yifei snapped out of his dream, opened his eyes, and found himself still lying in bed, covered in sweat. Liu Mengli sat on the edge of the bed, her face deathly pale, her green eyes filled with terror.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" He sat up abruptly.

"I...I didn't know it would turn out like this." Liu Mengli bit her lip. "The dream-making techniques of the Nightmare Clan never affect people in reality. But this Luo Qinghe is different. Her Ice Heart Technique resonated with my dream-making techniques in some way...I can't explain it, but we're connected."

"It's connected?" Shen Yifei pulled up his pants and walked out. "Why didn't you tell me it was connected sooner?"

"I just found out too." Liu Mengli followed behind him, her voice growing softer. "You were so engrossed in your dream that I was watching from outside when I suddenly heard a noise next door. I ran over and saw Luo Qinghe lying on the bed, trembling all over, and calling out..."

"What's your name?"

Liu Mengli glanced at him without saying a word, but the expression on her face said it all.

Shen Yifei's heart skipped a beat. He quickly walked to the door next door, raised his hand to knock, but stopped halfway through.

Why did he knock on the door? What did he say? Was he supposed to tell Luo Qinghe, "I'm sorry, I was messing around with you in my dreams, I didn't expect it to affect you"? If he said that, Luo Qinghe would kill him with one blow.

Just as I was hesitating, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Luo Qinghe stood at the door, dressed in a white nightgown, her hair loose, her face flushed, and her eyes watery, completely different from the cold and aloof saintess she was during the day.

She stared at Shen Yifei, her lips trembling slightly.

"What...what did you do to me?"

Shen Yifei opened his mouth, unsure of what to say. Should he say, "I messed with you in my dream"? That would be suicide. Should he say, "I don't know what happened"? That would be too fake.

"Saintess Luo, let me explain..."

"Explain what?" Luo Qinghe grabbed his collar, dragged him into the house, closed the door, and pinned him against the wall.

She was incredibly strong; even Shen Yifei, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, couldn't break free.

"I was lying in bed just now when I suddenly felt hot all over, and my mind was filled with all sorts of chaotic images." Luo Qinghe gritted his teeth, his eyes red. "In those images, you... you were doing that kind of thing to me."

Shen Yifei swallowed.

"Saintess Luo, that might be... a qi deviation? You just broke through to the ninth level, your realm is unstable, it's normal to experience hallucinations..."

"Normal my ass!" Luo Qinghe had never sworn before; this was the first time. "Those images are crystal clear. How long did you torment me in my dream? Two hours! I lay here for two hours, my whole body feeling like it was on fire. Do you know what that feels like?"

Shen Yifei knew, of course. Because he had also been tossing and turning in his dream for two hours.

"Saintess Luo, I really don't know what happened. Maybe...maybe there was something wrong with the wine we drank at the wedding banquet?"

Luo Qinghe stared at him for a while, then suddenly let go, took two steps back, leaned against the door, and gasped for breath.

"You smell strongly of medicine again."

Shen Yifei lowered his head and sniffed himself, but couldn't smell anything.

"I can't smell it."

"I can smell it." Luo Qinghe bit her lip. "The smell on you is at least three times stronger than during the day. Did you eat something?"

Shen Yifei thought for a moment. He hadn't eaten much; he'd just spent the whole night in his dream with Liu Mengli. Could it be that being in a dream could make the medicinal fragrance stronger?

"Saintess Luo, please calm down. I'll go get you a cup of tea."

"No need." Luo Qinghe reached out to stop him. "Stay away from me. The smell on you right now... I can't control myself when I smell it."

Shen Yifei quickly took two steps back and leaned against the opposite wall.

The two stood there on opposite sides of the room, neither of them saying a word.

The red candle was still burning, its flickering light casting intermittent shadows on Luo Qinghe's face. Her breathing gradually calmed, and the flush on her face slowly faded.

"Shen Yifei".

"exist."

"Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight."

"I won't tell, I absolutely won't tell."

Luo Qinghe stared at him for a while before turning around and sitting down on the bed.

"Go back now."

Shen Yifei felt as if he had been granted a pardon, turned around, opened the door, and left. Once outside, he let out a long breath; his back was covered in cold sweat.

Back in his room, Liu Mengli was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees, her green eyes staring at him like a kitten that had done something wrong.

"She didn't hit you, did she?"

"They didn't hit me, but they almost ate me."

"have eaten?"

"She said the medicinal scent on me was three times stronger, and she couldn't control herself after smelling it."

Liu Mengli lowered her head, biting her lip: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have had that dream."

Shen Yifei sat down next to her and reached out to pat her head: "Alright, don't blame yourself. You meant well, who knew something like this would happen."

"You're not angry with me?"

"What's the use of blaming you?" Shen Yifei sighed. "The problem now is that your dream-weaving technique resonates with Luo Qinghe's Ice Heart Technique. If this isn't resolved, every time I torment her in my dreams, she'll react. How am I supposed to explain that? Tell her every day that I've gone mad?"

Liu Mengli raised her head, her green eyes darting around: "Actually... it's not a bad thing."

"What do you mean?"

"Luo Qinghe married you so that the medicinal scent on your body could stabilize your cultivation level. But she wouldn't let you touch her, and you were suffering from arousal, and so was she. Now it's all good, you can torment her in your dreams, and she'll react in reality, so both of you are satisfied. Isn't this better than just staring blankly?"

Shen Yifei glared at her: "That's nonsense."

"Even a twisted logic has its merits." Liu Mengli moved closer to him. "Besides, think about it, Luo Qinghe is incredibly stubborn. She might say she won't let you touch her, but she might actually want to. Today, you tormented her in her dream for two hours, and did she look angry at you?"

Shen Yifei recalled Luo Qinghe's behavior just now. Indeed, although she had grabbed his collar and scolded him, there was no hatred in her eyes, but rather panic.

"Alright, stop analyzing. Let's go to sleep."

"Still sleeping? Aren't you afraid I'll create another dream for you?"

"Go ahead and do it. At worst, I'll get another scolding." Shen Yifei lay down. "I won't die anyway."

Liu Mengli lay down beside him, turned to her side, and placed one hand on his chest. Her fingertips tapped lightly, one tap at a time, like playing a piano.

Shen Yifei felt an irresistible itch in his heart after she touched him, so he turned over and pulled Liu Mengli into his arms.

That night, the two of them didn't make a sound, after all, there was a bride next door.

Shen Yifei discovered that Liu Mengli was truly a natural beauty, capable of fulfilling all desires!