"Uh, Wushuang, you, you're awake..." Wang Xiaoqiang was bathing Zhao Wushuang when suddenly she woke up, causing him an awkward moment before he quickly withdrew his hand.

Unexpectedly, just as he pulled away, she caught his hand out of nowhere.

The more Wang Xiaoqiang behaved like this, the more Zhao Wushuang found him adorable. She then spoke up, "Little Qiang, you've saved my life again, how should I repay you? ..."

"It was nothing but a trifle, Junior Sister Wushuang, don't dwell on it. Just focus on recovering," Wang Xiaoqiang said as he stood up, about to leave the room when Zhao Wushuang called out, "Little Qiang, stop right there..."

Wang Xiaoqiang stopped in his tracks and turned around, staring blankly at her.

Summoning strength from who knows where, Zhao Wushuang suddenly stood up, then turned around to stare at Wang Xiaoqiang, and then, biting her red lips with her pearly teeth,

Wang Xiaoqiang was dumbstruck. He was completely stunned.

He was at a loss, as if a Body Immobilization Technique had been cast on him.

...

The next day, upon waking up, Zhao Wushuang finally left the villa.

Tang Mengqi, who had been neglected all night, pulled Wang Xiaoqiang into a room with her small mouth pursed, and indignantly said, "Who would've thought you're such a womanizer. Having so many women..."

Wang Xiaoqiang spread his hands, "Can't help it, they all threw themselves at me... I try to play it cool, but I can't shake them off..."

"A house full of Fox Demons... I'm too ashamed to associate with them, Little Qiang... I don't want to stay here; I want to live somewhere else..."

"Put up with it for now... I'm going to the Immortal Realm next month... and you can go home," said Wang Xiaoqiang.

"Oh, Little Qiang, you're really going to the Immortal Realm? Then you must visit my family..." Tang Mengqi said, "You've not yet met your father-in-law and mother-in-law."

"Just afraid my brother-in-law won't let me off the hook..." Wang Xiaoqiang smirked and hooked his finger, teasingly scraping Tang Mengqi's pretty nose, "I've taken away his sister, who is as beautiful as a flower... he must hate me to death."

"Don't worry, you still have me..." Tang Mengqi's jade arms wrapped around Wang Xiaoqiang's neck, her red lips pecking his face.

"Haven't had breakfast yet, have you... Come on, let me take you out for breakfast..."

...

That night, Wang Xiaoqiang was invited out by Zhao Wushuang. She really didn't dare to go to Wang Xiaoqiang's villa again; with four or five women around, if she went over again... there wouldn't be enough room to sleep, so she could only ask Wang Xiaoqiang to meet her outside.

Zhao Wushuang invited Wang Xiaoqiang for drinks at the Drunken Immortal Tower.

After a hearty meal and drink, the two held hands and strolled inside Taiyi Sect. By this time it was already nightfall, and hardly anyone could be seen on the paths. Walking and walking, they wandered into a small grove, where silence enveloped them, devoid of any other souls.

"Come, let's sit here..." Wang Xiaoqiang, tugging Zhao Wushuang's hand, settled down with her in the grove. Under the soft moonlight, watching the moon from the mountains always elicited a unique sensation. The moonlight beautified the nocturnal landscape, and it was only among the mountains that one could feel such genuine, tranquil ...

In this picturesque moment, Zhao Wushuang unexpectedly began to chant. He recited an essay he had written in the past...

The tranquil valley, in winter, became so still it could not have been quieter. A slight breeze stirred, causing the trees on the mountainside to rustle. Squirrels, hurrying to their nocturnal labors, scurried across the rocks, dislodging little stones that clattered down. The streams that had not yet frozen issued "tinkle-tinkle" sounds as they flowed. All of this was so crisp and real. The sound of footsteps in such mountains, on such a night, resounded so clearly, echoing long into the hollow valley, unceasing...

A full moon hung high, turning the sky a dark, immaculate blue. The sparse but bright stars twinkled energetically. The moonlight illuminated the grandeur of the mountains, their imposing shapes rendered even more solemn and respected under this light, an awe-inspiring sight. In the rolling landscape, regions untouched by light grew darker, and those caressed by moonbeams, brighter. The interplay of light and shadow perfectly highlighted the serene, magical nocturnal scenery of the mountains. The erect pines and cypresses, seen from afar, resembled fanged monsters, yet upon closer inspection stood majestically, their great size and beauty unchallenged by the gentle breeze nodding their crowns. The meandering streams, shimmering under the moonlight, were so clear, and in places where the water broadened, even reflected the moon.

With the red blush of sunset faded away, looking west, the point where heaven meets earth was marked simply by a faint purple dimness, as if a jade belt was slung across the horizon. Gradually, the belt became a thread, and the thread blinked in and out of sight. By the time I blinked again, it had been completely swallowed by the ground. A thin layer of mist covered the Western Heaven, seeming to tremble slightly in the gusting wind.

The veil of night fell slowly, with the playful voices of children being gradually engulfed. Pairs of lovers appeared on distant paths, strolling relaxedly. In a moment, the sky darkened further. Looking through the window, I surveyed the Great Thousand Worlds in a hazy sight, still vaguely visible. The leaves of distant willow trees were gone, their branches clearly countable. The maze of paths within the woods was neatly intertwined, with strange cypresses and dried pines beside the road, amidst which bamboo and plum trees were irregularly planted, houses haphazardly placed, and village dogs intermittently barking. A wondrous ink painting unfolded before me, with the landscape etched into my heart. My thoughts mingled with the scenery, leading me to whimsical daydreams.

Suddenly, a dim light lit up. Gradually, two, three, five... in a blink, the scene became "a dense tapestry of lights." The darkened village gained embellishments from these lights, resembling lone boats adrift on an endless sea, geese flying across boundless skies, or a few Mongolian yurts scattered on the vast grasslands of Inner Mongolia. The night grew darker, a black as deep as ink. Distant objects were no longer discernible, just a dark mass. What comforted me was the sight of a few bright stars through the branches of the distant willows. Some of the stars seemed to converse with the village lamps, their reality and illusion difficult to distinguish.

As I was deep in reverie, faint strains of song reached my ears, probably from workers returning home. Like a surging river, the song poured out from deep within the forest, accompanied by the hurried friction of bicycle chains, piercing the peaceful night sky of the Northern Country------

Please observe those wisps of blue smoke, soaring into the sky, marking the happiness of cooking hearths; one peal after another of resonant horn-blowing, stirring and uplifting, signaling the symphony of success; the gentle breeze slowly rustling. Hardworking women wait patiently for a reunion with their beloved. As far as the eyes can see, one can barely make out a harmonious family of three, chatting merrily. Thinking of myself, a traveler beyond my homeland, alone and solitary, especially in this time and place, the feeling of homesickness cannot help but crease the brow. Alas, there's still such a long road to travel.

Tossing and turning restlessly, I rose and stepped outside, walking alone under the moonlight, my heart brimming with poetic intoxication. The nocturnal landscape of the countryside, less enchanting than the sunrise over the East Sea or less fantastical than mirages in the desert, held a unique charm of its own. How I wished to shout out loud to it, yet I did not want to shatter such distinct tranquility.

Wang Xiaoqiang found Zhao Wushuang even more beautiful. The aloofness on her face, that expression which kept others at a thousand-mile distance, had completely vanished, replaced by boundless tenderness and attachment.

Like a girl newly in love, Zhao Wushuang's face bore sweetness, and like a bride just through the door, her fair, jade-like face blushed faintly red.

Wang Xiaoqiang gazed at Zhao Wushuang, momentarily spellbound.

"Why stare at me like that...?" Zhao Wushuang asked shyly, lowering her head.

But that bashful lowering of her head was like the tremulous shyness of a water lily unable to cope with the chill breeze.

Wang Xiaoqiang remembered this line and couldn't help himself; he kissed her on the face, "Wushuang, you're truly beautiful..."

Hearing the praise from the man she loved, Zhao Wushuang laughed happily in her sweetness, then kissed Wang Xiaoqiang in return. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote for it with your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

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