Chapter Thirty-Two: Xie Jinchuan, Are You Perhaps Thinking...

Hearing the woman’s faintly threatening tone, Cilantro gulped anxiously.
[Uh, in this situation—this situation, we’re not sure either!]
The system’s voice, unusually guilty, echoed in Shen Qingli’s ears. Her gaze fell on Xie Jinchuan, red spiritual energy continuously flowing into his body.
Suddenly, Shen Qingli recalled the dream she’d had a few nights ago, and her body involuntarily shivered.
“This matter… perhaps isn’t entirely impossible…”
She muttered to herself, pondering the timing of Xie Jinchuan’s appearance, and the burst of spiritual energy she’d unleashed in Yaoshan’s body.
And now, this method of absorption… it all seemed to point her thoughts in a new direction!
“Cai Cai, do you think… could Xie Jinchuan be some powerful figure who descended to undergo tribulation? Like that Divine Lord who caused my soul to scatter?”
At her words, Cilantro stammered nervously.
[I don’t think so.]
But Shen Qingli stroked her chin, beginning her analysis.
“See, not long after I arrived here, Xie Jinchuan naturally ended up with me.”
“Then, when I was on the brink of death, he spared no effort to save me.”
“Hmm… It feels like he’s burdened with guilt towards me!”
Listening to her host’s relentless deduction, Cilantro could only marvel at the woman’s intuition.
[Well, host, I… I’ve used too much energy today and need to go into sleep mode.]
Shen Qingli waved her off impatiently. “Alright, alright, go rest. I’ll think on my own.”
[Host, it’s getting late. I really think you should stop pondering and get a good rest!]
Any more pondering and she’d expose everything!
“Mm, got it.”
Glancing at Xie Jinchuan, who was still absorbing spiritual energy, Shen Qingli deftly rolled to the inside of the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.
She had no idea that, at the very moment the spiritual energy entered his body, Xie Jinchuan became aware of the outside world.
Naturally, he also heard everything Shen Qingli had said.
But with his depleted spiritual power, he simply couldn’t open his eyes.
As the red spiritual energy around him gradually faded, Xie Jinchuan found himself regaining control of his body.
Moonlight streamed in through the window. Xie Jinchuan shifted slightly, his dark hair spilling over his shoulders.
Had Shen Qingli opened her eyes just then, she would have cried out in shock—for the man before her was none other than the Divine Lord who had once struck her down with a single sword!

Xie Jinchuan looked at the loose strands of hair, frowned, and with a slight movement of his fingers, restored his appearance.
His body was suffused with the spiritual energy of the spirit fox. Frowning, he gathered Shen Qingli into his arms and drifted off to sleep, the energy within him fully digested.
Little did they know, before his death, An Yan had left them a shocking surprise!
The next morning, Shen Qingli awoke feeling something was off.
She glanced at the man beside her—his refined, handsome face so close that she paused, stunned.
Her eyes dropped to the hand encircling her waist, and she shifted slightly.
Her movement, however, caught Xie Jinchuan’s attention. For some reason, he felt a sudden heat surging within.
“Shen Qingli.”
His deep, magnetic voice sounded right by her ear, their proximity making Shen Qingli’s cheeks flush.
“There’s only one bed in the room, so I had no choice but to sleep with you. I’ll get up now.”
Thinking he minded sharing the bed, Shen Qingli spoke as she tried to rise, but before she could, she was pinned down.
The heat rising from deep within made it impossible for Xie Jinchuan to tear his gaze from her soft, red lips.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Shen Qingli sensed something odd about the man before her and blinked in confusion.
Xie Jinchuan lowered his gaze, his eyes burning.
“Qingli…”
His voice was gentle and full of longing, making Shen Qingli freeze, the air between them growing ever hotter.
Seeing the look in his eyes, Shen Qingli seemed to realize something. Her heart skipped a beat.
“Xie Jinchuan, do you want to…”
Before she could finish, he leaned down and claimed her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, leaving her flustered.
His kiss was so fervent that she could hardly withstand it, her body trembling uncontrollably.
“Be good, don’t resist me.”
His voice softened in her ear, and Shen Qingli found herself relaxing, yielding to his touch.
“Qingli.”
His magnetic voice sounded again, her breath quickening. She answered softly, her arms instinctively winding around his neck.
“Be… be gentle. I’m afraid it’ll hurt.”
Her delicate plea made the fire in Lu Jinchuan’s eyes burn even hotter. With a faint smile, he leaned down once more.

The woman’s breathless moans only heightened the heat in the room.
“Don’t…”
Shen Qingli’s cheeks were flushed as she spoke, feeling his teeth graze her earlobe, causing her to murmur, and in the next instant she felt the cool air on her skin.
“When did my clothes… mm!”
Her words were swallowed by his searing kiss, their entwined silhouettes lost in each other as the temperature in the room soared.
Not until Shen Qingli, exhausted, drifted off to sleep did Lu Jinchuan finally let her go.
Watching her, body slick with sweat and cheeks rosy, Lu Jinchuan’s eyes glimmered with satisfaction.
He carefully gathered her up and carried her toward the bath.
Warm water washed over her body. Shen Qingli let out a contented sigh and woke a little, suddenly sensing something amiss.
“Wait…”
Seeing the smile in his eyes, Shen Qingli’s face turned crimson, leaving her at a loss.
“What’s wrong with you? I suppose your body is fully recovered.”
She didn’t know whether to cover her face or her body.
“You let me absorb a fox’s inner core, didn’t you? Foxes are naturally seductive creatures, so until that energy dissipates, I’m afraid you’ll have to endure, my lady.”
Had he not said that, Shen Qingli might not have minded; but hearing it, she glared at Lu Jinchuan, who was acting so coy after taking his pleasure.
“You want to go again? Don’t even think about it!”
Recalling the passion just now, Shen Qingli sighed, looking thoroughly spent.
“Don’t worry, my lady. I’ll restrain myself as best I can.”
Lu Jinchuan smiled gently, but the moment he saw the wounds on her body, his expression grew grave.
“Why are there so many injuries on you?”
At his words, Shen Qingli finally remembered her wounds, and suddenly felt a sharp pain.
“Oh, I just remembered—I’m hurt. It stings.”
She blinked, pouting, her tone full of coquettish complaint, and something flickered in Lu Jinchuan’s eyes.
“You’ve bathed enough. Let me tend to your wounds.”
With that, he lifted her from the bath and wrapped her securely in a towel, as if afraid she might catch cold.