Tomb Sweeping

Despite this, Yao Bilian's expression remained serious, rarely smiling. At most, she would slightly purse her lips, her face bearing a charming, ambiguous smile, as if she were calling out, "Come on, have fun! We have plenty of time."

Si Ming quickly realized that Yao Bilian was performing the Xiang Family Bewitching Dance, which was banned from being broadcast on public media. He could feel a surge of heat rising from her lower abdomen, quickly turning her flat chest into a mountain. However, his gaze was fixed on her dance moves and he couldn't look away.

When Si Ming came to his senses, he found himself pushed down on the bed, and Yao Bilian was sitting on him, pulling down his pants.

"Is there such a rush? I can do it myself."

Time is money, but money can't buy time.

"At this point, 'a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold' would be a more appropriate expression."

Yao Bilian glanced at Si Ming with eyes that could almost drip water, then flicked her finger, causing her short skirt to slip down, and said, "I'm talking about this time."

Master: As I mentioned at the end of the previous volume, this volume is a slice-of-life volume, so don't take it too seriously.

Chapter 744 Tomb Sweeping

"Although I did it because of the atmosphere, something still felt off."

Si Ming, naked, rested his chin on his hand, wondering if he had been driven by lust last night.

Yao Bilian stood by the window, wearing a semi-transparent purplish-red gauze dress, holding a pipe in her hand. After taking a puff, she exhaled a wisp of smoke out of the window.

"Don't overthink it. Just think of it as a chance encounter on the street, a mutual attraction that sparked a connection, and then it just happened. It's that simple."

"Treat it as a one-night stand?" Si Ming chuckled. "Is this how you intend to comfort me?"

"You're overthinking it. I'm not some naive girl like Murong Qing or Hongdou who yearns for love. I don't belong to you, and you don't belong to me. I don't have to be responsible for you, and you don't have to be responsible for me. We just have physical needs, and we're not averse to each other, so we just have some interaction. There are plenty of sexual encounters in the world without feelings, and besides, I believe there's some emotional foundation between us."

"But that wasn't romantic love."

Si Ming felt he didn't have any romantic feelings for Yao Bilian, though he was somewhat sexually aroused, after all, he was a "breast slave".

If we really want to delve into it, it's probably more about family ties. The other person is like an older sister with a terrible temper, but who can be relied on in crucial moments.

But if I do that, wouldn't I become a scumbag who's lustful towards my older sister...? It doesn't seem like a problem, after all, there are so many scumbags who're lustful towards their younger sisters. I have no blood relation to her, nor any household registration issues, so my scumbag value is obviously much lower.

"It's not like you have to be in a romantic relationship to be together. Look at those men and women who are arranged to meet by the government; many of them don't develop a romantic relationship. They just feel that the other person is reliable and worthy of entrusting their lives to, so they get married and have children together. Their lives may not be very sweet, but they can support each other through life."

Seemingly recalling something ridiculous, Yao Bilian's lips curled up as she said, "Those TV dramas often have those pretentious lines, 'I've always thought of you as a younger sister,' 'My feelings for you are familial, not romantic.' They're all used to fool young girls. How can you really distinguish between love and familial affection so clearly? Even if you ask a married couple of thirty years whether their relationship is love or familial, they themselves can't answer that. But you can't just divorce them because you don't feel love anymore, can you?"

"That makes sense," Si Ming nodded. "Then is our relationship one of family?"

"Does family or romantic love matter? If you have feelings for someone, just go for it. Why think so much? We're not philosophers."

"You're the one who's going on and on, aren't you?"

"I just felt so good afterward, my spirits were lifted, and I just felt a surge of emotion. But you can't always be floating in the sky; you still have to keep your feet on the ground." Yao Bilian emptied her cigarette ash and glanced at Si Ming with a mocking look. "Your skills are pretty good, kid. You haven't been a virgin for long, and I'm a seasoned veteran, yet I still lost to you. It's just not fair!"

When this topic comes up, any man would be proud, and Si Ming was no exception. He immediately laughed and said, "This is Daoism bedroom art. If you're good at martial arts, you can do whatever you want. Besides, I didn't even go all out last night. At least I didn't use the Xiang Family's Dragon-Slaying Technique, 'Stem-Snapping Hand.' That thing is too cheating; once you use it, the competition is over."

Undeniably, Yao Bilian's skills were superb, and she was uninhibited. Her various tricks far surpassed those of virgins like Murong Qing and Hongdou. However, her cultivation level was not high, which meant that she lacked stamina and could not match Hongdou in terms of endurance.

"The Xiang Family's 'Stem-Snapping Hand'! This martial art is indeed legendary, existing only in tales. Everyone has only heard of it but never seen it, and you actually learned it!"

Yao Bilian's eyes lit up. She reached out and pulled off the blanket covering Si Ming, then took off her own thin veil as well. "Then I must see for myself! 'If you've never experienced the power of the Stem-Snapping Hand, you've conquered a thousand men in vain.' I won't die in peace if I don't try it at least once!"

Si Ming quickly shrank back. "Hey, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

Yao Bilian stretched out her hands, her fingers twitching lewdly, and let out a lewd laugh, "Of course, we do morning exercises in the morning."

"Didn't we agree to treat this as a relationship?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking. My beloved cabbage, which I've nurtured for so many years, has been snatched away. I'm unwilling to accept it. Even if I have to force myself, I'll fulfill my wish from back then, and while I'm at it, I'll taste the flavor of a man. After that, we'll go our separate ways, as if nothing ever happened."

"Then why are you changing your mind now?"

"Who told you to hit my weak spot so perfectly! Your handsome looks suit my taste, your skin is as smooth and delicate as a girl's because of martial arts training, your skills are superb and your stamina is incredible—every single one of these hits my soft spot. Letting go is just too hard. I don't have the ability to Supreme Emotionlessness feelings... Stop rambling and hurry up, it'll be troublesome once Murong and the others wake up."

When Si Ming came downstairs, he saw that Murong Qing had already prepared breakfast. The moment their eyes met, he felt a sudden chill.

If having a relationship with Hongdou could be described as taking a concubine, then having a relationship with Yao Bilian was like having an affair, even though Yao Bilian herself felt no guilt because of the three-point agreement she had with Jiang Zhengtai.

"You got up quite late today, come and have breakfast."

Murong Qing's tone was normal, and Si Ming couldn't tell whether she had noticed or not. But since Murong Qing didn't expose her, it meant that even if she had noticed, she would pretend not to. Therefore, Si Ming had even less reason to expose her.

Feeling guilty, Si Ming didn't dare to say much. He grunted and sat down. He glanced around and, finding Ying Zhou absent, figured the kid couldn't possibly be sleeping in. So he asked Murong Wu.

"Brother Ying Zhou has gone to the cemetery."

"Going to sweep graves during the Lunar New Year, he really is... Whose grave is he sweeping, his father's?"

Si Ming thought the possibility was very small. Ying Zhou was not the type to forgive and forget. He would never have any thoughts like "Although he treated me badly, he is still my father." He would only think, "Even if he is my father, I will still kill you if you mess with me." How could this kid possibly sweep his father's grave? The fact that he did not celebrate his father's death anniversary was already a sign that he was still benevolent.

"I don't know about that."

After thinking for a moment, Si Ming suggested to Murong Qing, "After we finish eating, shall we go to sweep the tombs?"

"Um."

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Murong Qing's tone has become much gentler.

In the public cemetery of Tange City, there is a special area where the victims of the demon tide incident are laid to rest. They were all buried on adjacent days, so the tombstones are all the same age and look exceptionally neat.