After several days of cultivation, Zhou Hao had made another breakthrough. A few days ago, he had still been at the Spirit Profound Third Stage, but now he was already at the Spirit Profound Fifth Stage.
Although the higher one went, the longer advancement took, at his current speed, he estimated that he should be able to break through to the Spiritual Consciousness Realm in less than a month.
He sensed something and abruptly opened his eyes.
Sure enough, Murong, who had just arrived, came into view.
Murong raised her brows slightly and clapped twice, praising him. "Not bad. You've improved again."
Zhou Hao smiled confidently. "Of course. I'm a genius."
In his eyes, cultivation was as easy as eating and drinking. That was right—his ego had swelled.
Murong did not deny it. Instead, she nodded in agreement. "Your talent is indeed very good."
Hearing those words come from Murong's mouth, Zhou Hao immediately smiled even more happily, his mouth nearly curling up to the sky.
He thought smugly, If you weren't so much older than me, my strength might already be above yours.
At that thought, he paused and glanced at Murong.
Come to think of it, he did not know Murong's exact age. Still, she was definitely much, much older than him.
Zhou Hao would never ask Murong such a suicidal question. He would only ask, "What realm were you in when you were thirty?"
There was no other meaning behind that question. He simply wanted to show off in front of Murong for once. He could not lose to her every single time, could he?
Murong thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I forgot. But I was already a demigod when I was born."
"Pfft~"
It was as though an arrow had pierced straight through Zhou Hao's heart. Good grief—he had failed to show off and gotten dealt a crushing blow instead.
Zhou Hao gave a bitter smile and changed the subject. "Should we be 'honest with each other' first, or should we talk about improving our relationship first?"
There was no need for an answer. Murong told him with her actions—of course they would be "honest with each other" first!
With a wave of Murong's hand, they appeared in the secret chamber above.
When Zhou Yuanbao saw that Zhou Hao and Murong had vanished again, he scratched his head in confusion. Unable to reach any conclusion, he could only lie back down and continue sleeping.
Zhou Hao impatiently took off his clothes. He was getting increasingly skilled at undressing now, his movements flowing in one smooth stroke, as slick as could be.
And Murong was forever the goddess—someone Zhou Hao could never catch up to even if he rode a horse.
"Wait a moment."
After the two had been "honest with each other," Zhou Hao suddenly spoke.
Murong's fair, slender, long legs stopped. She frowned and asked, "What is it?"
Zhou Hao smiled and explained, "We're a couple now, so we shouldn't 'mess around' like that anymore."
"Then how do you want it?" Murong raised her pretty brows.
Zhou Hao walked over to her and gazed at her affectionately. "Baby, I'll treat you gently."
As he spoke, he raised a hand to cradle Murong's face, then slowly pressed his lips to hers.
After that, the two embarked on their once-every-three-days romantic journey...
"Cough, cough~" Zhou Hao got dressed, coughed twice, and asked, "How was it? Didn't it feel different?"
Murong shook her head expressionlessly. "No. It was about the same as before. All the same."
Zhou Hao helplessly held his forehead. Could this woman not feel his tenderness? Or was there nothing in her head but those matters between men and women?
He sighed gloomily. "That won't do. Being in love is about feelings. You need to carefully savor my feelings for you, and I'll also pay attention to your feelings for me. We should push each other forward.
Otherwise, we're not a couple at all. Couples without feelings are merely a transaction, understand?"
Murong seemed to understand and not understand. She thought for a while, but in the end, she still shook her head.
"I don't really understand."
"Smack~"
Zhou Hao slapped his forehead. Oh my god! This was more than never having dated before—she had not even bothered to understand how other people dated.
Murong awkwardly scratched her cheek and suggested embarrassedly, "How about we do it again? This time, I'll feel it properly."
"Pfft~"
Zhou Hao felt like vomiting blood. Did this woman think about nothing but such matters between men and women all day long?
He immediately refused sternly, "No. We agreed once every three days. Besides, even if we did it again, I don't think you'd be able to feel it properly."
"Phew~" He heavily exhaled a breath of stale air and sighed. "I was too hasty. We should take it slowly."
Murong nodded. "I'll listen to you."
She truly was not very proficient in this area.
Wow~
The moment Zhou Hao heard those three words, his whole body trembled, and he felt refreshed all over.
He immediately noticed something was wrong with himself and sighed inwardly, Looks like I really have become a pervert.
Zhou Hao shook his head, tossing out all his unreliable thoughts. Then he looked at Murong and said seriously, "Let's start with everyday life!"
"Go on," Murong said with a slight nod.
Zhou Hao continued, "Couples usually go on dates. We'll do things people often do on dates.
First, of course, we eat together, being lovey-dovey throughout. But under our current conditions, that definitely won't work.
Second..."
"Wait." Murong suddenly interrupted him.
Zhou Hao looked at her in confusion.
With a light wave of her sleeve, a long, magnificent ice table rose from the ground.
Murong waved her sleeve again, and dish after dish of food, complete in color, aroma, and taste, appeared on the table.
Zhou Hao stared in astonishment and asked, "You carry so much food around with you?"
It reminded him of the miserable scene when they first met—afterward, Murong had not even left him a bite to eat.
Murong said blandly, "I held a banquet, so I brought some over."
"Oh." Zhou Hao was no longer surprised. So she had brought over a batch of leftovers.
Murong continued, "I had this personally made by a Heaven-grade Imperial Chef. Taste it and see whether it suits your palate."
Naturally, she would not bring Zhou Hao leftovers. Leaving aside the fact that Zhou Hao was the future father of her child, with her status as the Empress, she could not possibly bring a batch of leftovers.
Zhou Hao raised his brows slightly and thought, That really does sound like something a girlfriend would say.
"Cough, cough~" He coughed twice and said, "Since the conditions allow it, then let's start with eating!"
Come to think of it, was he taking this matter of "falling in love" a little too seriously? It was not as though he truly wanted to be a couple with Murong.
That thought suddenly surfaced in his mind. He immediately shook his head repeatedly, secretly reminding himself:
This is only to conquer that hag. There absolutely aren't any other thoughts. That's right, I'm going to conquer her, then make her repay every grievance I've suffered these past few days.
"Ha ha ha..." Zhou Hao became so absorbed in his thoughts that he could not help laughing aloud.
Murong's blade-like gaze shot toward him.
Zhou Hao felt as though thorns were pressing against his back. His whole body shuddered, and he immediately stopped laughing, then secretly cursed himself for being so spineless.
Damn it, it was practically becoming a conditioned reflex.
Murong looked at him in confusion and asked, "Weren't we going to eat?"
"Uh..." Zhou Hao paused, then nodded. "Eat. We'll eat now."
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