You Must Feel My Emotions

After several days of cultivation, Zhou Hao had made another breakthrough. Just a few days ago, he was still at the Spirit Profound Third Stage, and now he had reached the Spirit Profound Fifth Stage.

Although it took longer and longer to advance in cultivation, with his current speed, it was roughly estimated that he would break through to the Spiritual Consciousness Realm within a month.

He sensed something and suddenly opened his eyes.

As expected, Murong, who had just arrived, appeared before him.

Murong raised an eyebrow slightly, gave two claps, and praised, "Not bad, you've improved again."

Zhou Hao smiled confidently, "Of course, I'm a genius."

In his eyes, cultivation was as simple as eating and drinking. Yes, he was getting arrogant.

Upon hearing this, Murong didn't deny it. Instead, she nodded in agreement, "Your talent is indeed very good."

Hearing these words from Murong, Zhou Hao's smile widened, his mouth almost reaching the sky.

He thought smugly, "If you weren't so much older than me, my strength might have already surpassed yours."

Thinking of this, he paused and looked at Murong.

He didn't know Murong's exact age, but she was definitely much, much older than him.

Zhou Hao would absolutely never ask Murong such a suicidal question. He would only ask, "What was your realm at thirty?"

He asked this with no other intention than to show off to Murong. He couldn't always be inferior to her, could he?

Murong thought for a moment and shook her head, "I forgot, but I was a Demigod at birth."

"Pfft~"

It felt as if an arrow had pierced Zhou Hao's heart. Good heavens, instead of showing off, he was defeated.

Zhou Hao gave a wry smile and changed the subject, asking, "Should we 'be honest with each other' first, or should we talk about things to deepen our feelings?"

There was no need for an answer. Murong used her actions to tell him that it was naturally "being honest with each other"!

With a wave of Murong's hand, they appeared in the secret room above.

Seeing that Zhou Hao and Murong had disappeared again, Zhou Yuanbao scratched his head in confusion. Unable to figure anything out, he eventually went back to sleeping on the ground.

Zhou Hao impatiently took off his clothes. He was getting more and more skilled at undressing now, his movements fluid and seamless.

As for Murong, she was eternally divine, someone Zhou Hao could never catch up to.

"Wait a moment."

After they were "honest with each other," Zhou Hao suddenly said.

Murong's fair and slender long legs stopped, and she asked with a frown, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Hao explained with a smile, "We are a couple now, so don't 'mess around' like that anymore."

"Then what do you want?" Murong raised her beautiful eyebrows.

Zhou Hao walked up to her, looking at her affectionately, "Darling, I will treat you gently."

As he spoke, he cupped Murong's face and slowly pressed his lips against hers.

Then, the two began their enchanting journey, which happened once every three days...

"Cough cough~" Zhou Hao put on his clothes and coughed twice, asking, "How was it? Do you feel anything different?"

Murong shook her head expressionlessly, "No, it's about the same as before, all the same."

Zhou Hao helplessly put his hand on his forehead. Couldn't this woman feel his gentleness? Or was her mind only focused on that one aspect of male-female relations?

He sighed deeply, "This won't do. Dating is about feelings. You need to savor my feelings for you, and I will pay attention to your feelings for me. We'll promote each other.

Otherwise, we aren't really a couple. Couples without feelings are just transactions, do you understand?"

Murong seemed to understand but also not. She thought for a moment but finally shook her head.

"I don't quite understand."

"Slap~"

Zhou Hao slapped his forehead. Oh my god! It wasn't just that she had never been in love, she hadn't even observed others dating.

Murong awkwardly scratched her face and suggested embarrassedly, "How about we do it again? I'll try to feel it properly this time."

"Pfft~"

Zhou Hao felt like spitting blood right now. Was this woman only thinking about this kind of male-female matter all day?

He immediately refused sternly, "No, we agreed on once every three days. Besides, even if we did it again, I don't think you'd be able to feel it properly."

"Sigh~" He exhaled a heavy breath and sighed, "I was too hasty. We should take it slow."

Murong nodded, "I'll listen to you."

She was indeed not very skilled in this area.

Wow~

Zhou Hao's whole body trembled upon hearing those three words, feeling much refreshed.

He immediately sensed something was off with himself and sighed inwardly, "Looks like I've really become perverted."

Zhou Hao shook his head, casting aside all the unreliable thoughts. He then looked at Murong and said seriously, "Let's start with the everyday things!"

"You say," Murong nodded slightly.

Zhou Hao continued, "Couples usually go on dates, so let's do things couples often do on dates.

First, of course, is eating together, being affectionate during the meal. But with our current conditions, that's definitely not possible.

Second is..."

"Wait a moment," Murong suddenly interrupted him.

Zhou Hao looked at her in confusion.

She lightly waved her sleeve, and a magnificent, long ice table rose from the ground.

Murong waved her sleeve again, and dishes with appealing colors, aromas, and tastes appeared on the table.

Zhou Hao stared, dumbfounded, and asked, "You carry so much food with you?"

This reminded him of the miserable scene from their first meeting when Murong hadn't left him anything to eat after they were done.

Murong said indifferently, "I was hosting a banquet, so I brought some over."

"Oh." Zhou Hao was no longer surprised. So, she had just brought leftovers.

Murong continued, "I had a Heaven-grade Imperial Chef personally prepare these. Try them and see if they suit your taste."

Of course, she wouldn't bring leftovers for Zhou Hao. Not to mention that Zhou Hao was the father of her future child, but even as the Empress, she wouldn't bring leftovers.

Zhou Hao raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking to himself, "Those words really sound like something a girlfriend would say."

"Cough, cough~" He coughed twice and said, "Since the conditions allow, let's start with eating!"

Speaking of which, why was he so focused on "being in love"? It's not like he actually wanted to be a couple with Murong.

This thought suddenly surfaced in his mind, and he immediately shook his head repeatedly, reminding himself:

"This is just to conquer that old hag. There are absolutely no other intentions. That's right, I want to conquer her and then get back all the grievances I've suffered these days."

"Hahaha..." Zhou Hao was lost in thought and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Murong's knife-like gaze shot towards him.

Zhou Hao felt a prickle on his back, shivered, and immediately shut up. He then cursed himself for being so spineless.

Damn it, it's almost a conditioned reflex.

Murong looked at him curiously and asked, "Aren't we going to eat?"

"Uh..." Zhou Hao paused, then nodded, "Yes, we'll eat now."