My Heart Is Beating So Fast

It was still early, and the birds outside the window were not chirping loudly, as if reluctant to break the silence of the room.

Yun Jingheng woke up to a gentle, suffocating feeling.

He didn't open his eyes immediately.

In his half-dreaming, half-awake state, he felt something extremely soft and warm pressing against his face.

The substance carried a warm, fragrant scent, and with each breath he took, it felt as if he were passing through layers of soft, oppressive clouds.

I have difficulty breathing, but it doesn't feel like I'm in pain.

He couldn't describe it, only that his whole face felt enveloped in a gentle cloud, and his mind felt light and airy.

His heartbeat woke him up first, pounding against his chest, realizing something even before he did.

He first moved his fingertips and realized that his hand had somehow ended up wrapped around something.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The light, mingled with the pale gold of the morning, softly illuminated an area less than half an inch in front of him.

He saw strands of hair, a few of them falling around his face.

Then he saw the soft curves below her collarbone; her clothes had loosened slightly in her sleep, revealing the lines of her shoulders and neck, as white as the first snow.

WC--!

He woke up instantly.

This was probably the first time in all his years of life that he had faced such a severe life-or-death crisis the moment he woke up.

Will Xing Lan beat me to death?

When this thought first surfaced in his mind, he was taken aback. This was actually his first thought?

He forced himself to calm down and quickly assessed the current situation.

He wrapped his right arm around her upper body, his palm resting on the back of her neck. "Good, nothing serious."

Her left arm wrapped around her waist, tilting downwards, with her palm...

He moved slightly.

Oh no! It's really broken!

The left palm felt incredibly soft! I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric at my fingertips.

This is inexplicable.

If I move even slightly, she'll wake up! What excuse can I make up?

Did you sleepwalk?

Is the bed too small?

An earthquake in the middle of the night?

These reasons are so weak and feeble... Xing Lan has practiced swordsmanship for many years and is extremely sensitive to changes in qi. If he dares to say that I am sleepwalking, she will probably draw her sword and let him know what true sobriety is.

The pale golden morning light shone from behind her, gilding the snow-white skin before his eyes with a very fine golden edge.

Her breathing was even, her chest rising and falling slightly with each breath, each rise and fall brushing against his cheek, so close that he could feel the subtle, soft warmth beneath her clothing.

'What should I do?' he thought to himself.

But it smells so good...

No, no, move her! Before she wakes up!

He tilted his head back slightly, but felt something in the back of his head.

He glanced at it.

Ye Xinglan wrapped her arms around his neck...

He gently pulled his right leg back in.

hiss...

It seems he's trapped between her long legs...

He could even feel the back of her foot pressed against the back of his calf, slightly cool, but mostly warm.

He tried tilting his neck to see her expression.

With that one movement, she loosened her grip on the back of his neck, her fingertips brushing against the skin of his nape.

Yun Jingheng's hair stood on end, and a fine shiver ran down the back of his neck.

He quickly straightened his neck, becoming a corpse resigned to its fate once more.

It's ruined.

He silently thought to himself, 'Just wait to die.'

What will Wulin and the others think then?

Yun Jingheng, just over fifteen years old, perished in a guest room on the top floor of the Blacksmith Association in Heaven Dou City. Cause of death: He was trapped between his girlfriend's legs, unable to move, and died of fright.

If this gets out, I'd rather die in the Launch Shaft!

He was at least a martyr!!!

'Calm down, calm down.'

He silently told himself, the voice racing rapidly in his mind, "Think about the formula. Like making Soul Tool, reduce the output, channel the heat out, take a deep breath. Inhale-inhale-inhale-inhale-"

He took a deep breath.

As a result, Yun Jingheng was instantly captivated by the fragrance.

But before he could finish inhaling, Ye Xinglan suddenly moved.

She rubbed her leg up a little further, from his knee to near the back of his knee.

This action abruptly cut his breath in two.

He slammed his eyes shut, clenched his teeth, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

"Endure, endure... Namo Amitabha Buddha... So be it..."

He forced himself to open his eyes, but what he saw was Ye Xinglan's neck, half-hidden in the morning light, its lines as elegant as the arc of a sword formed by Moonlight.

He hurriedly closed his eyes again.

But the tighter he closed his eyes, the clearer his other senses became: her fragrance, like honey, entered his nostrils; her warmth, like a thin layer of charcoal, enveloped him, warmed him, and softened him from the inside out.

Worse still, his heart was pounding so fast, his blood was rushing so fast and hot, it felt like someone had set a wildfire inside him, making his temples throb and his toes tense up.

'In my life, Yun Jingheng, I will never bow to power, nor will I yield to chaos! I will slay Evil Soul Master and shake the Spirit Pagoda! I will not even blink an eye when facing God-Slaying Level!'

But now, he was being held by her, his legs were wrapped around her, and the scent emanating from her body was filling him with shameful thoughts.

He didn't dare to move, he couldn't even breathe properly, and the word "sober" almost flew out of his mind.

The more he tried to calm himself down, the less his body would obey him.

Every breath she took, every unconscious nuzzle she made, seemed to tighten the last thread of his reason.

That string was already stretched to its limit; if it was pulled any further, it would snap.

He thought: Why don't I just take her? I, Yun Jingheng, will be a beast for once today!

Yun Jingheng's ideas were becoming increasingly dangerous.

But then he suddenly felt her fingers, which were wrapped around the back of his neck, move extremely slightly.

Her breathing changed too.

The long, steady beat turned into a few short, light ones, as if someone was holding their breath to confirm something.

Then, he heard her sniffle almost imperceptibly, the movement so light and small, like a cat just peeking out of its den.

He froze completely, his eyes tightly shut, as if to say, "I'm not awake yet."

But every inch of her skin that he touched felt magnified ten or a hundred times, allowing him to clearly feel the entire process of her waking up.

Her face, which had been pressed against his shoulder, receded slightly, her breath brushing against his collarbone. Her calves were still wrapped around his right leg, and her hands around the back of his neck did not loosen.

Instead of loosening her grip, her fingers gently tightened.

The movement was so small that it could almost be ignored.

If he weren't so tense and taut, no one would have noticed.

Her fingertips were intertwined in his hair, and with the lightest of touches, she gently pressed his head a little closer to her.

That was so gentle.

He held his breath, not daring to open his eyes or move, simply letting her hold him.

She moved her chin slightly, leaning it closer to his forehead.

Then, she stopped moving again.

The morning light shone from behind her, casting a delicate, shimmering edge around their intertwined silhouettes.

His eyes were closed, and before him lay a warm red, sunlit eyelid, as if a soft and quiet dawn was hidden within.

After a long time, so long that he thought he was going to die again, Ye Xinglan suddenly spoke very softly.

Her voice was low and soft, with a nasal quality, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Your heart is beating so fast.

Yun Jingheng's mind went blank for a moment.

He dared not open his eyes, yet he knew she was looking at him.

Her gaze was warm, carrying the softness of someone just awakened, falling on his eyelids, the bridge of his nose, and his lips.

He felt like a clam whose shell had been peeled open, lying wet and exposed in the morning light.

Yun Jingheng slowly opened his eyes, but didn't look into hers. "Nightmare."

She paused for a moment, then softly hummed in agreement.

Her hand was still in his hair, gently stroking the back of his head slowly and deliberately.

Yun Jingheng hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved his head up, following the viewpoint.

His gaze met her pupils, which were so close to his own.

Her earlobes were red, but her expression was so still that only a thin layer of pink embarrassment remained between her brows and eyes.

'You can be a beast again next time; this time, I'll collect some interest.'

Yun Jingheng moved slightly and kissed those red lips.